Knowing what you want
Aware this is not it
Still the strings are pulled
And you plunge in head first
But barely swim you can
Thrashing around for survival
And by the powers surrounding you
Making it back to blessed land
Yet a mark has been left
An imprint of terror
The next time the guardian angel
Might not be around
Yet the urge to surf the waves
That thrill my being can't be denied

Undesired Wants

Feeling the feelings
you don't want to feel
But to feel once
And not to touch
More importantly - be touched
And the feeling ends
Relegated to the backyard barn
Full of so many, wanted undesired fleeting touches

Lives Redeemed?

I have undone so many lives
Freed them from the clutches of mediocrity
And left them floundering on the waves of disarray

Gave them a new life to live
And snatched from them dear stability

Oh cruel me
The great liberator
Do I need to be cursed?
Or offered a kiss, a reward?

Shooting My Senses

There are so many of you
The demons of Light
I pluck one out
Shoot the other to smithereens
Still they keep popping up
Now my senses are numbed
My hand moves slowly
Being drawn like a moth
The escape is the distance
And the sheer death below
Even where you were not to be
You persist
Blinding my senses, numbing my eyes

Hollow Pride

Simplicity suffers
In the absence of substance
The mind needs to be boggled
For the good feeling to sustain
Hollow pride in nothingness
Thrills a fleeting minute
Ere being swamped by gloom

Where is I?

Once upon a time
There lived Innocence
Till Life the sculptor
Used many a tool
Friends, enemies, strangers
And chipped away
To reveal Worldlywise.
I freed him, he said

But Innocence lives trapped
Life keeps him ensnared
If Innocence returns
Will not Worldlywise wan?
His failed creation.
Innocence after all shines bright
While Life’s creation is pockmarked
Scarred, ruined

Innocence is in the Lion’s cubs’ shoes
A cub captured by man and treated well
But the cub no more has a life.
The pack is scared.
They see a forgotten themselves,
He reminds them of a tragedy.
Innocence can’t survive
Stifle him, no kill.
Worldywise and his pack
They can’t live in a dream.

Maya

Achieving a sense of meaninglessness
Each triumph a loss
An aspiration fulfilled
And a dream shattered

What has left?
The fantasy that is satisfaction
The facade of hope
The emptiness of bookish promises

What is left?
Life to live

Infuse strength into desire
For short is long
Though sometimes vice versa