tell me god..what is my cure?

in a world stained with imperfection i seek something pure
tell me god..what is my cure?
people claim what is rightfully not their own
raiders reap happily what some have so carefully sown
there are ample treasures at every turn to satiate every soul
sadly no one believes in the pot of gold at the end of a faded rainbow
cloudy desires have lured an innocent moon...have stolen its right to shed light
now the tired travelers are only left with a ghastly endless night
even the black and white have lost their battle against a stealthy grey
it is not sins anymore for which one must pay
stone cold reality bites for every dip in the shadowy pool of life
every time the heart dares to emote..gets stabbed brutally with a silvery knife
waking up from rosy dreams seemed to be an easy fare
but what about nightmares in the guise of dreams that are too painful to bear?
a murkiness has tainted the fabric of hope..that once used to allure
tell me god what do i seek now? what is my cure?

Let me be..


      let me spill a little time before i save some more
let me lose a couple of miles before i meet with what's in store
                              let my heart falter a bit before it picks up rhythm again
                     let me do a bit of madness before i continue with being sane
                                               let me be a tad reckless...a break from the usual careful self
                                 let me enjoy being sad before into bliss i again delve
                       let me curse a while before i go on ensuing praises
                let me fling epithets somewhat before returning to cultured phrases
                                   let me don the devil's cloak..the perpetual saintly halo is such a bore
let me be the embodiment of bad for a try...
                                       a respite from the mundane good that all seem to adore
                 let me cry for a moment or two before i fall back on the pedestrian smiles
                                              let me bask in greed before i revert to my ideals of no-guile
                              let me mess up once..for why should it always be perfect?
            let me fake it for a change 'coz genuine is so yesterday's effect!

reality realized..

FootPrints of a Vagabond...

tired m i thinking of what 2 do!
all i can come up with is that i should do something new
i should steal colors from a butterfly's wing
try to add some to mine
but wait! i don't have wings! i can't fly..
can't go home no matter how hard i try

so i would borrow some wings...maybe from a sparrow dancing in the dust
but before i set myself free, foreseeing it in the tarots is a must
i see myself dull and frozen beneath a blue lake
to whatever i look back, i see ashes in my wake
did i not leave blooms at all?
how sad i feel for those who have witnessed my fall..

i am tired..i want to rest
but to the strong ugly winds i have lost my little nest
yes i want..i want to do something new
but it seems choices i am left with are indeed very few
i want to swim to the surface
to watch the sun sink in the lake once more
i want to feel warm again..turn my reality into a lore
but i guess i want too much...as my mirages would dissolve at the merest of a touch
i can only walk on the blazing sand with a scorching sky above
i have given it up all that i had once loved

call me a vagabond...mark me as a pariah who has only memories to spill
for i can see no fountain where i can get my next fill
empty from within...ruined to the core
i have wandered long enough from one to the next door
with some i have left a misty smile...with others maybe a tear or two
only proof that i was there..that it was all true..