THE GRIND

That waking up before the sun
getting the work done
sweat your only companion
and it too leaves you
out in the crowd you aspire to shine
but in putting the hard yards when alone, why whine?

Without the need of an outside stimulus
find that motivation within
conquer your own demons first
push yourself to the hilt
everyone maybe against you now
persevere and in your favour the world shall soon tilt.

Every minute you put forth counts
don't think it'll go to waste
great things do take time
it never happens in haste.

Doing the same thing everyday
is boring only if you don't want it badly enough
the grind in itself is a love affair
and in it, everything's only fair.

The lures of life and many a pitfalls along the way
the grind truly tests your character
"no one's really watching,
let's skip the session today"
don't be fooled, it ain't blind
there's no cheating THE GRIND. 

PROCRASTINATION

Working out the pros and cons
putting life on hold,
something that's ought to be done
can't be left undone.

The fear of what's going to happen
robs us of the wonderful possibilities,
the negativity it gives birth to
not in tune with the best of our abilities.

By the time realization kicks in
it's often too late,
sunset's an everyday phenomenon
time passes by
it just won't wait.

Say it, do it
whatever you've been holding onto,
unshackle yourself of all the doubt,
put an end to procrastination
for life's meant to flow
this being the essence of creation

TOMORROW

A day still unborn
yet casting shadows of uncertainty,
of endless possibilities dying a premature death
only to be left forlorn.

Looming large in psyche
making one vexed,
promises to be kept
that never see light of the day,
ultimately axed.

What could have, would have, should have
goes up in flames,
the fear of what's about to unfold
is the mind's one of many cruel games.

There's a lot to savour in this brief life
make the most of every moment,
don't be so obsessed with TOMORROW
for it's the source of deep sorrow.

LET THERE BE LIGHT

Eclipsed by the shadows of ego
drunk on self-conceit
the hardwired beliefs
some fallible, others concrete.

Man and his greed
all the vices in between
soul-crushed
spirit-exhausted
willingly unkeen.

Lying in the dungeons of darkness
only to rot in misery
from unawares to awareness
unconscious to consciousness
certainly an inner thing
illuminate the life from within
let there be light
and soar to greater heights.

LETTING GO

Love ever so pure
a feeling so surreal
'twas supposed to withstand the test of time,
after all, I was hers
and she was mine.

What was meant to be forever
turned out to be a fairytale,
couldn't ride the surf of love
although my boat had set sail.

The sweetness while it lasted
still gives me an aftertaste,
her presence was infectious
for me, she was precious.

From present to what's now past
it all happened so fast,
confusion reigned supreme
it all seems an illusionary dream.

Characters changed overnight
trust died a natural death,
out of sight
with each passing breath.

Irony of ironies,
love's there to heal
but here it was the source of pain,
learnt to live with it
without going insane.

Enough burning in the flames of love
time to extinguish it now,
holding onto it
never brought solace,
letting go however,
the only saving grace.

Where’d the love go?

Romantic delusions
fairy-tale illusions
now in seclusion
heartfelt effusions
something's amiss
more than just the kiss

Of broken promises
my soulful verses
but she always loved prose
in her love, I rose

Nothing really went wrong
she affirmed it's a bond that's lifelong
it all transpired overnight
something out of my sight

Once upon a time magic happened
but now the passion seems dampened
it wasn't so long ago
babe where'd the love go?

A MERMAID’s TALE

She's a dreamer through the day
a poet by the night
much to everyone's delight
wins you by her smile

Scarred by her flaws
but not marred by them
she's perfectly imperfect
falling for her has a beautiful after-effect

Deeply hurt from inside
whenever she chides
for she wants to love
and be remembered as dove

She paints her emotions in grey
is an artist as they say
wows you through her works
a creative genius
in darkness she lurks

She's a mermaid
in the turbulent seas
kind yet fierce
love her or hate her
all at your own peril
for she's a mystery waiting to be solved
through heartbreaks she's evolved

The more you think of her
the more she drowns you
something about her tells me
she yearns to swim along
by design she's intricate
waiting for the one with whom she can be intimate.