Enticement

You see something, you think its nice

Thats what you think of every vice.

You sense a vibe that draws you close

An magnetic force so charged, it shows.

You know its wrong but it's a bounty fare,

A forbidden fruit so tempting, you dare.

You've hurt before, but you care none,

It's always too late before you know its done.

Pulling back is something impossible,

What wins, is the hope of the probable.

You're warned again by self an peers,

But more inviting than caution are the tears.

It's not the prize, but the pursuit of it.

Enticement finally becomes habit.

The Wayfarers

I look back sometimes, to see the path i tread on,
To see if i missed a turn, or a patch of grass to lay on.

A twig that i should have picked up, which i snapped in my stead,
A pebble that i ignored, when i should have kicked it instead.

A leaf that i brushed away might have nestled amidst the pages,
The wounded birds that i could have nursed, have now been trapped in cages.

The wayfarers that crossed my path, could have become companions,
The tufts of clouds that sheltered me, now seek far off horizons.

The tree i carved my name onto, to find my way back home,
It withered while it stood in wait, only to perish alone.

I look back sometimes to only see a lot of things undone,
As much i try, i cant go back, i've missed another turn.

Gaya

The armies march, the war path beckons,

Unflinching and desolate, the heart thumping silence.

To find peace they hear the war cries,

Abandoning that, which they fight to preserve.

Approaches the enemy, equaling and staunch,

Fire that rushes and pumping within.

The heavens look down on a future scarlet,

A momentary vaccum before the charge.

A slow and painful redemption.

Hopes and dreams sliced by the blade.

A harmonious dance of doom and revenge,

Slaying the soul, in a shroud of glory.

A panoramic mist of darkness and stench,

An epic of victory and tears to come.

A purpose fulfilled, and battles won.

A lost heart, A wound deep,

More lasting than time.

A spirit mourns of true defeat,

The helpless pulse of earthen slumber.

goo(ba)d

it's good to know whats good and bad.
the good you do is bad to show and the bad to share feels so good.
the good say, bad is good to know and the bad know, good is bad for them.

but what is good without the bad?
and bad without good cant be that bad.

all good is bad and all bad cant be good!
So in fact, you see that in the end, bad wins over good because...
good is bad at being bad and bad is good at what it does!

surrogate lives

interestingly my first ever blog post is not about my life. its not about stuff happening in my life anyway.
sometimes it so happens that events in your lives seem to take a break. its when you find yourself saying "same old, same old" to someones "whats happening?". it isn't because your life is boring or "not happening" its simply a time to sit back and observe. maybe a time to prepare your self for the hurricane of socio-political debris. and that is why you find your self keeping busy with the lives or the others around you, because lets face it, we need something to do. cheap thrills, philosophical guidance, sadistic pleasures, office politics, blogging ;) are all the things one does when subconscious restlessness takes over.
you are actually living a part of someone else's life, or you a a living part of it. either way you make it your business. now anyone who thinks "what a loser!!" need to realise that "lessons of life" mostly come out of these "jobless" pursuits. for example i dont know what anyone is going to take out if this blog. i don't know what they might gain or what they might waste..their time or my effort. but its just because maybe right now, i'm preparing for i can see coming for me soon enough, through others experiences, by making myself an active part of their process. makes me sort of a scavenger but then hey, which one of isnt at some point or the other... so the next time you think theres a lull or that you are jobless or theres nothing much going on with you, maybe you need to start accumulating for the grey patch ahead.