Totally in Tune with Myself, I Set You Free

I set you free from my journey,

Where you had the mandate call.

Here, the new phase begins

Guided by the invisible codes of my own grasp,

Neither to the paradise as a roaming soul;

 Nor to the burning fire or the poisonous fangs.

You gave me dreams, and you gave me hope

Preached by your Sons to  sustain me far.

Beyond the star studded superstitious tales,

I have awaken to the grounds of reality;

Where there isn’t any hope, dreams and need of sustenance,

To grow my own wings to fly by.

The ghosts may travel with me a bit longer,

Than you were allowed to.

Whenever they choke me, I will have your reminiscences

With the music of temple bells,

The fragrance of burning incense;

And the radiance of altar lights.

Here, when I bleed away from your omnipresence,

I realize, life is void and vain as it should be.

Totally in tune with myself, I set you free.

I melt my desire into intuition and ride it as my horse,

The road won’t end where I complete my journey,

From there another life will resume the journey.

Unlike You

Unlike You,

I foster deleterious pangs in my mind.

I tear up at the loss of my dreams

To toss and turn in sleepless nights,

In vain lamentation of the spilled milk.

Unlike You,

I sing in tune to the vehement gusts.

I bellow out the frustrations;

Before they could toss my sanity,

And cry them into eager chinwags.

Unlike You,

I bewitch the fate into my custody.

I avert unsolicited companies;

To eradicate futile matches of wave lengths

In malleable smiles and mawkish words.

Unlike You,

I brood on darker corners.

I regret the walk of perfidious;

To the extent to be inconspicuous

In a life treaded by them.

Unlike You,

I plot for callous carnage.

I lead a one man army for many

In tolerance with all my negativity;

To ensure our right to live the lives in peace.

Survivor

An ant climbed to my right thigh

While on bath.

Plumped in the bubbles of bathing herbs,

Out of the green patches of hibiscus shampoo,

Shaking antennas, it clinked onto my legs in vain.

Green residue and white dusts of my

Natural invigoration twirled into the drain.

The bath water whizzed under it

As a threatening whirlpool.

I tossed the black creeper down with

A mug of cold water.

It slided on the tiled floor in frantic search

For my legs.

I shook my drying hair at the little fighter,

In assurance of a soon dried up floor.

I walked out of the bathroom

All freshened and new when,

The ant waved its antennas at me,

Like the last survivor of Titanic.