Paths to you

Posted by Zave | Posted in | Posted on 00:58


This road leads me somewhere,
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!


Posted by Zave | Posted in , | Posted on 01:47


One step at a time,
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.

To a lost cause

Posted by Zave | Posted in , | Posted on 01:46


The merciless clock keeps unwinding,
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.

Giving up seems easy, almost inevitable,
'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.

Turning away

Posted by Zave | Posted in , | Posted on 01:44


I have gone to the point of no return,
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"?
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