This war
Being Fought inside my walls
Tearing me apart
Dividing into different parts
Each part
Claiming being at right front
For the right cause
And amid all that chaos
Am holding on each one's wows
Every side is staking
To present there case being
The only waking
Its delusional
Its confusing
To decipher the right voice
What I am holding onto
What I am tempting on
From this hue
I wanna cry
I wanna be strong
I wanna clarity
I wanna peace
Yet I am stuck
In uncertainty and feeling being plucked
Where i have no control
How to react in such absolve
I am just letting it roll
Awaiting final call
Hope i won't stall
Tag: Writers
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Chaos deep inside
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Nature’s imbalance: Takes a toll to balance
Suddenly ocean held by clouds
Weighted too heavy to hold
And it lighten itself
Shedding with heavy downpour
A simple move by nature
To perfect its balance
Proved much devastating
For life under its effect
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Insight : Hard to learn but paramount
A life
Living with
Such a turbulent mind
Being a Wanderer forever
In it's unstoppable
Unknown quest
In spree of options and choices
Sometimes it listens to every voice
And then a sudden absolution
Like it always yearns for a state of confusion
Making me to wonder
After every wandering
What! all of that was meant for
As I end up at the very starting point
Again and again.
But slowly and steadily
I got a clue of it's game
Moving me around
In it's silly cyclic frame
I need to stop seeking a company in it
I need to identify the true inner voices
So, to ignore it's disturbing chaos
Hoping to acquire that insight
To save myself from participating
In its intriguing fight
Sanjay Ranout
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Destiny
When stars align for you
There can't be any miscue
When destiny decides your course
You have no control on your life's horses
Be it love or plight
Nothing can be warranted from own hindsight
And still we play king
Even when we have no control
To decides which way it's going to swing,,,,
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Craving high or low
In those craving moments
Overtly, yet invisible mind stalking
Imagination become so fluent and appealing
Overwhelms every prick of conscious dealings
And then as we touch the zenith of aspirations
With it's fulfillment in extravagant imagination
Sudden onset of a phase of free fall begins
And imagination starts dimming
With yearnings too fading
Instill a temporary relief from such cravings
Till next time
When It will again take over
Attention of every neuron
Of desirous wandering brain,,,,
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Bottoms up!
A call of bottoms up
And you rest your weekend insanity
But how frequent
How often
You listen to someone's give up
Where you show up
Illusionary manhood
It doesn't matter
How foolish it sounds
You still want to excel
Rest of herd,
Are you real
Or pretentious
A question whirlwind
My whole conscious
Does it matters?
If it does
Then to whom
I don't have that kind of broom
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How to unblank ::
On a plain paper
I could have written numerous
Newer verses and plays
With scintillating highs and lows
Dramatically devised and played
But with a script already written
Amended & Reframed
Thousands of times
On it's pain and gain
Now, With no space left
To correct even the visible errors
And I wonder
With the demand of time
Want me to write a whole new story
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Intent : Unfazed
In the hustle of finishing too soon
Forming a web
Of confusing schemas,
Hijacked the mind
In multiple dilemmas
To decipher it's source code
Fatigued with numerous Alogrithms
Fazed out with hallucinations and delusions
Which one is the way out
And which isn't
Still going on
With some intent,,,
What lies beneath our thoughts! 