Potential

I hate it when people don’t live or at least try to live to their full potentials, especially those whom I envy.

And I always think that if I were someone else, I would be a better version of that someone else than that someone else.

Wishes

what if I were to live by
those magical 6 strings I
let go for everything
and become less than nothing

what if I were to forget
memories that I regret
to be something I’m not
just to follow the lot 

what if I were not to be
what is now that I call me
to know that no what ifs
is indeed the best of gifts

I am I

I shan’t be defined by societal standards.
Hence, I shall be defied by societal standards.

What is found?

stepped on myself today and I could see
how far I am from what I want to be
the digression in my words and smile
makes me halt my thought a while

this road I am on, how did it start
I am where I can’t outsmart
the junction that forces my duality
to transform the x into equality

slip me under where I am unseen
back when I have no sin and clean
did I see that behind this road I’ve long trodden?
no! it’s something that’s still yet to happen

for now, I am just a lost heir
trotting without my knight’s mare
when will I wake from this dream
and see things as how they really seem 

I think I should really consider growing up…

I don’t adore. I think that’s the same as admitting defeat… What!!!

That Must’ve Been Heaven

Some of the best things in life are mistakes.

~ Paycheck

I Like Hard to Get

I’ll love you more, if only I don’t see you that much.

Truth

There’s more than one truth in this world.

Camouflage

Some secrets are best kept in the open.

Mu…st… Re…sist…

I am definitely compulsive, but in a very confused way.

Love

Clean the full slate.
Cling the special.
It’s not hate.
It’s denial.

Last Minute is Good

“You say we’re on the brink of destruction and you’re right. But it’s only on the brink that people find the will to change. Only at the precipice do we evolve. This is our moment. Don’t take it from us. We are close to an answer.”

~ The Day The Earth Stood Still

Cost of Living

Be thankful for death
for it reminds us of life.

Slipping Through My Fingers

slipping through my fingers all the time
i try to capture every minute
the feeling in it
slipping through my fingers all the time

do i really see what’s in my mind
each time i think i’m close to knowing
i keep on growing
slipping through my fingers all the time

Too obvious

subtlety losing novelty
pleasantry propping trickery
contorts the distortions
contours the distractions

all so planned, all so twisted
still so bent, still so wicked

Freedom

I am the prisoner, and the prison is I

We Started in Diapers, Talk about Dignity, and…

“We all end up in diapers”

~ The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons

Competitions

I was a big fish in a small pond
A small pond only of big fish
It was ugly, very very ugly

So unWish

I asked for a shower
you gave me a storm
I asked for an hour
you gave me a yom

Things that I like
you prove me wrong
Things that I smite
just prove me strong

What I had wished
you to accomplish
What I had wished
I wish to unwish

The key I unlock
with a clockwise turn
Had opened a box
that time can’t return 

Baby Huey

I’m probably bigorexic waist up and anorexic waist down.

The World Revolves Around Me

I love myself too much to love others

Hope

“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.”

The Shawshank Redemption

Freedom

That boy, in that blue sailor clothes
Gagged by dreams he can’t contain
Dreams of onlookers who is oblivious
To weights that he is to maintain

Smilingly he shoulders onwards
Towards mountains out of his league
Spurred on by what to him is oblivious
To prove himself somewhat big

But as the journey nears its end
He see what he previously could not
Up there thoughts seem more obvious
All along, his life a scripted plot

‘No wonder’, he thinks, ‘I suffered’
Beyond all those strong fronts
That even to himself were oblivious
Were denied reality without bounds

Were he to uncover his truth earlier
He would grown out of others’ dreams
And out of being supercilious
Living to prove life’s not a dream?

To each his own, and to him his own
He’s out of dreamers’ clutch and persistence
Everything is again pretty obvious
That he himself is the bulk of existence

Age

We tottered along, mumbling a song
“To be free is to run with glee”
Shackled by age, we wait and age

We ran along, singing a song
“To be free is to act on glee”
Shackled by age, we act and rage

We strode along, whistling a song
“To be free is to find true glee”
Shackled by age, we live for wage

We tottered along, mumbling a song
“To be free is to run with glee”
Shackled by age, we blame our age

Of faith

Silence in deed, breaking the Creed
Reason in need, losing the Deed

What’s to heed? That? That sounds like mead?
To be a lead, am I to kid?

Uproot the Seed, that’s what I need
But this I knead – fruit of that Seed?

Expectations and Realizations

gut-wrenching disappointment
what went wrong? you kept asking
a blessing or an omen?
you’ll never know. stop asking

where can you find dignity?
when you’re trampled by scrutiny
losing your indemnity
result of your mutiny

ahh, why have I such dilemma
a knot that bobs in my guts
a guilt that will forever mar
an overconfidence shuts

how I wish I wasn’t late
to have such epiphany
and now I cringe at my fate
but she smiles back — why, destiny?

Self

“Know Thyself, O divine lineage in mortal guise!”

~ Marcilio Ficino

The Fledgling

a fledgling, with its flight
promise made in Zion
a fledgling, with its blight
a curse from Acheron

hatchling mothered by Hope
feeding on time and dream
slumbered with Kalliopé
living by the mainstream

but by earth, hope is ripped
as if by Cerberus
its feathers also reaped
harvest for the Sanctus

that fledgling, promise marred:
hocus-pocus bogus
fixed on terra firma
lives wingless, lives hopeless

Heads or Tails

that well-polished denarius
symbol of pride and possession
two-faced: a blessing and a curse,
alas, for aye an obsession

born from and for humanity
to upend all authority
and to undermine sanity?
an overlooked nitty-gritty

what faculty does it thrive in?
that it is able to smear blood
upon the history of our own kin
to make the present tastes like cud

fairly though, gold, it hasn’t teeth
man and their nous, they we should seethe!
fairly though, man, it hasn’t shame
heads or tails, let’s just blame the game

The Masquerade

and there he was, sitting solus again
facing the wall, back to the Masquerade
contemptuous about all that’s in vain
discovery of another charade

though artificial music’s in the air
and the flamboyants exhibit their flair,
everything and everyone seems so bare
the parody, the pretense start to wear

where is that over-confident facade,
also security rose-tinted glass?
through which everyone’s a royal blue-blood
as innocuous as a Sunday Mass

that soul who’s just made that great sacrifice
untangling beauty from beasts of the masqued
what does he gain, but the knowledge of lies
which has been known and has been kept unfussed