The New Year's Gift:

The reflection that looked so deep
the glass shatters with a blast
Meaning lost with all the blame
And of things that can't last

Questioning self again
What is it that i missed?
The answers came all pouring down
Like it never did

The brooding won't really help
But catharsis' all I've got
Some things are better left unsaid
But are they best forgot?

The lessons aren't meant to be learnt
The jaded fibs and rhymes
The co-actor's part that played out
Like a crime
The play thus ends like everything
Must some day, some time
All the things that could have been
Clears the heart and mind

The heart then aches and oozes
Indirect was the cause
The definite close for a chapter
But will i ever miss what never was?

Level zero

The rush of happiness and roaring rage
Things of all that may be envisaged
Everything is over, the end of the road
A rigid reluctance, if truth be told

Nothing was ever predicted before
Suddenly how's it an uncertain lore?
Like a free fall or a crashing plane
But things will never be the same again

How will it be, do I want to know?
The truth is no, still looking, I suppose
Only a grey cloud from the window I see
God! What's with all the secrecy?

A better path, they say, is yet to come
A humorless laugh I subject for some
Excuses, excuses! what better to say?
Time still goes on while making hay

Stomping forward, the turn I see
Tilting my head discreetly
With shoulders down yet pace ahead
The space which leads me to me

A declaration

Now or never, tonight the wait forever
Is drawing an end, trying to mend
Daylight is drawing too thin
Here we are, biding our time,
In fact the hands are itching
I can barely stop from committing a crime,
Wish I didn't have the mind, but
In my heart I know what's right
Little pieces of me, sums up
Little pieces of wisdom
All the temptations can't reason it out
Love will win but apathy works it out
Ways to win? What you take this for a game?
Ain't gonna fall for something so lame
Yesterday ends as it must one day
Sun must rise on the morrow if strayed
Listening to the inner voice , strapped in chains,
Over the heels I ain't, anymore in vain
Vacuity looks like its here to stay
Enter night, I will wait for the day
Under the looming darkness, hay can't be made.