Thou Shall Rise

-
Thou shall change for better or for worse
Knows no one but time to come
The upheaval shall decide what you averse
The tides await rhythm of destruction to hum

The eventful journey is itself a surprise
The possession obsession too low as a prize
Fear not, the times shall pass
Alas! look at what you shall surpass

In the era of depression, intolerance and agitation
Lines of Shakespeare and Ruskin Bond feels exaggeration

The need of the hour is so vague
Orthodox thinking has hit worse than plague

The science is at par
But humanity has lowered the bar

The aim waivers like a flickering candle
Easy to kindle but hard to handle

But the best part is thou shall rise
When meagre supplies shall suffice

Until then, the human hope is besmeared
Like the past, present has sneered

This isn't a race or tug of war
It's between who you wanna be and who you are

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

By Hope, In Hope

-
Nothing to tell, nothing to hide Fear in flight, dread in flight : none Lies! we speak unto selves Filling up on those filled shelves Past is a mystery, like times to come Fading in the distance, unlike moon & sun Facing the hapless being helpless every morrow "Nothing to hide"? Empty barrels of mirth & sorrow Where's the hope I promised thee? Is it here in the landscape you see? It's in a faraway land, buried beyond seas Beneath mountains of sand Lending a hand to some unknown being Unknowingly tasting, admiring the last of what he'll be seeing Strange, our lives are quite long While the stories remain short For the reality to board For song sung by hope in hope Before the world it dreamt could elope
Read more

Goes the man, on his way

-
 It takes years to build a man worth the words Walking his own path irrespective of herds Is it good, is it bad? who's to say goes the man, on his own way Whatever it takes long hours short breaks breaks that ache from restlessness living is running to harness Towards the stress of being complete From ages and ages of duress dark day, darker the night who's to say the way is right Its the gait and the face The strait laced ace and respect from gates
Read more

Being ME

-
 I was told about things to worry times-a-passing, goals to hurry Somehow I don't want to be the hero of folklore wearing a mask, forcibly forlorn I want to be me The best that can be Laugh when I want fall on some slant Cry my eyes out Acknowledge me every doubt Define me wherever and however seizing to be alive, never Walk on my own gait celebrate worth, tackle hate Dream endlessly and still not fret There's a story to be told about me that I don't know yet
Read more