I have a relentless windswept notion of life
like a violinist suddenly losing his fiddle
and retrieving it with sheer magic, as if
he could airplay his creation, his music
I asked myself did I have any exposure,
a talent breaking out like a fledgling
And I thought, I am so old. Never mind.
What after a cruel conscription. You know,
sometimes I wonder, if it is safer to be in prison
than fall into the belly of an overstimulated world!
I am not worried that I payed all the capital gains tax
when I did not make material capital of anything!
I insist it is a sadness but not a pronounced grief
We all have melancholia, but we shouldn’t go brittle with it!
Regrets are when you harm others to demolish their righteousness,
not when you sincerely want to save them from evil!
You can say I have learnt my lessons from copping
an evil so overwhelming, that it had no remorse
in the manipulation of everything and everyone against me!
I was resolute that against the exhaustion of compulsion and such treachery,
I would still have me secure my sanity and belief systems
You know death is no escape to the gravity of such treachery
For, the treachery is an infliction and anomaly on origination and eternity!
And one can spread one’s wings in deeds, that no one sees
as deeds. And your flight is not overshadowed by
the lack of insight and vision of others.
I don’t have broken dreams, for I only retained perspective
Even seeming promises of offers, through closure, was no allure in my indomitable fairness
There is a faith beyond imagination, that is enough sustenance
And keeps a soul from breaking despite an overwhelmingly evil stranglehold!
Do we submit from frustration, or do we live our lives
reliving the pain and never dying of failure of conviction
I am not a tall, strong statured person; indeed,
strength comes from will, when you have to wrestle
daunting opponents all the time, without knocking them down!
Seriously, there was too much generosity even in my tussle
I am just acting out of a glory, that nobody acknowledged;
Most of the time, not even me. Even my oft rage was a benefit
to someone, somewhere, who deserved that due!
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