THE QUIET BURIAL

THE QUIET BURIAL


Fear of loss, of failure, of felony

Of past that made you weak within

But ‘coz you fear to pen down your thoughts

You just committed the 7th sin


Create; you build the dream you saw

But none was wiser to judge your thoughts

‘coz none was wiser to share the feel

‘coz none was there for you to heal


Inflicted wound, in your mind

The dream was not for the world to see

The 6th sin committed, you possessed your thought

Fear to come out in open but flee


As Frost declared in his epic

“The road less travelled” was what he claimed

You believe you did the same

But a few hundreds on the way, you blamed


Your trust in self is worth a penny

‘What if!’ rules your mind in pain

5th sin on the brink, up and heady

‘coz the grass you chose, rotten or green

You judged yourself as wrong already


Three, the number, mysterious of all

As much as you want, mortal you are

Three sins already, unforgiving world

From tomorrow, you pledge, to end all hate

But world has plans, as one said

Tomorrow never comes till it’s too late


That moment in life

Life becomes surreal

The world comes to honour, to smirk in pride

The honour is in relief, that it is for real

The honour is in witnessing, The Quiet Burial

WHAT MATTER THY NAME

For the past has made you sick

To what you were and you’ll ever be

You cling on, on to it with force

But unforgiving is the carnage

Coz for people you’re along with

What matter thy damage?

What you lived for, for all those years

The magic the touch, the touch of class

Your glory and name, name of no use

No mood no time, no time is just an excuse

Single miss and you’re forgotten

The case is not supportive

Depression brings out creativity

But anger is all you got

Retaliation without any pity

Justify for all you like

You run you cry for what you hold dear

But for people you’re along with

What matter thy fear

You fear your critics, you fear your fans

Time is right to call it quits

To die to fathom or to fade away

Or try to collect the broken bits

For your work was art and not your job

But job has got you fame

When you die and die you alone, then

What matter my name, what matter thy name

Twenty-One or Unlucky Seven

Nothing for a change

to do or say

days after days

weeks foregone

nights into days

dusk into dawn

 

Never planned for this one moment

what to work for, what to expect

sitting idle typing rubbish

trying to be imperfect

 

Turn around 5 years back

you had a point to prove

envy or insanity, nothing was untouched

single focus, grand ambition

took the task as a mission

 

Turn around 2 years back

life as it never was

friends and foes, plenty of them

for every stint and every cause

 

Now turn around and find yourself

at this very moment and not a second late

rusty and forsaken, empty and dejected

no further intrusion

by body or soul

the hell is where you stand

look no further for sumptuous hole

 

Gates beckon to enter

to waste and let die

or let your life get ruled by forces

beyond what you could ever imagine

to move in a flash, from hell to heaven

you either need Twenty-One

or the power of unlucky Seven

The Other

Sunsign was read, characters defined

in no time, you were an open book

present explained and future predicted

your story was there for everyone to look

 

False ego... you were told

justification did not work

even tried to end the discussion

but could not hide that smirk

 

Took some pride

wanted more

got an ego boost

to the core

 

That long straight road

needle touched 100 miles

windows down, head out

no rule, no code

 

You feel the rush of air

motor running, gas burning

hint of smoke, hear the last roar

doesnt matter, you want more

 

Middle of the highway

trees and clouds, birds in a fight

you thank for just one thing

there is no man in sight

 

Fresh snow on that far off mountain

you reach out, no avail

as human as you are

caught up in trivial trail

 

Sun is up, are you enlightened?

or petty things still on your mind?

one thing worth searching for,

Higher Truth, for you to find.

 

If not, then go back to yourself

there's ‘The Other’ in all of us

that second half of yours is trembling

to get out of the ruckus

when it takes over, you are not real

and that’s exactly what you want to feel

 

It got you here

treasure? money? nothing that it wants

surrender your ego, follow the lead, delve

in the words of Paulo Coelho

When you stop being you, you find your real self!