Existence through Survival

On my window sill, perched is a winged being

Unhappy to be sharing space with another form of life

Perplexed as I am, at what my next move might be -

Like it, I do not know what it is like to be bereft of being.

They say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder -

So I behold, and obscurity I see

Chaos and rivalry makes me cringe in my space

Hiding from circles – invitingly tainted.

Yet beauty I had seen amidst the chaotic life

Life – a symphony orchestrated at his free will

Though some notes were beyond my taste

I try to nod along, as if imbibing its grace.

My palms capture the monsoon after the blazing summer

Dark skies are torn open by the mighty thunders

It mellows down, pouring in as cold welcome showers

For halting hectic lives, it also makes some scream.

The earthy fragrance which follows induces in me – sleep

And paves its way smoothly within my tired frame – deep

I see myself relax, though my silence loudens

Embracing my soul it blocks out even seldom words that peep.

My life, a duet, maybe composed by time

But sung by me – and I hadn’t followed the rhymes

I tweaked a few tones, I’ve upset the hymn

Wrongly pitched a few notes - maybe missed a few lines!

A silent sigh somehow escapes my pursed lips

As the hurt which instilled it, eats into my will

Though I know I had tried to face it like a man -

I had never run away nor brought about any harm.

I hold no account for the countless days, bygone

Nor try to justify reckless moments, the past has now worn.

I know I have had my razing revenges – few

But I also know I have stood up for all my deeds, lewd.

I have created many bonds for my kids to take along

And broken a few too, for which into pillows I have sobbed

I may not have lived life, the way it was meant to be –

But I know I have lived it true, so now I recede!