Makhtub, living life as it comes

Live they say, in moments lost and forgotten , Crying each day in pain both physical and metaphysical Each time a moment passes, the key to eternia remains just one step ahead... Live they say, in moments lost and forgotten, Searing  pain through thoughts and visions of one wandering heart, One left with breath to be taken in a void, Live they say, in moments lost and forgotten, For illusory breaths manage to survive the imaginary for a while, Lives in pain and claustrophobic thoughts remain chained.. Live they say, in moments lost and forgotten, Rise child, for moments are but moments, Smile through the pain as you always have Live they say, in moments lost and forgotten, Searing pain or pleasures of the mind, they too shall last but a moment..forgotten

A little space, is all I need A pen and a paper.. Encapsulate all within A little space, is all I need A house in a city, for a false sense of immortality A little space, is all I need A country to defend, honour and pride muddled by politics A little space, is all I need A continent to identify, for name is but everything but a name A little space, is all I need A planet to thrive on, until a new one I find to destroy A little space, is all I need A satellite to roam around me, for one is enough to fill romance and dreams A little space, is all I need A galaxy of my own, for spiralling is but an advantage of being in my own A little space, is all I need Universes upon universes descend within my space A little space, is all I need For what I need is within my mind and what I need is a little space!!

“Mrutyunjaya”- gasped a passerby when the boy moved by during the usual long walks. The usual influx of cheap and effective fitness bands did their trick of taking care of a lot of things. One of the things that they did not, were the gasps, sights and sounds that just were passing by the boy at times more than normalcy. He realized this was a result of an overtly imaginative mind and on top of it the annual plans of doing things including a trip playing themselves out as mirages in front of him. However, that would have to wait for now. Presently, a family squatted in front, at the end of the footpath. A motley group of family:  a middle aged couple, a not so old man and a bunch of surprisingly well behaved kids. And not to forget, heaps and heaps of bags. Add to it the sweltering heat of the plateau was taking a toll and playing out as a power tussle between the perceived couple. The boy, just getting out another mirage of eating/ binging of some hard core rasam rice came out t...

Dirt, dirt and more dirt Filled in homes and in minds Dirt, dirt and more dirt Filled up in thoughts and in deeds Dirt, dirt and more dirt Shed from us and within, Dirt, dirt and more dirt Cleaned up it gets only when thought is stopped Dirt, dirt and more dirt The more it's cleaned the more its shed Dirt, dirt and more dirt Realizing it is but the only means Dirt, dirt and more dirt Layers and layers all but lay in wait for thoughts to subvert.  

Broken reed, broken backs and broken souls All that are broken were once whole Newer horizons await, for broken Is but a new beginning… Here, there, n o w h e r e or anywhere, Souls outlive your cloaks worn upon oneself Cloaks of flesh, mass and fatty nerves… What is left behind are but moments Moments, experienced in pain or pleasure.. Moments, not cloaks clothed in bones, The 'I' peeled away, far from within.. The 'I' pulled away, far without.. Saying is easier than done For 'I' is all but an illusion! Lives and moments, experienced all throughout Wear a smile on the cloak, nothing you do worthy to gloat. Content and withdrawn, life goes on, Break away the illusion & true life lives on..