They talk about passionate love,
I say, no, I don't want that.
I want a love which looks the usual,
But pulls me to deeper depths by the day,
Grips me with a gradual fervor, bit by bit,
One which makes sense, but only after a while.
They have a phrase, love is crazy,
I wish I get one which is not.
I want a love which is understandable,
Where my heart and mind can be one,
Without conflicts they can be at peace,
And I don't have to fight an unending war.
They would probably say I am boring,
Let them, I really don't care.
I am content in simply being sane,
Holding her, while she walks alongside me,
Trying to figure her out, every step of the way,
Knowing it might last forever, or just a single day.
They talk about passionate love,
In a sea of silence she is the only word,
In the desert of ugliness, a sole mirage,
Of hope, and utter disbelief.
She is, the sources of the prayers,
The pride and their envy,
A midnight summer's dream.
Walking by, waving a smile,
Almost breaking through,
The facade of the uninterested.
Wishing that the paces left are few,
These step that I take in haste,
In a blind hope it would be you.
There is always that chosen one,
Reasons apparent, definitely not me.
You give it all you have, no less I know,
Just as I have, only you don't know.
But this heart doesn't crumble,
It has been in ruins since I know when.
Now it is just another of those strikes,
Surprisingly painless, miraculously swift!
Meaningless rants, empty echo, these,
Cooked out of unadulterated pessimism,
Finally I turn back and take a different turn,
Wondering if it is leading me to you again!
Scampering into the golden sunshine,
Dragging along the dirt from the rubble,
As little as possible, as clean as it can be,
Holding the palm up to manage the glare,
Seeping in those little rays visible in dust,
Imagination laid on the canvas of reality.
A touch of strength, an ounce of courage,
And escape into the realm of possibilities,
Just another step, it is time.
Ignoring the tattered screeching knees,
Stretching the arm searching for anything,
With an undying hope and a resilient mind,
Trembling to get up on those rusty feet,
Soaking in the promise, starting to believe,
A faint smile overpowering the doubt,
As the head rises a fraction towards pride.
Free from the self made shackles,
Marching to victory, alone and joyous,
There is no path, save the one you pave.
Gathering up each moment, flushing it out of existence,
Running down the seemingly endless opportunities,
And me, trying hard to hold on, press on to the path chosen.
'Cause it is but a long lost cause,
Yet I hold on to those scattered words,
In the hope it would come to a conclusion,
To an end I would want it to, no matter when.
Spent too much time without concern,
Build far less bridges than I have burned,
Now at the crossroad I know not where to turn.
There were few that I knew existed for me,
Fewer still are left to tell those little tales,
What goes within is best left alone anyways,
They've grown up, time to just let them be.
What's with the world that's going up in flames,
Or is it just me reeling in it's scathing heat?
The rest have made a life of it the best they could,
And silly me trying not to abide by the rules of the games.
Now you judge and I'm made the bad guy,
The rotten dead among the shining lot,
"Go away, you don't fit in", they cursed at me,
And I left, without a second look, never asking "Why"?
But they probably didn't feel my heart race.
A hint of joy, a bit of pride, and a hell of a lust.
It would wear down, was the first thought,
For they had predicted it to be so, long ago,
Conveniently leaving out that it lingers, the taste of it.
Often a thought, seldom a dream, and always a smile,
Not a care in the world, and a pair of wings to fly,
"It depends", they argued frivolously, but who cared!
That time, the last time I was myself,
On that strange day when you were mine!