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!

Closing Balance

I'm closing my poetry book,

I think I've written enough!

Enough of pouring emotions -

Of no value in the real world.

Once I wrote poems relentlessly,

Seeking my personal retribution...

Baring whatever within me I'd felt;

For all the pent up emotional hurt.

But now I'm numb and don't care -

The world has wisened me enough.

The pathos of unconscious shadows;

It is no longer what I can ever trust!

As I close my nonsense poetry book,

I get some vivid memory flashes...

Some lost candid smiles and tears -

I'll carry within as closing balance.

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It's been quite a tumultuous journey with this blog. I think I shared some of my darkest shadows and happiest moments here. Very likely this blog will be lost is the endless universe of the world wide web. Likely that its better that way.

Wishing peace and harmony to all... 🕊🕊

A Sum of Parts

A part of me remained with you
A bit of me that was free to live
And express my innermost self

A bit which broke apart and left
Never to return, but in my dreams
Ever since you had to leave as well

And a part of you remains with me 
A part you never dared acknowledge
A part you left behind to move ahead

A part of you which did resonate
With me when for moments lost
Between us there was no difference

We are but sum of all of our parts
Small bits collected here and there
To break and form as our life passes

Leaving behind

As we move ahead in life

Striving for the very best

Sometimes a steep climb

And going against waves

But in the ruthless pursuit

Ever so often leave behind

Countless discarded relics

Once their purpose served

And we just make it a point

To not ever look back to see

The muddy trail of our path

Try wash off its messy trace

No matter how much one tries

To repress the vivid memories

Past resurfaces in odd corners

Reminding us who we truly are

Stains, splashes and splatters

Are what defines our character

More we embrace what we hide

We earn the harmony of present

Path Less Travelled

There are not many who dare

To take the path less travelled.

Most of us vehemently sit still,

Pursuing comforts till the end!

Those ready to leave burdens

And break the rigid shackles...

Face ridicule thrown at them -

The path less travelled opens.

Where every step brings joy,

And sky above unbound free...

Even if stepped over thorns;

There's smile of acceptance.

The path much less travelled

Is often steep with harsh edge.

But traveller's spirit remains

Ready to face any challenge!

Travellers of path less travelled

Are the ones who inspire always...

Make us question the rigid norms -

Leading us to find our true selves!