Situational Moments

Unchanging over the years

Moments of calm are rare

Moments of confusion are more

It never ceases even during the sleep…

How ridiculous a life to be let down

By trivial thoughts and mundane feels

You hold on to tomorrow but let go of the real

Reality knocks every day, you never let her in…

She spreads her wings and lodges in;

Still you try to run from her.

She doesn't force herself on you

She allows you your space

Your little life stuck in a haze

That’s when the mind spaces change

They undergo a catharsis of shame

Bewildered you seek refuge in sleep

But sleep’s an ally and only makes you meek

Seeking and meeking you reach the cornerstone of life

A river calms you down much more than you could in years

That’s when you understand how trivial you are and…

How grand everything else is.

From that grandness erupts a silent volcano of knowledge

Only subtle enough for the subtlest,

Lest you grab it with both hands

It makes no sound while gushing – your senses have again failed you at the most crucial time.

But you never lose hope

Speaking of which, they say hope is what sticks the world together

But it must be ironic as hope isn't that hopeful herself

So, how is it that others have put their faith on her so wholeheartedly?

That is a lesson no one teaches

Specially not your parents and your teachers

They themselves have not found any answers to it,

And yet feet that they know something about it.

Humans are a species so full of potential

But they are more full with self-doubt

That’s probably nature’s way of ensuring that they don’t start believing that the are really the true masters of the cosmos

Bu then as humans believe anything that is absurd

They also believe anything that is a fleeting memory.