Ghost in a shell

I feel that I'm nothing
But a ghost in a shell
And that's how it has
Always been anyways

But so far I never felt
Lost in the trappings
That made up my shell
It's loosened now a bit

Success makes the shell
Stronger and resilient
While it's an utter failure
Which brings the cracks

My dreams and visions
That made up my identity
Reality has now shattered
Now remain compromises

I survived even if the mess
But that reinforces the loss
Of all the things cherished
The broken shell has cracks

This shell which I thought
Was me was an illusion
And through the cracks
I can get glimpses beyond

Of time eternal ever-present
Nullness that ever permeates
Little that remains of myself
Seeking the final dissolution

Fork Ahead

Life going smoothly along

Such narrow straight path

That is was just inevitable

To have splitting fork ahead

Something was to challenge

My direction and speed so far

If I really made any progress

Or was I going round in circles

Not that I found any answer

But fact is the fork is ahead

And I have to navigate a turn

I don’t really have any choice

On the two sides of the path

Lies frightening wilderness

Something I avoided in past

This turn will make me face

Losing Grip

It’s been long since 

I’ve been losing grip

On things I felt I had

My control and choice

Now it seems the grip

I had was an illusion

Was nothing but device

That kept me going on

Now without I feel like

I’m falling into an abyss

Or rather I’m floating

While world rushes past

Nothing makes sense

Enough to hold on now

But may be that’s how

It was always all along

I thought I'd take a break from writing. But that is when the itch has come back... So back again from a small hiatus!