Threads of time...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Threads of time....
I am on my existential quest
Standing at cross roads of life
all alone in bewilderment
looking at the foot prints behind
a pair of two feets walked n walked
towards the journey to no man's land
over four decades of ceaseless toiling
of frugality,self-discipling,restraints
of controls and answerability
of responsibility and expediation
of ever increasing expectations
of lone battles with self within
of barrages of cynacism from without
of rat race to make ends meet
of constant fright and nag
of not a moment of respite
of democile's sword hanging
ready to cut my throat
to be with me as myself
ploughing thru mirage called life
i look back and wonder
when did i live last for myself
when did i actually lived
always under scanner
of where,what,who,why,how
where had my individuality melted away
where did my independence go
i see unscalable walls around
confinement and conformity
enslavement and annonimity
i feel like a tool crafted
for some purpose
used and finally discarded
as the edges go blunt
it no longer holds veracity
with utility gone,so shall the tool be
gone and bygone
buried under dust of time
sullied and muddled
rebuked and puzzled
much despised then loved
much ignored then tended
easily expanced in the end
would lie that soul dead
which actually never lived
the judges will announce verdict
anytime,anyhow,any which way
and call it a vagabond
a dis-illusioned scum
useless but not before
it has been milked well
there will be epitaphs
but no tears for Old folk
for those who owned him
would be the righteous one
basking in glory for tormenting
a soul which could have lived
was it not for their slimy folly
ambition,insecurity and lethargy
He could have lived some moments
before they squelched his soul !
Standing at cross roads of life
all alone in bewilderment
looking at the foot prints behind
a pair of two feets walked n walked
towards the journey to no man's land
over four decades of ceaseless toiling
of frugality,self-discipling,restraints
of controls and answerability
of responsibility and expediation
of ever increasing expectations
of lone battles with self within
of barrages of cynacism from without
of rat race to make ends meet
of constant fright and nag
of not a moment of respite
of democile's sword hanging
ready to cut my throat
to be with me as myself
ploughing thru mirage called life
i look back and wonder
when did i live last for myself
when did i actually lived
always under scanner
of where,what,who,why,how
where had my individuality melted away
where did my independence go
i see unscalable walls around
confinement and conformity
enslavement and annonimity
i feel like a tool crafted
for some purpose
used and finally discarded
as the edges go blunt
it no longer holds veracity
with utility gone,so shall the tool be
gone and bygone
buried under dust of time
sullied and muddled
rebuked and puzzled
much despised then loved
much ignored then tended
easily expanced in the end
would lie that soul dead
which actually never lived
the judges will announce verdict
anytime,anyhow,any which way
and call it a vagabond
a dis-illusioned scum
useless but not before
it has been milked well
there will be epitaphs
but no tears for Old folk
for those who owned him
would be the righteous one
basking in glory for tormenting
a soul which could have lived
was it not for their slimy folly
ambition,insecurity and lethargy
He could have lived some moments
before they squelched his soul !
Labels: My Quest for happiness....
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