Incompleteness...in Absence

Life started with a whisk;

With thirst increasing day by day.

Before i could taste the fruit,

It abducted all my dreams,

Whipping me to darkness.

The cold nights became scorching,

As I was Padlocked to death.

Every day i woke up,

With an utter abhorrent look.

I prayed my demise;

Realising self as vacuity.

Until she intervened;

Ablazing my heart with life.

She helped me to look beyond

And I reacted,

Expressing myself to this buzzy world.

She filled the space between my fingers

And made me think of those

Who still wanted me to breathe

While crossing those dark forests;

Many helping hands came by.

But me intuited, they weren't selfless.

Now at this stage of life,

When i stand lively despite pain;

And she has to move away,

I feel myself all alone,

sensing "an incompleteness in absence.."

Uttran..........

They threw it out
Marking it of no use
She picked it up
Considering a gift of almighty

For them who have a lot to spend, they dream and desire
But for those who have nothing to spend
They just dream
Their desire gets fulfilled from the UTTRAN of former

Truth.......

His tender hands gave  an inlink.

He needed help.

The tiny flickering eyes

Intuited me of his innocence.

Quite unaware about the fact,

I rouse my helping hand,

And said, I am with you.

Unexpectedly my legs fumbled,

And I was pushed into hell.

Being pleaded by the masquerades,

Somehow I survived;

But my modesty was ceased.

This forced me to believe

That truth is insane.........

Path of Life

Time passed, months went by
Year after year
I worked, improved and worked more
But, I wasn't an automaton.
Like Morpheus and Neo, I stole
My moments of life,
my moments of coding,
my musings on maths,
On quatum physics
On life
My moments ...
Of happyness;
And like now, my moments of self-introspection,
The daunting infinite loop.

Why do I have to steal?
Why live in pretense?
Are we all mere commodities in each others' eyes?
Is Rand right?
I am a man with questions
And a quest to find the answers.
All I have is a path.
Guess this makes human life worth it;
A path and hope to see beyond.

Supressed Desire.....

A wednesday clip

A common man dreams but the jurisdiction prevents it's dreams from becoming a reality

Every morning when I step out,

I sense the unpleasantness.

A frenzy air knocks my mind;

And stops me to think beyond.

Unsullied by anything,I returned.

And found a lady lamenting,

For unceremonious departure of her son.

I was choked and scared

As air following me

Warned me of some unprecedented.

Burning my midnight lamp,

Very often I fantasize,

That I should fight these falcons.

But the encubrance of jurisdiction,

Prohibits me in making reality.