Friday, May 16, 2014

Born In To These Carefully Mad Wars

There's a war within, a mad war, a bad one. Road on which he's travelling is full of conflicts. He's got so many battle scars. His mind is full of bittersweet memories of the time that’s gone. He sings and dances, he cries and writhes in pain. He makes mistakes, commits blunders. He sprints in marathon and drops down soon only to get up and think hard.

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.” 
 T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Some wildest of all dreams he's had
on a hilltop when it pours he'll parade
walking barefoot alone in midnight and gaze
to where he's running, to what he's gunning ?
which seed is inside that's growing ?
can he figure out the tale ?
in the end, when lights go out
will he have a story to tell ?

Sun's a thief
moon's a killer
he's ever engaged
with freedom's cage
under sunshine
he's in battle
in moonlight
he wages a war
with the world
he was born in
roads he roamed in
people he loves 
souls he adores

life was suppose to be easy
it's what he saw in movies
stories he's read were crazy
songs he liked rock-metal-heavy
and now everything's in real-time
failure sometime feels like crime
now he's running in his primes
tagging with good ones and rhymes

there's no point
fearing and dreading
he's going out to kill
all fuss and confusing
draining the sun's shine out
dissolving silvery of moon
and climbing that hilltop
dreaming of that roof top
marching in rain to parade
gazing in mid of night
shedding all charade
one day he will sit
down to tell the tale.


  1. 'there's no point
    fearing and dreading'

    Spirit of Life this...

    Wildest of dreams were really interesting :-)

  2. Missed on your blogposts for a long time but it's so good to be back here :)

  3. Nice post, i hope everyone will like your post..

  4. Thanks for sharing this wonderful post, It is awesome.

  5. well you are right what the point of fearing and dreading when we say whats got to happen will happen.. so let it

    all we can do is bring it on and take in our stride


  6. And that's how life goes on ... beautiful poem :-)


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