Unlikely End

Unbearable, is the word

At a time like now that peace is my most sought after, I see it not

Eternity seems to me like yesterday       

I’ve failed to see the visible

Visible to me seems not to be what is expected of it

I hardly can feel the need to wake up to the next day

Hides for skins; Now I know

Indeed, it takes more than a day to build a city

The outcome of my destination scares me

Choosing the outcome that I can’t be sure of

Choosing from the invisible becomes my only option

Thus hope; simple but hard to make it be 

The Dream

I once saw a very tall man

Hugely admired by most

Quite handsome

But that was all

About the good of him that meets the eye

If only he was this

If only he was that

Murmured most that passed him by

I was amazed about the irony of life

All wanted to give him the good they couldn’t;

If only they were God

He would have been what they dreamed of

What of if he dreamed; the tall man?

I guess he would have been taller

I just guess

Back and Forth

A journey of a million miles

What else can life be?

When all we do is, is just strive to be..

While we make mistake at whim

We strive to outwit ourselves

A familiar foe, though

But for the wise; their teacher

Its’ lessons that has no sequence

Bitter you may say

But what a compulsory routine

As it adds to our wealth of knowledge

The greatest of men

Deemed it fit not to avoid it

After all, somehow, we come back to where we started

Cause in a world like ours

Where everything moves in a circle

We do not just go round in circles but trace our path

As Simple as That

Yes, because I want to see you happy

Yes, because just like me I crave for it

Yes, because it is a bitter pill that has a soothing after taste

Yes, because I have no option

Yes, is not the right answer though everything in me concurs

Yes is what you want but I’m not going to say it

Yes, leads to death yet I’ll say it

Yes, because I’m used to it

Yes, Yes, Yes and Yes just like a song

It is the key to all true possibilities. 

So Hot

This tears that go down my cheek

What does it really mean?

It is a question that makes me sincere at least to myself

This salty water rolls down my cheek in times of sorrow and joy

But then again I have come not to know exactly what it signifies

As my tears roll in sorrow

I feel reassured that I am truly sorry

Though on a later date I still go back to what I have resolved not to again

In joy, I know that I can’t afford to do what caused the joy

May be in error I might do it again

So, as hot as it may be on my skin

It will never burn me 

Choice

Between any two whatever, one must choose to follow one

Though it might not just seem to be what we always wanted

Somehow life has a way of having it its way

Then again some prefer to go in-between

It may be the state of mind, it may not be

But then words that one speak is an art

Which if not carefully thought through

Will indict you with a red hand

Words, thought, deeds all roll in the same line

The mirror will everly give us back what is placed before it

The people will always see us through and through

Indeed….!!!

Against the Odd

When I can’t understand it

I simply push on; maybe I can see it more clearly

But then I do not make much sense either to the other

What then, when it is nobody’s fault?

 Normally we quarrel

Then again in the entire anomaly nobody cares to listen or understand

And the madness gets off the closed hand

Life is always lesson

The more we lose concentration on what’s up

We start all over again

I bet that takes time

Though some are never going to start all over again

It is just a path full of tracks.

So

Choices and decisions

Influences and determent

Hopes and aspirations

These are things that we can’t but deal with

Are they not the ingredients of life?

At a time when nothing can be done but them

Life is been stifled in broad day light

And death walks the night

Scary, what the day unfolds

Now a days we long for the fruits of good life

Yet it is not within reach

At a time when barriers has been torn down

Good tiding has failed to come through

What then if it doesn’t come?

Bitter experience

My legs, I pray will always take me away from that I dread

Let it be swift I crave, as often as I face that, that I want not

But then it is only the contrary that befalls me

Putting me back to the world of permutation

In all, one must be the certain reason

If I do know that, it must be divine

May be by revelation

The lesson of life has often been taught in event of disappointment

Only for the patient

It is only a food for taught

Never have I wanted a repetition of unpleasant events

Though that has always been the case

What can I do when it is not within my control to effect such changes?

