Makhtub, living life as it comes

Twas the night before a Monday, a day dreaded most to begin and most thankful to end.. A day well spent, in sickness and in sickness, moved on towards a faster close than usual. The bed was very much inviting, a cozy quilt and a warm pillow to put out those cozy dreams spilled on them back into the heart with no fair game to play. A heart bereft of kindness and filled with fear of the meek and the mighty, if the known and of very much the unknown.. Meandering the way to the bed was easy, all that was left for some magic powder in the eyes, [enter] the creature if sleepless destiny. The roach, with its diabolical wings and moving antennae, was more than what the comfort levels could permit.. The bed was forgotten, the kindness and the warmth if the pillow forsaken, all that was left was to get that blood less, survivor of all holocaust's out of home. But hey, fear is fear, and roaches are...well just that roaches. The spray of bug spray never stopped, stomping with broom st

Tears of fire, welled up at the bridge of the eyes, A drop waiting to get out yet does not, Pain and pleasure are as cryptic as words spoken, Tears of fire, welled up at the bridge of the eyes A few deserved a lot undeserving, False hopes and frail honor pledges, An exit but remains- to live and live right Tears of fire, welled up at the bridge of the eyes Extolled may the virtues be all around, but respect is driven from within, Living is an opportunity best adopted, by living than being spoken about, Tears of fire, welled up at the bridge of the eyes Are but reminders of the righteous fire within, To devour yourself and grow to be a better soul than you are...

Sights and sound refilled, the journey continues. The second signal (yes, there are more signals than travel time), and more of the city's wonders present themselves to the boy, a corner side chaat shop, hard for him to look away, but given that the tummy was just full, the will over powered the gut, then again it was the set of buildings after the chaat shop that was interesting. A set of new sights awaited the eyes at the road corner, a building under construction reflecting the expansion of a local bank branch, another one of those small, but neat, chai wallah shops with a fancy name to tag along and a sale, sale of export quality garments at throw away prices, (wonder how they manage to sell and remain with surplus all the time). Now more than the sale and the bank and the more endearing chaat shop it was the other side that held a moment . No, it was not a greener side, but was an empty space, a plot of land with no garbage dumped in it. The children playing made

Disgust, despair and a lot of dejection, What is left but two inches of ivory, Sweet solace, in words and in deeds, Simple and elegant, yet potent within. Despicable, disdain and dreary may the life be, Living days in shadows of deaths around, The sweetness always marks to excite, Excite and invigorate for life to be loved, One more round, oh, one more round, The bout is not over, until the spirit runs below the ground

A song bereft, Nothing living, nothing lived Love is but all prevalent in my life Thoughts and deeds needing no warrant Sociality is dead and gone, nothing left than living it out, An animal, single and proud, Living and fighting for living life itself, Demons within, demons without, Loneliness is but one demonic scar, on the face void of emotions, Songs are sung in glory of nothing, Strings strung to tunes of ones own breath, Life may have its excitements, But a quiet life is all but lived within..

Lost, in spaces smaller than an atom, A social being is the lost soul, Lying dormant and single than most carnal animals, Purpose and definition defined are they not, Until one applies their own heart to it, Living, breathing and dying, Are but monotonous until a goal is set, For living is not living, Unless lives loved for others is a goal unto oneself

Humane, they say, Be human they say They say being human is what matters, But what happens is just the same A hope always crashed A prayer never answered An aspiration never fulfilled For man dreams always, Needing things more than one What is needed is not what is wanted What is wanted is never needed Man fulfills living when he does realize Life is loved and loved on needs and not on wants

Sitting, does the Mind never do A physical sense disowned Wander in the depths of hell The meta physical journey begin Devils, monsters and demons sound and seem as toys For what is done is done and never complete, The Mind plays tricks worse than Lucifer The One is but always conceived as many Images flash and brighten the senses worn out, Tricks are awake as long as you are, Horrors are on playback that never fade away, Clutching onto thoughts past dead For all might seem mindless and worn out Ravaged and torn are the paths around. Wailing and crying and testing all apart The Soul is just to realise, mindless ramblings are just A trick Peace is found within when asked for not given when craved for.. Peace..

A sun rising, far above the head, Swelling the thoughts of living, Loving, livening up the scene with more than one question, A carnival it is, of sights, sounds, colours and wandering souls, Souls in spaces bound within them, for the carnival never ends, Laughter and tears pierce the games played For every soul is tested in all ways but one, Pained cries tears through the air, Musical tunes healing the pained, Little is but realised, souls are on a sling shot Pulled  farthest are they in pain, to fly  ahead.. Free and spirited

Sitting content, friends having ur back, Life pushed on with angels and demons Meta physical games played around and within It begins, a game above, repeated below Enveloping, Emcompassing and imposing are its tentacles, Uncertainity clouding the logic, To be or not to be is no longer a question, Peace of Mind is all that is asked, Levels are the strata of the physical and meta physical, Continues the games, gnawing away at the heart,  Strength lies dormant within, to see another sun rise For games played in levels are just plays, This too shall pass for another sun to rise..

Pouring the heart out Into an abysmal pit Filled with void and nothing but gut Living a moment Dead another Surviving on a single heart, Is better than piecing two broken ones together, When  absence does not alter someone's life.. Presence has no further meaning

A journey started, with the sun overhead, A thought all pervasive, For the light as the sun is all prevalant, Present everywhere, so obvious that it is rarely seen, Truths and thoughts, left open, yet forgotton to be understood. The journey begins and continues, Summer  and desert sun add their charm and warmth, Smouldered does every thought get, under all forms of the sun. Lay way side within reach yet out of grasp.... Angels and demons wake up, to sights, sounds and smells, Earthy, rustic yet distinctly present,  the walk continues, The wayfarers hawk their wares, unknown of the being around, The day begins as it ends, The moon does rise, While the play continues, The romantics lay, heart worn on their sleeves For love comes in many forms, The moment loved now is just as sweet as the next..

