Paths to Glory

Empty mind, evil thoughts . To the mind that has been accustomed to overthink, the love for finding a reason to worry is pocket change. A small change in attitude, driven by unrelated elements, may stretch the imagination to think of the worst. Why the mind tries to play such tricks on the pitiful souls, one will never know. But, arguably, no amount of cajoling is enough to put to rest the insecurities that lie buried in the mind. Being of such emotional nature generally makes the heart weep at the thought of being separated from the recesses of the soul. An over thinking soul would always find his way to a fear. There may be nothing beneath the wraps, but the mind knows the trick to play up on insecurities. The mind finds a way to prey on the inner peace, all it needs is a time to pounce and what better time than when there are no other thoughts dancing around. The dance of insecurity Loneliness breeds insecurity. The desire for companionship, friendship and acceptance drives the...

A silver beam tears through the window, My eyes damp soak the pillow, The calm and still night, The battle continues, I have to fight! Trudging ahead, looking behind, No love left, no eyes kind, With a judging heart they stare, Oh how I wish I couldn't care! Serene and silent the night comes, Draining the strength; I had mustered some, The bugle sounds, a soft screech, Peace within is out of reach. I wield my pen, my woes to write, Drenched eyes stain the paper white, As ink meets paper, hands write, The future does seem a little bright! The battle within can I contain? From the war can I abstain? All my love and trophies lay bare, Oh how I wish I couldn't care! My eyes look at the starry sky, My heart is down, I want to cry, The twinkling little things, from far away smile, Hope rekindled, albeit for a while. The moon in all its splendour shines, Even with its blemishes shines, Finding flaws with all that I am, When will this end, damn! Smiling at t...

Living for years in the solitude of my being, Listening to the jargon of my feud internal, All I want is to break free from the shackles, All I want is to be free, natural! What shackles cannot be broken? What shackles cannot be undone? All that rises in the mist above the earth, Beautiful rainbow, the prism of the sun. The duality of my being, happy painful existence, The rigour of life saps away continually, cruelly, A smile covers the remnants of war raging within, The miscellany of a life lived rashly, dangerously. I hear shrill voices, calling out from the depths of Hades, The bugle within blares, the war cry sounds, With all might, the heart trudges on, The battle is not over, the tussle will go on. How far can I travel, a prisoner of time gone by? The weight of time heavy on my shoulders lies, Winding the clock to the moment of wreckage, Among the strewn ashes of my fate I lie. The Phoenix within reaches out for the sk...