Well, it is certain that the next day will breaks with the rising sun

Then also the same sun marks the end by setting latter

And it goes on and on till the very last day of my life

At least, that I am sure of

Now I know my legs can’t run as fast as I want it in times of unpleasant events

Though I ought to move on

I decided to look this event in the eye

May be there is something there for me to catch

This catch definitely will be the leverage against such event

Since it has a way of calling whenever it feels like

But then I know is nobody’s fault

So nobody should bear the brunt

Stranger

Long time on the side walk thinking about the main road

What lies ahead has always been my interest

Tickling my mind with jolt as often as it can

Something is about to happen though I am not a prophet

Here I am yet, it seems I am far away

Quite interesting to play God only but to say I am wrong

In all the happening it is an unknown script that unfolds

It might be interesting but then as sour soup

Nothing can be done

Good call

So like what it is, all of what it should not; it happens

The old path of a new road

But then I do not fail to ask

What holds out to a prophet on the prowl?

…. Just surprise

In The City

Where plenty abounds

And our interests are aroused at whim

The wise are only but a few

The zeal to obtain wisdom is waning

Though it is in abundance

Down the pit, a lot are plunging

With their eyes and senses at their mercy

Here in the city at every turn is a crowd

Many are on the queue

A little time to themselves, they care not

They all want to be in the know of the latest

And honestly it is quite hard to be ascertain

As the day approaches its’ twilight

The beast is awakened and men retire

For activities abounds only for a short night

When the dead walks and the living sleeps

Empty drums making the usual noise

And it goes on and on

Yet! Some say

You can’t find us at any other place but here.

Upshot

A man believes

And yet knows not where he stands

As the sun beats on

It is the untold story that unfolds

It seems not to be the way but then he still walks on

As he ponders

The path has been chosen; an unconscious act

Straight or not, he walks on

Hearts and faces all different

As they are headed to God knows where

They are of different interest but still flock together

They walk on

Just like all stories

They will only fade to the path they choose for themselves

The Other Side of The Story

Life is unfair to the dark side

Anything not so good are always said about it

The obvious being that no one knows what is there

Even if eyes stares hard

The mind cannot conceive what was seen by the eyes

Oh! Dear what an injustice

In a spherical world of two possibilities

Truth and injustice has no clear definition

And standards are adjusted at whim

Hands and voices of the crowd celebrate for whatever the stage presents

But none from the crowd pulls the strings

None has a head

For is from that sea which holds that which is far from the eyes

That comes that which meets injustice

The sun points its’ light to the world

But just to a particular portion

Know you this

What goes around comes around

In The Midst of Many Words

Different opinion, different onion

It is an everyday thing

It calls for anger and on the part of the novice in this game

But then it makes known the difference in the gathering

The unimaginable round table

Only but for those of certain interest

Life is beautiful when every ones opinion counts as a different perspective

It is but for good

One can’t be the way I want him to be

Nay! This is inhuman

What makes us what we are?

Just the ability to understand the difference and make up for what we lack

Knowing someone sometimes comes from our misunderstanding

Indeed! Many runs from this

But then, though good things comes on a plate of gold

It is pain and endurance that makes the plate

Think about this

Taking it hook line and sinker, does it tell well on you?

Allowing it to be, will it make whom you love better?

Just make your opinion soft and sweet then allow it to be digested

It might take time and maybe will not come with a certain “I agree with you”

But then what was expected; change, has taken place.

Duty Calls

The inevitable draws me up daily

To a destination that I just have to accept as fate

Though is not going to last forever; but seems so

No complains it was my bidding

Until now, mother luck cuddles me lovingly

Yap! Tearing through the morning hassles and troubles

Indeed they abound

Lined up like criminals about to be executed

So I pass them like I am, unlike my like, that experiences it

Bedtime stories always has happy endings

But here it is still far from the end

It is just the beginning of the very story

That makes my world go round

No problems at all

Life goes on we change, they say

Hmmm… I was of the opinion that we grow old

But some just remain on the same age for a very long time

Eternity! Some say, only if they knew what eternity looks like

I can’t but keep mute; am I really doing that?

One day at a time, the saying goes

And I say a moment at a time

As I perform my act without script this morning

??????????? I had a short time with the Divine

So good a companion, as always, I had a parting gift; hope

I used to see him; the  Devine, as a trick star

But as the day goes by I realized that he is not

My usual parting gift that never changes

Was the very best I can’t get from anywhere that ever existed

My mood, desires, ambition, dreams, troubles, worries, work, safety and even the ones that I never       thought of

Was no match for my parting gift

Bless you! For you cannot be comprehended

But can’t be said the other way round

I am privileged to know you