Void...

Lost in thought, utter confusion, I often lose sight of realities, of actual possibilities, more often than not, projecting my wishful thinking onto people and things. However sometimes I wonder, if this delusion is only mine or a shared human experience. One can never know for no one will ever admit to this vulnerability. This vulnerability which one desires to makes one strength yet again wishfully.
How often have I have thought that there is reciprocation when in fact nothing existed there, nothing at all!

Of Desirable Disasters...

When a schoolgirl comes alive
In a grown woman
Caution goes out of the window
As emotions take over.
When the heart wants to do somersaults
At a single sight.
When all you want to do is
Scream from the rooftops
And you simply have to hold your silence.
Know that when your mind wanders
Into unknown places
Out of the blue.
You are headed for disaster
That desirable disaster- LOVE!

Bittersweet Defeat...

In this life of dreary habit
You offer some solace.
And yet I hate you
Not for who you are
But for who you make me.
Silly putty,
A plaything
My heart is at your will
To twist this way or that.
Precious ego
A battle of wills.
I want to give in
And flow away in the river,
The river of utter emotion.
And yet I refuse to,
A refusal to accept defeat
Self preservation.
A defeat which would be sweet
If you gave in too.
Two souls worlds apart
And yet poetically similar
Two halves that could come together and mesh
Mesh till they are inseparable
Homogeneous.
As I drown
Reason
My last straw
A struggle for survival,
Constant and endless.
I await the embrace of defeat
Which holds much promise
Bittersweet
If only you could embrace the courage
To give in too...

Un-inspired

Lack of inspiration
An intellectual drought
Emotions tapped dry.
The poet muses
The artist despairs
For art suffers.
Tragedy,
Heroism,
Romance and varied passions
Human emotions
Source of poetry.

The commoner is immune
To such troubles
For to him it is but a passing fancy.
As art dies
An inconspicuous death
The commoner lives on in ignorance.
Mediocrity rules,
Inglorious bastard!

When shall justice speak up
Poetic justice?
A lost, forgotten history
Pain-stricken yet wasted.
Disheartening
For the Artist who thrives on art
To watch from the sidelines
This ruination.
Hopeless and helpless;
An eternal suffering
This famine!

A Different Kind of Faith...

"The world is afflicted with death and decay, therefore the wise do not grieve, knowing the ways of the world"--- Old Buddhist Saying

When one is rational, practical, whatever, is one truly heartless? Is that what one is doing when one is doing the right thing?The strong, the sensible thing?
It is not that stoicism is above and beyond pain or grief. It in fact is the realisation and acceptance of the 'Big Plan' that one has no control over. And this has nothing to do with whether one is spiritual, religious or an atheist. Even when one lacks faith (or what is the popular idea of faith), in true stoicism over loss, over pain, in hardships, one is exemplar of true faith. If nothing else, for the want of a better word, faith in the human condition, with all its connections and failings. And therefore I believe that the true stoic is all heart. A braver heart maybe but still all heart... :)