Youth

Through the years

Through the angst

Through the thorn bed of youth

We have reached;

Uncharted territory.

We dreamt of a road

lined with rose bushes

red carpeted for our royal tread

But instead we find

our satin slippers,

getting caught in the thorns

slipping, dragging;

pathetically along.

Is it a road,

Or an uphill climb?

Full of life blood

We surge along

On, on

creeping up on the rising sun

Seconds from the top

a stray thought

buzzes in 

and dies stinging the fast settling complacency

What happens

when you reach the beginning of the end?

Do we wait for the sun to set

or bathe in its abundance till darkness seeps in.

Do we wait

till life bleeds us of our youth?

Spattered and Tattered

Uncertainty oozes out of broken memories

Of unfulfilled desires of the heart

How can i move forth into darkness

When I'm unable to shed light on my past

Fear itself cannot fathom

The depths of my quivering pride

Burnt black in the wrath of undeserving trust

Cowering, i turn tail and hide

And even though my heart still leaps

And yearns to frolic about in plain sight

It will take much more than mere inclination

To knife through Ego's sheer might

The Eternal Chameleon

Among the billowing folds

Of the silken stretch of time

I twist and turn and morph

Into a novel form each time

People see me glorified

In my most vibrant hues

And then again I retire

Into a bashful timid muse

Some of my avatars

Bring tears and sheer pride

While others cause commotion

Hurting sensibilities and lives

But beauty is my middle name

Creativity is my wife

Inspiration is my progeny

With Recognition i survive

Friends, admirers my worthy audience

Let your minds play their part

In this charade of mimicking life

For I am the cosmic story-teller; 

I am Art.