THE CHOICE

Ever since i could remember

being told that death sends us

to either god or satan, heaven or hell,

but the more i observe, and ponder,

it dawns upon me that this world

is both heaven and hell

we live the life we think

is reserved for us after our end,

within each of us lives a demon

and an angel, it’s the mouth we feed

that ironically engulfs us into its being

some men bequeath upon us hell,

demons worshipping a mythical god

pathetically attempting to justify their sins

others tend to the goodness inside them

they bring paradise to a planet that

somewhere lost its soul, and its purpose

if these angels and demons live freely within us

then of course, heaven and hell can’t function

as our afterlife destinations

they are a choice, that defines us

moulds us into who we are

our contribution to this world 

in either polluting it with hatred,

or enriching it with the seed of 

love, and hopefully a better world.

THE UNFORGIVING ROAD TO GLORY

Each day, everyday, I suffer endlessly

to quench the unforgiving thirst,

of the merciless purpose, the goal of my life.

It burns the insides of my heart

with a furious passion, a lustful desire

that destroys me, and builds me

it renders me powerless

yet somehow has become all i want 

is that goal worth achieving?

i know not, but i shall stop not

until i conquer it because it is all i have known

and everything else just falls apart in front of it.

in a sea of meaningless things, 

the only sound of reason emanates

from that purpose, and it shows before it

a path engulfed with daunting flames, 

a road burning with glory.

It deprives me of an easy life

but it also reminds me that the easy life

is not worth living if it doesn’t end emphatically

at the top of the world, where i belong

and hell, i will destroy myself everyday if that means

my fallen body lies at the threshold

of the final destination, maybe breathless,

maybe lifeless, but, proud and glorious.

THE MIRAGE?

She must have come from a land distant

a mirage maybe, too good to be real

the most beautiful thing I had laid my eyes on

but she was not a fragment of my imagination

as the holes in her soul proved her human

To me, she was perfect in all her imperfect ways

her skin gleamed tantalizingly like nothing I had seen 

somehow, her flaws made her ridiculously flawless

and when I breathed her in, even the demons within me

longed to replace chaos with eternal tranquility

when she spoke with that enchanting voice of hers

it felt like the most melodic song my ears were treated to

when she wrapped her arms around me, the mere touch of

her caressing hands made me draw a blank

to all hateful presence in my heart

oh, how I yearned to lose myself within the depths of her eyes

and find myself again, staring in awe

at that embodiment of imperfect perfection

I didn’t want to fall in love with her

for falling represented an ill timed accident

this lady was no accident, for she was destiny

And I chose to guide myself into love, within all my senses,

To hold her hand, and spend the rest of my days

buried in her heart, embedded in her mind, etched in her soul

THE MISTRESS OF DEATH

We all live with a mystical sword dangling above our heads

It exists within the depths of the darkness of our shadow

It haunts our dreams, triggers terror in our heart

and falls, kills, slays when we expect not 

sending us into a deep slumber for all eternity

Such is the cruelty of the most mysterious mistress

She is lady death, whose allure is as baffling as it is terrifying

However, her existence serves a far greater purpose

Than laying people in their graves

She represents the uncertainty of the end

I know now, that she can take anyone, anytime

Our clock moves backwards, rather than forward

Limited time to achieve undying greatness

the greatest mystery lies in not knowing when

the greatest challenge lies in figuring out how

the greatest labour in going out and actually doing it

Like all sane men that roam, I fear death

But it is not the idea of the end that unnerves me

It is my qualm of meeting it with

Unfinished business staining my agenda

So I ask myself, if I were to die tomorrow, 

will my mind be burdened with regret

will my heart be tarnished by hatred

will my soul be intoxicated with shame

If your clock were to run out tomorrow

Will your life truly have been complete?

DARE TO DIFFER

I see there a large gathering

People with varying goals, and different souls

Yet they all stand together side by side

Not in an unshakable feeling of unity

But out of the fear of embracing their own selves

And now they must stand hand in hand

because it is the only way they know how

But I walk past them on my own road 

Showing no regard to their established paradigm

I was an outlaw to their law of the land

For when they lost hope, I dared to believe

For when they fell, I dared to rise

For when they fed me ideas, I dared to form mine

For when their ears could not grasp the music, I dared to dance

People restricted to thinking what they should, not what they want

And there existed not an agent of change

As they were transformed into puppets of the paradigm

I felt I now had a greater purpose to serve, for

It is when someone dares to differ,

That they dare to believe, and it is only then

That they dare to change, finally causing

Humanity to propel ahead with meaningful progress, with

Gaping mouths and applauding hands, and now they realize

That they need us, yet they fear us, for they cannot be us

And us is the might to dare.