Do not be proud of what you have,
Never condemn in your perceived perfection
Things stay constant for but a fleeting second
The condemned shall rise to dispel your misconceptions
Exercise caution, Beware!
They may be fictitious, the things for which you care
Your life may stray, from plan far away
Reduced to the cinders of a laughable play
The bat of an eye,
A twist of fate,
Reality walks with a gleam in the eye,
Only to one day make you see
How mercurial life can be!
Did you hear the noise?
I just fell out of grace
It was not by choice
The sand seems slimy
Time is uncertain
Its running out fast, blimey!
The memories boil
Anger, love, friendship,
Contentment turned to turmoil
The phone cried
Call, message, a reminder?
No, The battery just died.
Looking for a new view
Seeking the Old, in a new purview
Old is familiar, safe and easy
New is unknown, murky and scary….
Old is stable, secure and sure
But it needs New; constant recourse
New brings action, hope and life
Old is gold; but stagnant it dies
Keep the Old, with a dash of new….
Every once in a while,
Change the damn view!
All I wanted today
Was to run far away
To leave it all behind,
To hide myself in a shrine
With relics of my past,
Of a future I dreamed the night before last
Peaceful at heart, soul and mind,
And at peace with itself at the same time
Beautiful memories of times gone by,
Aspirations to build new memories, to try,
And yearn for a life that makes you proud,
Content, happy and devoid of the shroud,
Tired I am of donning which,
Its time I retired it, let it sit,
Its time I run away,
Far far away…..