Poetry, I realised
wasn’t something I could force.
There were times, it came to me
like a revelation.
but mostly I maundered,
in search of a word,
like a missing puzzle piece.
I knew there was a word.
That would fit and legitimise,
my expression.
I knew it existed,
somewhere in the hollows of my mind,
forgotten.
But the flow was obstructed,
ripples disrupted,
carried it further and further
away from me.

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“It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.
To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger. 

Where damped washing are hung
often upside down,
where strayed dogs play cheerfully at noon
and howl savagely by the night
where streets are narrowed
and nights, stretched out.
Amidst of quietened alleys,
and lamented walls,
where people sleep on pavements
and rejoice the filth.
The town weeps I’ve been told.
I hear it’s calling.
Every night, I pack my things,
and escape this wretched place
I stride into the dark,
running for the nearest train.
I almost make it but
— noiselessly,
the town follows.

―R.

Surrender

The impulse for a change grew stronger,
as I sat by the flowing stream and wondered.
The unsteady currents mirrored my heart,
clarity rained on me like a prayer.
With hushed yet heavy tone,
“surrender” it whispered.
And you’ll see the horizon…
fogs of uncertainties will rise swiftly,
loosen your grip and
let the worries flow through your palm.
Plunge in the flowing current;
you’re not yet done with your chances!

Let it carry you,
where it may.
The dawn will ease your pain
and you’ll be the first to witness change.