How shall I judge what to do in such times?

“It is hard to be sure of anything among so many marvels. The world is all grown strange...How shall a man judge what to do in such times?'

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers  

How shall I judge what to do in such times?

Floating clouds resembling things
Feeling of fragrance springs
Activating a dormant space
Like receiving a faint signal
I remember with love and ache
From a lost satellite
today

Peeping in to the yesteryears
A sudden throbbing I fear
Scores of things that gone by
On pinning down each evening
Carefree days beside you
Is all that I yen for
today

My hands grew so big
Yours shriveled down a bit
We both are aging apart
Pieces of old puzzle play
Unfolding slowly each day
But nothing makes sense
today

Many things to confirm
No reference for the same
Of all the roads I have gone
Each needs you by my side
Never admitting this aloud
As it may hurt our pride
today


What difference 
I say yes or no
Bittersweet answer
'Yes' makes sense
'No' is better
Both are true
today

Uncertainty of Humanity

On the whole human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.

― George Orwell

Humanity

Player of cruel jokes

For a while it ponders

All wrongs and favors

Deeply it seeps, intently

Many hearts is pokes

Then, it wanders

Across wide plains

Meandering along facts

Seeking attention.

Humanity

Often fizzles out

Sometimes, by choice

It just ignores

Everything.

In Search Of Reasons

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... Nothing outside you can give you any place... In yourself right now is all the place you've got.
― Flannery O'Connor

One strange bearded priest
stared from far corner east
why get so lost in past ?
he seemed to ask, if only
to drink and forget at last
Stack all priorities up
one on another on top

Where's everyone off to ?

Priest turned to ask again
if everyone indeed in pain
where all these paths lead ?
he seemed to ask, think and see
each road if differently bleeds
can multiple faces be of help
layers on layers if are draped

Is this place a circus?
An enormous merry go round

After centuries of screening
Priest is still there staring
are those red sandstone eyes ?
As if it is trying,to say I've
seen it all, heard it all
still it stops and pries humanity
can it be saved
salvaged from depravity

Questions posed for answers
search is for reasons instead
For all the posed questions
Answers.

Life Evolves, Memories Not

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

― John Banville, The Sea

Good times, when they are gone

Leave a sweet taste behind

Alive still, still in my heart

Like a story in rewind

Collapsed bridge long back

Gone days never come back

Little of me still attached

Those voices and sounds

Little of me still cares

If things are still around

Fossilized memories

Unwashed imprints

They remain, always

A good kind of pain

World is in flux

Always changing

Life evolves

Memories not.

Why Drown This Wilderness ?

In my errant life I roamed to learn the secrets of women and men, of gods and dreams. I lived in wealth and poverty, in fame and calamity. I saw every country of our world, I lived a thousand lives. Many lives I spent, other lives I squandered, for in my life I never traveled, all I did was wander.
― Roman Payne

  

Why drown?

this wilderness

lives inside

so patiently

this emptiness

yearning

savagery

Why let go ?

of all these

What connection so strong?

Why let go?

Why walk?

on this highland

all of inside

runs constantly

this eagerness

curiosity

innovatory

Why not hold on ?

to all these

There's so much to see

Why stop and rest and be not free?