The night dark and morose, Angels and demons lock horns to play their righteous games Lives and passions are but the pawns played on the sidelines of time , Lifetimes they say stand for something The games of the beings play with all their soul, For lifetimes are loved and loathed in a passionate moment, The night dark and morose, is but a canvas. Plays and passions are the only dye cast, The brush of the lord, waits for its creations to play to its content, For with the first ray of the rising sun All that remains is but the creation itself, playing the magic of the day!!!!

To be and to be is a statement, Maxing through life or otherwise A step toward the light A move toward the truth For the ONE defines and designs Free will and spirit within, Within and without the mandate does stay To be and to be is but a statement

A new thought A new beginning A new life, Is all that one wishes for Is all that one always wishes for What is failed is to see the obvious What is life but something new Something new at all times and space For the ONE is but the ever fresh new Which is but newly discovered everytime..

A bit tired A lot drained Begun in emotions Draining the heart of its senses Ending in logic First or last, the mind still does create, Germinate the same result In thoughts or in deeds Just the same as the ONE Killing thoughts are but a waste of time Love it or loathe it, Multiple are the faces of your soul!!! New ways packaged in old bottles ONE defines and directs Purpose of these tireless minds Questions are abound in incoherence Reset are they again in thoughts of the mind

Living, a question asked. Living, a vacuum filled by emotions Living, an answer never complete, Living, a thought defined by you, Living, intuitions joined as co incidence Living, a boon and a bane, Living, seeds of the human creed Living, brooding thoughts and creepy intuitions Living is all but living..

Born free Born free Of thoughts or visions Of visions or ambitions Of ambitions and desires Of desires and dejection Of dejection and reality Of reality and truth. Born free, for i am ONE and ONE i am

A few questions, A few poking, A whole lot of questions provoked within and without. All it takes is one seed, A seed planted within A plant sprouts for the thoughts are strong, A fat, slim or just a plant, It all boils down to just being the ONE For seeds and thoughts are but planted by One, And the plant knows when to be done...?

Questions, always at the back of your mind, A few invigorating, most baseless, Arise and melt into the same oblivion, Yet leave do they a streak of rebellion... Questioning things were not the one beings  designed for Question thyself to find the answers  but within All that is answered are  but the truth, The truth which is hidden in plain sight

People, emotions galore, A few sane mostly insane. A few perceived, rest intutive, What matters is the least cared for, The most cared is the one that matters the least.. Confusion lies beyond muzzled hearts, For souls are stuck in thoughts beyond. For what it boils down to is just ONE, Live life one moment at a time Hearts and souls are but merged into ONE

Smile, in pain or in pleasure, Smile, for thought good or bad, Smile for today life is lived Smile for tomorrow is but another day, Another day to go through the trifles of the heart and mind... Smile, for what matters most Is the least appreciated of all...smile

A thought Beginning to grow Changing lives and circumstances Destiny aligned to lead beyond and yonder, Eternity is but a word For the hearts running our lives are many... Generic thoughts fail to express the magnanimity Hormonic are the leanings of the heart, Idiotic are its whims.... Jostling for space are thoughts and wishes Keeping them within or without Living is not a chore, Many are the meanings attached living life, Numbered are the ways you live it out, Only one thing decides how you live out life. Perhaps its divinity or pure love, Questioning is easy, answers but even more evident

A little bit of thought.. A lot of intuition Moments are many Thoughts are few.. A little bit of thought A lot of intuition Expressions are few Results are but many... A little bit of thought A lot of emotions,trusted are a few, A few too many are what are known. Thoughts of souls may be many, results a few....

Guilty, for all the actions, Done in hate and in anger, Guilty, for all the bad examples set, And for those misled, Guilty, for actions fine for justice, Leading to nowhere but misfortunes Guilt may remain and grow forever, For actions speak louder than words, Actions of the heart are but tributes to its strength,, Weakness or guilt have but to find no souls to inhibit...

Actions speak louder than words, Actions done consciously or sub~ consciously, Acknowledged are souls, Apart from the traits of its human shell Blessed are a few souls, To relive moments after moments, Beginning to believe of but a thought, Basic yet complex do the thoughts compound Beckoning to the merging of souls unbound

A thousands words, Spoken, blabbered and uttered incoherent, A word here, a sentence there Sense made away to be a thing of the past.. A thousand words, Spoken, cluttered with messages Plays with the mind does the mind, Irrelevant remain do they until the dawn revealed... A thousands words, Unspoken, Unkept and uncorrupted, Remain these in the heart For a thought not cared for is worth not told across....in a thousands words

Thoughts, varied with prospects, Drive dreams full of foolishness, What is there but all told, Finding open secrets are all that is untold In plain sight do these thoughts remain, Secrets that which are obvious, So beautifully do they change lives, The living is done without chances, Wisdom is what been told forever, To hear them is what we failed to discover..

A thought possessed Beginning to play tricks within Conscience goes for a toss Demeanor is but changed... Every emotion purged within For anger built up Gives way to more anger Having lost the senses for judgment Intents are limited to being vile and arrogant Just and unjust are rules defined by man Keeping it to God is not simple...