What is it?
A framework?
Or a piece of art?
A fated timeline
Of sheer creativity?
A planned theme
Or a well written play?
Why am I pinned into it again?
Dancing or mourning
Over pre-scripted scene;
Whether I sing or cry
The playlist is unseen;
I don’t move
My brain stops
As if I am played too
Over a pre-determined game.
Is the result out already?
Who would be the winner?
I am thinking without
Knowing a way-out clear.
I don’t know until when this would be
Is it for now or forever?
Walk over roads
That are Perfect-round,
Bewildered, pipe-Jammed
Yet not beaten;
Moving in circle of life
I am back to square.
My past and future are non-existent
My present is time-struck;
Still I am ageing.
Time grin.
….
There was no end of such trails
Even in past..
When I was still like a mast;
All I had learned..
Led me nowhere
Until I saw a marker,
A marker,
A symptom,
A symbol,
A signal,
An alarm,
A warning,
A chaos,
An opportunity,
A big buzz, that shook me away..
That snapped out of me,
and penetrated me with a spear,
I bled yet all my ignorance washed away,
With a fresh bloodstream;
I gained the secret of life,
A secret of acceptance,
A secret of diligence,
A relation between stillness and turbulence;
No matter what you think,
Life is one step ahead of you,
Playing with you with a string..;
If you win it today it is not forever,
Giving up blurs vision, and you are pushed to dark..
It’s a trial every day and you cannot give up.
…
I won in past,
My fight was with myself,
I will win now as it is me again.
….
Every time,
And again..
When I am stuck and pinned,
I know these tempests would swirl over me,
To free me, to get rid of me,
In order to protect me again,
Just like today,
I will unpin..
Myself to re-align,
To bring balance,
I will rise.
