Alone, All Alone

I came here all alone,
My back stabbed with a knife,
Nobody in joy or when I mourn,
And I am all alone in life.

Kith and kin,

Them and my strife,

So woe has gotten under my skin,

Because I am all alone in life.

In nobody can I confide,
I have not a girlfriend or my wife.
So beneath my aloofness do I hide,
And I am all alone in life.

Peace do I heed,
Desolation is in rife,
And so can't I succeed,
Because I am all alone in life.

We are all born in solitude,
Some find mates in life,
But cannot I aloneness elude,
And I am all alone in life.

Timeless Time

"Thou art Him", enunciates our scriptures.
Can we mere mortals, comprehend this magnum opus?
It is sheer madness even to ponder over such heavenly things.
But yes.
We are mortals.
We shall be impudent.
We shall be absurd and obnoxious to the zenith of horrendous audacity.
We are His strings.
He, the Artist of this Mankind, thrums the strings.
He thrums it.
We sing it.
We are the mere musical notes of Him.
The Virtuoso.
We schlep by time.
The execrable time.
A flower if I am, time blights me.
I lose my redolence.
I lose my resplendence.
I lose my existence.
Time is intangible.
But it is besmeared on each of our foreheads.
He besmears it.
This, our fate.
He spurns us like a cur out of His way.
He loves us like His own genes, bestows His Grace.
But He loses Himself for time.
The serrated edges of time cut through His ever resilient palms.
Plunder Him of His own existence.
The all-ravaging Time.
The all-pervading Time.
The Timeless Time.

Kites fly to hug the ground,

Their destiny written on the sands,

With hope and valor.

They lick the shores, hug them passionately.

Love soars to the skies,

When kites plummet to the earth.

Their suspiration, sways them down from the highs.

They hug every spec of dirt on their way,

Beckon the Earth to stretch it's hands,

To welcome them.

To love them.

When they're cut from their beloved strings.

"No strings attached", they soar down,

Caressing the ground.

Are they dubious?

Are they guileless?

Never can we know..

We, the mere.

We, the serrated edges.

Estrangement

Their quarrel estranged the two friends,
It was an odious moment indeed.
It was the caressing touch of the current trend,
And Separation did the two heed.

They were the best of peers,
And laughter from them did bleed.
Yet did the strong woe pierce,
And Separation did the two need.

Hysteria was as though born.
None of them ready to concede.
Ha! But each other did they scorn,
And on Separation did the two succeed.

Dramatic suspirations were the only choice,
And on friendship they agreed.
But who could hear the future's abhorrent voice?
And Separation did the two accede.

The relationship though was divine;
Though each other's heart they could read,
The value of love, none could define,
And Separation did them mislead.

Life is like an undulating ferry,
Floating aimlessly like a poppy seed.
Ephemeral are the glimpses of merry,
And Separation is the greatest misdeed.