#equilibrium
Incalculable. Incomprehensible. Intangible.
Yet, without it -
imbalance!
For light cannot exist without dark.
A description of energies unbeknownst,
holding the fates of the worlds in hand.
A lesson, divine.
For true harmony is not the absence of opposition,
but a synchronous push and pull, ultimately enacting the desired.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
I stand where,
the fire and water meet,
I stand where,
the sunset and moonlight greet.
I stand where I’m unsure…
am I drowning or burning?
I stand where,
my body holds a silent frost,
yet I promise myself!!
I will stand where,
it will evaporate loud by my sweat.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
The sandy sea shore receives me without ceremony.
Summer is already loosening its gold into the falling tide,
and the ocean, in its perpetual motions,
keeps no account of my returning.
Sand yields, then forgets my steps.
Vagrant Gulls quarrel in broken counterpoint,
their narrow wings fretting the wind,
while far above them the great albatross
draws one unbroken sentence across the horizon in graceful wonder,
a sovereign of invisible currents.
Their envy is a bright disorder.
I have known that same unrest.
There were years when I turned from this coast,
preferring scenery's where the seasons announced themselves
by calendar, not by the kiss upon skin
Happiness came in lucid flashes
sunlight flung upon open waters
and sorrow followed as current deep undertow,
obedient to the same moral laws of fact.
Each of us carries a depth, a stillness and shadow
as depth carries the flow of the sea.
Soon summer will abdicate.
Another season will declare its cooler dominion:
a different wind, a sterner light,
the gulls fewer, the distances longer, thought deeper.
And perhaps, when the rains arrive
with their austere percussion upon sand and skin,
I will not retreat inland or seek shelter near.
Perhaps I will let the falling drops strike my open hands
and test what may be relinquished.
All seasons diminishe into haze.
The tired thoughts settle eventually.
Between sorrow and the bright residue of the coming sun
I stand in their measured harmony
not yet singing,
but no longer entirely silent
to my whispered lips.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
What would you have to lose
If you chose to run away?
Cause that's what I've been wondering
When my nightmares keep me awake.
Would your thoughts race for hours
With the memories of our secret place,
If you could forsee my disappearance
If you knew that we would change?
Perhaps this feeling is not justified
Because I'm over-analyzing things,
When I'm aiming for an equilibrium
In the friendships that I make.
Cause when I consider endless factors
That I cannot control and have to face,
I realize perfection is not possible
For a human to attain.
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
Wave after wave, a playful gale flurries,
To the outstretched palm of Mother Nature,
Each tamed to a steady caress,
As she tends, lovingly nurtures,
Her arboretums underwater,
Where blooms and seaweed sway, unbothered.
An albatross aloft, above,
Not biting on wind’s game of riddles,
Indifferent to which way comes gust,
Unfazed, steadfast, like sky-held buoy.
Then blows my way, at last,
Someone to toy - I’m not as rigid,
And flutters my lips to swear out dust.
I fall for it so easily. Oh boy.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 7:54 AM UTC
Bittersweetness is burning
Holes into my throat like an instrument
Attempting to give purpose to this
Air that I am breathing in
But noise without melody is chaos
There is no direction, no beat
There is no sheet music to follow along to
And sometimes I just need to breathe
This life is brutal and beautiful
A weaving together of joy and sorrow
Made up of perpetual deaths
Today's finality is the birth of tomorrow
But I want to walk the world with open arms
Let all emotions fully wash over me
And when the waves inevitably block my vision
I'll know it's only moments before I can see again
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 9:29 PM UTC
I've cut open my eyes
And to my surprise,
I found an old carousel projector
With millions of upsidedown pictures inside.
The machine starts to whir,
And my life flashes by,
Every memory frame by frame,
On these convenient little slides
Every laugh, and every smile
Every absence of joy,
Those slides seem to last longer on this carousel of poise.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 7:47 PM UTC
Real freedom
are intrinsically linked
to the freedom
of a bird of prey.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 2:27 PM UTC
We've been given the antennae,
to alert the nearest node in the wave,
with just a calorie of effort.
That's the gift that gives us leverage.
Lifting up to surf the edge,
the valleys fold into the blaze.
A simple word can move the sled,
as time eclipses our transgression
We could travel peaks and valleys
to conclusion for forever,
never once aligning neatly
*** - for - tat)
with our impressions,
but...
We'd soon subside to find
a signal blinking in the night,
to heave it's burden on our tides,
and help to push us through the next one.
Remember that the signals always there.
It's always pulsing in the echoes.
Surfing waves beneath our vision.
Just remember we can lift it.
When you need it sound a siren.
Float the message to the surface.
