Futile Remains

You know you want to achieve it,
You want it so bad!

Wanting to know the unknown,
and explore the oblivion.

You’re hungry to get all they have,
but you pretend it doesn’t matter to you.

While all it does to you,
is deeply wound your soul.

Put a crack through your heart,
and lunacy through your head.

Your eyes try to see them in contempt,
although they can clearly see through the grace.

The envy is filled up in your chest,
waiting to erupt in form of curses and criticism.

Your mind doesn’t agree with the reality,
the agony catches even more fire over time.

The unfulfilled wishful thinking,
leads you to the path of self-destruction.

Devastating the path of peace and serenity,
leaving the mind useless in the body of a living dead.

And all that what remains is,
the futile residue of hatred and fear.

Which was once a wholesome ambition,
full of dreams and good spirit!

The Alternate Life

If you choose your own path,
what would really happen?

The confused mind and the hesitant heart,
these two fight a constant battle within self.

You want to grab the opportunity,
but don’t want to face the consequences.

The choices you make for yourself,
matter the most than what others choose for you.

You’d never firmly settle to one goal,
thinking about ‘what if I don’t make it big?’

While the doors await open,
for you to step in and beyond.

Beyond the cage of mind, beyond the social norms,
wanting you to push yourself past your limits.

But amidst the societal pressure and chaos,
you still couldn’t decide what you really wanted.

The people and their views stopped you,
while the time was still running.

You tried, you failed,
you fell and got up again.

Every mistake of yours,
has taught you something new.

Now that you know you can conquer,
whatever you’ve been wanting to.

Would you surpass those inner boundaries,
and accomplish all that you want to?

Or then later think, ‘had I made my choices correctly,
I certainly would’ve lived a better life!

Boulevard Of Apocalypse

As he walked down the aisle,
the corpses filled his eyes
with fear and rage.

He didn’t want to face it,
but had no other choice
than to witness the world collapse.

As the crimson rivers flowed,
through the sewer
into the darkness.

He wondered,
what would’ve happened,
if he was one of the dead too?

He didn’t want to see,
but could not unsee it.
The image in his head lasted forever.

The despicability of humans,
had spared no soul
in those bodies.

They were now just
skeletons covered with
a thin layer of flesh and skin.


What are we really looking for?
The answers are right besides us.

We’re all oblivious to the obvious,
chasing our way towards the horizon.

We feel afraid to communicate,
and don’t really come out of this mind space.

We hope to find purpose,
in the meaninglessness of life.

Our minds are filled with things,
we wish to know, but don’t really need to.

While we want someone to fill the void
in our lives, we forget we’re the void ourselves.

There are infinite possibilities to come out this maze,
yet, choosing one from the infinity is still a struggle.

Our thoughts cannot be controlled,
nor do we know to hide our emotions.

We sway to the beat of the unknown,
and beat ourselves up for not coping up.

Do we really want this lifestyle?
Do we really know what we want?

What is it that drives us to our goals?
Are we all just misfits trying to fit ourselves in?

Or just wandering aimlessly
hoping to find purpose in
the meaninglessness of life?

Why God, Why? (But I Was Wrong)

They were always in my mind.
The questions, the questions I seeked answers to!

The questions about life, creation,
the purpose of human existence.

All this pain for WHAT?!

If there is a god above us,
then why do the innocent suffer?

I have been praying to god all my life and yet, I cry!
I am the victim, I’m being wronged
before everyone,  every time!

Has god forgotten me?

Is he as heartless as the wicked people around me,
who are hysterically laughing at my misery?

“I would be better off without his imaginary
existence in my life” I felt after a while.

But I was wrong!

As I grew up, I learnt God was there with me.
It were his ways of making me stronger in life.

It were the miracles that he granted me
in the form of co-incidences

I also realised that I, a human am very
naive to comprehend his omniscience.

I crossed those hurdles without
baring any scars in my mind.

All I had to do was open the doors of my heart
so I could accept his blessings.

So, no matter how many superior minds
question his existence.

The only ones to truly experience God’s miracles,
are the ones who faithfully believe in him.

He was there, he is, and will always be!


The water rose
and the sand sunk.

Our feet couldn’t stay fixed
in one place.

We were moving
but so was time.

The skies had lost their glow
and we began to find ours.

The herd was light-years ahead of us
while we still felt stuck in one place.

We walked for eons
and the route felt endless.

The shore sang to us
as we struggled to find our way out.

Our bodies were exhausted
but not our spirits, not yet!

The universe seemed closer
as we lay in the sand.

We gazed at the stars
and they flickered back to us.

We felt enormously connected
to something larger than life.

Larger than the collective existence of humans.

Since then I still wonder-
“Are we part of the universe,
or is the universe a part of us?”