Knowing how the word love has wreaked havoc with your life.
I held myself from expressing mine.
Those words written, had always been for you.
Articulation of my feelings for you.
Confessions about my failures to understand you.
Expressions of despair, as you kept drifting farther and farther away.

A struggle seems omnipresent,
irrespective of the parties involved,
irrespective of the circumstances involved,
fear there always is of being left behind.

The ones who step out,
do so at a cost great.
Happy one might be with the decision made,
but dampened are spirits by those around.

Unable to accept they are,
that one can be satisfied with a life humble.
The ability to know your place,
is belittled by the word weak.

But oh look at the hypocrisy!
Declare they might, that incompetent you are.
Gloat they will, over you lack of passion.
And on the inside rot they with envy.

Because they know,
down there in their shallow depths.
That happy you are,
that at peace you are.

To survive is not the the way for all.
The way is to live for some.
To live without bounds,
to indulge in what the heart desires.

The popularised picture of Purpose,
is just a driver miserable taking you to a goal,
a point defined as success,
actually being a point of no consequence.

And thus the whole struggle,
lacks one crucial element,
the meaning which we all search for.
And thus I fly free.

It seems that he is in pain great,
The dam of emotions broken at last.
Such vitality there is in words his,
Only hope I can too match earnestness such.

Won't deny my jealousy,
Assumed I had it to be domain mine,
Only to be reminded that,
The avenue is open for all.

Open for all to vent out grief and joy,
His grief seems pure,
While mine is tainted,
Tainted with greed, incompetency and lust.

Look up to him I do,
Hope that he finds peace,
Peace in a world filled with betrayal and incompetency,
And brutally lacking empathy.

Like blood from an open wound,
the words flow of their own accord.
Pain there is, but no wish to get rid off.

An unbridled power has taken over,
Can't stop, don't wish to stop.
Have got to write, to tell this story mine.

It's a journey long, meandering through phases varied.
Going through forests deep, stopping at falls sweet.
Looking for answers, to questions abstruse.

Being termed obtuse, for not relenting in the worst of time.
Have been told that  I would lose,  but the choice is mine.
So I surge ahead, with only a dream to lead the way.

A dream to find worlds new.
To know the answer to questions abstruse.

Sinking to depths,depths unknown.
The stone got blown,
into these waters deep.

Wind that came,
was unexpected not.
Traces were felt,all along.

Stone being a stone,never cared enough.
To move about and prepare.
For the storm that wind was to become.