All the lessons here can serve us
in a quest to make a difference.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 5:22 AM UTC
climbing a mountain and coming back down
picking up pace after a long break
dancing and running out of breath
waiting for eyes to adjust to the darkness
getting blinded by the light
a sore throat after yelling
bruised skin after impact
sweating in heat
shivering in cold
a hot burning fever
swelling flesh
a dizzy spell
and a healing process
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
In medias res:
In between
non-present times
which are unseen.
In consciousness,
the past's dense
the future's vacuous-
intents.
It's matter out the airlock toward
balance moves the clock forward.
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
There are times when you feel like
reaching out..............full length,
to grasp -
the ultimate;
something, which you will not like
to dispense away with
no matter who leaves or alights.
Somewhere, from where you will never waver
again -
an Equilibrium.
But most of the times, the best you can do
is to swish your hand and latch on to;
thin, slippery, lukewarm air, vanishing as a wraith
into a starless, roiled chasm......
and you are viciously abandoned
amidst the pungent whiffs
of the random metropolis.
Every night I lean against the rusted gate
of this modest rented apartment
and give a fish eye to the stillborn night.
I see a lean column of smoke from a smokeshaft
...obscure...far off;
reaching out......for the stars
cruelly dispersed by grimy draft.
I see the flickering, pale beam;
the solitary, asocial gleam
of the municipal lamp;
reaching out meekly....towards me,
getting devoured in a frenzy
by the soft, persistent charge
of the relentless molecules of dark.
✽
And loneliness becomes admissible....
.....again
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Not the stillness
but the never-ending motion
not on the head of a pin
but in base of the broad basin
not a perfect evenness
but the wealth of variance
Not two opposing pebbles
laid on a lever atop a pivot
not a balance
more
like a train car
arriving at the station
where people board and disembark
while their total never changes
Similarly
not good opposing evil
not black and white
or self against the other
more
the summation of the ins and outs
of all that simultaneously occur
when nothing ever happens
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
_Push_
And there's a
Pull
A smile
After you
Cry
Tears
Always evaporating, cheeks
Dry
Gaze
Unreturned
Conversations
Undiscerned
Value
Unlearned
Forgotten
A yell,
No turn
Words churned
In the instability
I am floating in
Unable to earn
The desires that I
Yearn
Locked in my frozen
Urn
Floating in
Uncontrollable colour changing tar
The one thing I expected
To remain constant
Was the lack of equilibrium
And I .... Why is it you're looking...
Looking at me?
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
You are like economics,
Your addictive touch, my unlimited want.
Forget our chemistry, physics & genetics,
But you, I just can't!
Ne'er scarce in relation to my demand,
You know my every mood & curve.
You alone, can my heart command,
As market prices shift & swerve.
I am normative, you positive,
Opposites attract? Tis true!
Our every action, cumulative,
Together, the perfect graph we drew.
Your utility, I cannot question,
You chipped away my unstable equilibrium.
Your every approach, devoid of confusion,
Insurance of our love, requires no premium.
Though our needs are ever recurring,
Our time, brief and limited.
Memories created are never-ending,
Opportunity cost for you? Never hinted.
You are the good, worst, better & best,
Most importantly, you are never a test!!
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
What is this clarity that I hold?
Is it that the value of all else
Has equilibrated?
Silence
Silence in my thoughts
In my mind
In my heart
In my room
In my relationships
In my mess
Silence.
It is possible that this is the
Drawback of water
Before the tsunami slams
A moment of silence
Surrounded
By the wake of a storm
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
Karma never comes or goes
its always consistent
always with in vision
vicious with conviction
one soul mission
to keep balance with malice
with in each citizens chalice
©Try
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
Missed a step of the stepping stool
smacked the sidewalk with my face
felt like a blithering fool
what happened to my grace
First parched earth of drought
now we’re so soaked with rain
the birdseed’s begun to sprout
dare I holler or complain
I think I need a change of scene
boredom cries for the next valley over
to smell the new scent of green
hear honey bees buzzing clover
They say hearing voices like yours
can be soothing and cozy
but too much harmony bores
and I think a little stink can be rosy
Living life in extremes
isn’t for me and isn’t sound
maybe it’s about stretching the seams
but not to be unbound
I don’t know if balance is my fate
Yes, equilibrium has its uses
but I like a tune that syncopates
and enough spice to excite the juices.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
I have learned that without light
All the things that hide inside
Would be gone
Is it wrong
To wanna lurk oh in the dark
To keep this torch without its spark
I grow tired of holding up this great facade
Lets dance around without our masks
And find who we are
Oh when the light turns off and all thats left is the dark
I wanna find equilibrium
I wanna see just who I’ve become
I wish that I could just go halfway
Cant choose between these pathways
It’s made me so numb
I wanna find equilibrium
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC