Season's Greetings

In the dungeons deep within,  I felt a fierce uprising

Living amidst the reserved, it was a bit surprising

Overwhelming emotions and romance of the spring

Vented open the affection I tried so hard disguising.

Ending the run of silence, I finally dared to bare

Years of honest liking- untouched by any air

Outpouring with verve the ice was promptly broken

United in the meltdown, that summer was so rare.

Preoccupied by notions, I passed my days in bliss

Rough autumn defoliated the warmth in every kiss

A quirk of fate so unkind was never seen before

Tired of the fall, I gave the bash a miss.

In the wake of recent events,  I chose to stay at bay

Bequeathing every shire that came along my way

Hidden in every inception is a devious chilling story

And even though it has ended, the winter’s here to stay.

Blast from the Past

The faded look across this winter window

Reflects the enchanting memories from the past

Trapped in the midst of the forlorn droplets 

I can see them disappearing fast.

The innocent pride over a bruised knee

The incredible joy in the windows we broke

Replacing these emotions in a breathtaking pace

Are the horrors of a rat race around the clock.

A halt at "thadi" for all the answers

Clinical disregard for semester grades

Violently cut is that nonchalant attitude

Too sharp are today's blades.

Ensconced among the din of chaos

Resides solitude in an invisible cloak

Haunted are the lanes of memory

And ghosts from the past don't smoke.

The Cause Not Lost

Quest for the unknown is always a little frail

The overlooking destiny sets it further pale

The voyage is on course with no way to bail

The shores are fast calling but today I choose to sail.

The challenge is big but the will is even bigger

To withstand the urges from a fate so very eager

The overcast failures portray a sorry figure

I may be down now – but just to jump with vigor.

With all the odds against me I dare to once explore

The veracity of the despair I heard in every lore

It may just be worthless – like others were before

But the sheer sense of purpose is worth dying for.

The day will come when I will be done

Resisting the slumber which spares no one

But Today I wake up, today I run

Today I fight for the ever-sinking sun.