Choice

Weary of the mundaneness,
Of his dreary and tedious work,
Of causing joy, wrath and berserk,
Destiny decided to take a few moments off,
To amuse himself with wine and laugh!
So, he decided to give Choice,
To the two rival clowns of the town,
A choice between the coveted crown,
And the most dreaded drown!
The crown made of glory and joyance,
The drown, of shame and decadence!
All was set, the two paths were laid,
Before the clowns of the town,
And they could choose their destiny.
The waves of the Pacific,
Of alternating ferocious roar,
And formidable aplomb,
Brought the crown ashore,
And tossed it at the doorstep
Of Clown one's little abode!
Made of rubies and uncut diamonds,
The crown, it reflected lights very bright,
That spanned the vast expanse of the skies!
But the clown, inebriated as he was,
Went berserk at the seemingly silly prank,
Of the foolish kids in the neighborhood,
And regarding the crown with,
Disgust and contemptuous mirth,
He kicked it hard with all his might,
Blissfully unaware of the repercussions,
And his fore-coming woeful plight!
And the second clown of the town
Stumbled upon the coveted crown,
The kicked and abused crown,
Marveled at its stupefying beauty,
Treated it with reverence and awe,
And tenderly placed on his head!
And ha! There came grand palanquins,
Out of nowhere and carrying gold,
There came soldiers marching,
In hundreds and thousands,
Only to halt before their master,
On their knees, and ready to oblige!
And no, he was no more a clown,
He was now The King,
The King who conquered the world,
With the mighty weapon of love,
Resided in the palace of my heart,
And lived in opulence forever and ever!

A Deathly Musing

O Reaper! Where art thou!
Compassionate, kind and tender,
Thou sure are, My Love!
Thy companionship I crave,
Come hold my hand tight,
And take me to my grave!
The glinting edge of your scythe
I yearn for, please strike upon me,
The love of my life!
Behead me from the warmth of love,
Lest it fills my heart,
And eventually sears my soul!
Embrace me, O Dark Reaper,
Before I begin to perceive light,
Take me into your cold arms,
Of the eternal bliss of non-existence! 

Black Hawk Down

Inspired by the movie Black Hawk Down.

With not a care in the world,
I float above the clouds,
Far above the wretched crowds,
I fly over narrow ridges and vales,
And take a jolly ride through the mighty gales!

Abruptly, a boisterous black smoke engulfs me,
Roaring in my face and thrashing my being!

All I see is a concourse of black hawks,
Some, twitching and writhing in pain,
In the cold winters, away from home and hearth,
Staring grimly at the amused Death!

All I feel is a cold wave of fears,
Cold enough to freeze the life in my veins,
And an ocean of unshed tears,
That threatens to drown the monsoon rains!

All I hear is the firing of brutal bullets,
And the hurling of rocket propelled grenades,
For them, the closest to a serenade,
Oh! But it's the Reaper, not their fair maid!

I came to a halt at a man on his deathbed-
A pool of red stream that he'd bled,
Mutilated-his body, mind and heart,
Like many others' in mad wars!

At the opportune moment our eyes met,
He looked at me and breathed his last breath,
His glassy and expressionless eyes gaze
At me, and reflect his own face!

And I feel lighter than a feather,
With not a care in the world,
I fly along with a flock of birds flying together,
Up above the whitest clouds,
Far above the wretched  crowds!

I fly over narrow ridges and vales,
And take a jolly ride thro' the mighty gales!

A Paradox

Weary and distressed am I,
Of being eternally entangled,
In this infinite loop,
Of persistent paradox,
Of hyperbolic hatred,
And ferociously fiery love,
Those esoteric bonds,
Of manipulative forces,
I try to severe, but fail,
To break free of the monotony,
Of emotion, devotion and abomination.
So, in pursuit of eternal freedom,
I severe my jugular vein,
And unite with the assuasive
Thunder, hail and rain!

The Impregnable Fortress

I owned an impregnable fortress,
'Thou shalt not enter',
Writ boldly on its ornate door.
A few ignored the sign,
And tried to break in, in vain,
Clearly, the meek it wasn't for,
I thwarted many a dimwit,
With my spear and sword,
A wry smile and dry wit,
A tilt of my head and a cruel word!
And this went on and on,
Until a conniving youth came along,
He carried a quiver with an arrow,
And deftly shot at my Achilles' heel,
I fell, and so did my fortress,
The arrow was poisoned with care!
While I writhed with the smart,
He came in and picked up the dart,
And quietly walked out of my lair!
While I lay on my deathbed,
A pool of reddish humility I bled,
I realize, after all, everything has an end!

Opposites are Alike

The farthest points in divergence,
Converge into a single dot.
Like, my muse's wiles,
And his innocent smile, beguile,
Fiery love and icy hatred,
The world they flood with red,
My most cherishable victory,
Is my magnificent defeat,
And this free-flowing pain,
Is the height of bliss I can attain!

Unfortunate. Or not. III

It was at this time of the year I believe,
That a distant dream of mine,
Shone brighter than sunshine,
We flew to the mystical lands of bliss,
And lied down on wave-lashed leas!
We spiraled towards the sky,
Following our inner urge,
Like the eagles that soar high,
We had a passion to live by!
When Reality let out a scream,
Drowning the spirit of life within,
And all there's left is a wordless din,
That fed on my fears and despair,
And threatening to engulf my being,
It signaled the end of my dream,
A rude shock, the abrupt halt!
But I preserve the wrecked remnants,
In my precious, secret vault,
Hoping that my dream will live with me,
And still let me be!