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aster Jan 2019

Sun Kissed.

The path ahead
swerves indefinitely.
I stand there,
lost in thoughts.

I'm told that
I can not take this journey alone.
I have been told that
I have a 'companion' to guide-
to success.

So, even when everyone leaves,
I stand there waiting for them.

Ten seconds,
fifteen minutes,
an hour,
two days,
a week,
three months.

Time pass.
Weather changes.
People leave.

Yet, I stand there,
All alone.

I can't do this anymore.
But I don't want to break their trust.
So, I start to walk-
slowly.
Even though, they might not be
part of the whole journey,
at least I can join them for the rest of it.

As I walk,
I feel the beauty around me.
The clear sky is covered
with bright green leaves
of the tall trees
winding along my
unknown path.

The peeking sunlight kisses
my cheeks,
and the cool, gentle wind
rustles through my hair.
I find peace .

I can see people
rushing past.

They run along the path
but I walk along
the silent side lanes.
I turn back to look.
Still no one.

My conscience won't put me
to rest.
I quicken my pace,
while thoughts flood in me.

I wonder if they will still come?
What if I'm wasting my time?
What if I don't reach there?

I push aside these thoughts.

I look around.

Pause.

Breathe.

The sun-
soft, it's rays
peeking through
the tree leaves.

The wind-
cool, whistles a merry tale
of the past as it gently
rushes past me.

I want time to pause,
I want to cherish
this moment forever.

This is bliss.

But I can't stop for long.
I have to win.
I can't wait for anyone.
This is my fight.
I need to this on my own.

I look around.

Sun kissed,
I run,
I run to my freedom.

aster Jan 2019

Eternity.

The ink shall always bolt onto the pages of mankind,
if not through me,
then through another.
I’m nothing but another Aster,
another medium for nature to inspire.

My heart is not mine.
My words are not mine.
The ink that flows from within, isn’t mine.
It’s hers.
And to her, shall I be forever obligated.

I’m neither the beginning,
nor am I the end.
I’m transitory, limited and imperfect.
But the ink will flow for an eternity.
To all the future Asters,

let it flow!

aster Jan 2019

Perception.

· Perception ·

All that is dark is not gloomy,
All that is bright is not necessarily light.
All that you hear is not true,
All that you see is not factual.

I cannot help but stop and look at the cold moon.
A moon is intense, a moon is inhumane,
It is dark and mysterious.
Yet, a moon is perfect.

The hazy daylight sings like an outdoor air
Are you upset by how faint it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the daylight so addled?
Are you afraid, that everything that you have learned,
Till now was never the veracity.
That your life has lost its connotation?

Yet now you are conflicting
The dusk, when it’s so definite
Questions the integrity of your own morals.
Thus, life takes a different road,
Yet the destination is the same.
It’s the perception that varies,
The truth is the equivalent.

Your ideals and his,
His thoughts and her,
They maybe same they me be different.
But everyone is real
So, learn to accept
And respect
‘Cause it’s our perception.
Both dawn and dusk are beginnings.

aster Jan 2019

*Blink.

Blink

I fall,
I knew eventually
I would fall.
But I didn’t want to,
at least not now.
I may say
I don’t ‘give a f about
what society thinks about me.’

But deep down,
I seek for attention.
I want validation.
I want respect.
I want to be accepted and loved,
And looked upon.

But this is tough.
I don’t know how long,
I can do this.
Sadly, we are taught this is the only
‘Way’.

Because success is never defined by you.
The society defines your success.
You are a pawn.
The game, your moves, the result,
everything
Is set by them.

blink

I’m in a state of dilemma
One preaches,
‘These minuscule bits of time
Which are smaller than a molecule in
The entire expanse of this ever-expanding universe.
Can’t determine your entire future.
Nor can the society.
Your success, your happiness
Is defined by you, not them.’

The other reminds me,
that your success is defined
by the society you live in.
And to them this is the ‘only way’ to success.
And defying them
Is losing your
Status,
love,
fame,
acknowledgement,
And you can’t afford that.

blink

However, hypocritical I might sound,
I’m forced to choose the second.
But every passing second
I live with the guilt of never
Choosing the other road.
Cause the road not taken,
was perhaps the road I was to take.

blink

Focus, time is slipping away.
So, I stop contemplating
and work mechanically.
Finally, it is over.
A sigh of relief.

But unfortunately, this is not the end.
Once you let yourself in to this system.
Then you are lost to it.
You are consumed by it
you are enslaved.

Hush

Take rest for now.
Because you are trapped,
They have fabricated your journey to ‘happiness’,
And you can’t turn back.

*blink

Eyes shut.

Pen drops.

-Blank-

blink.
what starts will eventually end.
rest.

#blink #aster #instapoet #gaw #duskthoughts #journeyoflife

aster Jan 2019

Indefinite.

Deep into that darkness seasoning
And the dusk closing
Suddenly, I heard some questioning
I am shorn of my reasoning
While I pondered, searching and unquestioning.

The investigational idea instancing within
I threw my assumptions upon the floor
It threw its ghost against the walls.
I couldn’t comprehend the fact
That I was a mere human
Made of blood and bones,
And an expiry tag.
The reality sinks in;
It’s deep,
But it is the truth.

I was a fiction and you a consideration,
I was a writer and you a myth.
And the doubts never quizzing
Involving and involving with my facts
And then stepped an indisputable 'conclusion'
Neither me nor you are real,
We are nothing but works of nature
Medium of its utterance
And a passage for its thoughts.
For time immortal, her ideals
Shall be immortalized
While we perish in transience.

I came with an obligation to my mother
And I leave with its fulfillment.
Rest are the stories of the poet.

To me, to you
Let us live in conscience,
And enjoy the indefinite moments of our life.

nothing lasts, but the eternal brilliance of nature.

— The End —