The Chase

Time runs out
that has been its habit
I keep following its tyre treads
I continue
because that has been my promise
It is generally quicker than me
for it has practiced its art since long
I’m just a new guy on the block
I try to run with as many ideas
As I can carry
For I have no idea which one will last the race
Hoping one will
But it slows me down
The burden or bliss of too many
Only time should tell
Which is why it’s important to keep running
Keep tugging
Too intense a fire inside
sometimes burns a part of me
I sometimes wonder
In this pursuit
If it’s too early to tell
Or I’m too slow
The ideas too much of a burden
Or the way wrong altogether
In middle of heated, dusted path
Wild, unconventional and arrogant
Where things don’t look the best around
Its difficult to accept it as the verdict
much more it feels like giving up .
The only way out it seems
is to keep running with my bag close to heart
and feet near the ground
Chasing it down
Let only the ‘will to continue’ decide.

Impromptu

Posting from comments :)

A said ...
A thought i chose to recall
wherin lies the will of the wall?
in him who chose to make it?
or in him who chose to break it?

Ysh said ...
A genre of mass behavior, Will of the wall
is a thought pristine & entrenched in all
those who fail to look beyond the wall
And its their numbers that it stands tall

A Connection in disconnect

There is a connection in disconnect
between us and our places
Lost in a million faces
Apart these distances
Tangled in the city buildings somewhere
And confused in the city lanes and square
And waiting for the traffic to clear
And waiting for you dear
There is this,a connection in disconnect

Will of the walls

There are some who poke holes in the fort walls
Hoping it to crumble
Indifferent to the unpractical a thought it might be.
A dream I’ve seen every morning since I started
But I’m waiting for the brick that decides
My fate and that of the fort
As I hole another brick out of the wall
Hammering against the will of the walls
let it not put a limit
and definition to what things can be

No song can save me tonight

No song can save me tonight
neither the music can lift me out
mess it is not but a challenge
impossible maybe not but damn too tough
May be just beyond the farthest hill I can climb
Tragic it isn’t but ironic
I’m not counting on the dope of music
or the consolation of the song
fact it is not but a feeling
that even as I like it, Love it
Time I don’t have to listen you
Reason it is not but a hunch
History it is not but a Deja-vu

I fall still to the conviction of the song
Love it as it plays to
the dance-floor in my heart
Song it is not but an energy
Listening to you
I find tough to resist
Listening it is not but an act of feeling
The moment of joy that you give
and your bursts of hope in the midnight
song you are not but an inspiration
As I try to ignore you now
resistance it is not but a reflection
of the grave challenges ahead
Even as in me still resonates
the song that cannot save me tonight.

catch and release

so hard to hold
hard to let go
miles apart
just a stone throw

breathe it in
and spit it out
i am so sure
so full of doubt

grasp tight
and empty fist
lose sight
in clearing mist

do you see?
what i mean
really sober
creatin' a scene

read into it?
a bit of tease
the disconnect
catch and release