Mostly Poetry and other musings
Fox at the summit
When I look up, I see nothing blue,
Yet I am hooked, to these woods like glue
Come rain, snow or sun,
I will move till I burn
To the steeps ahead, I call
To the beasts ahead, I call
Meet me at the next mile,
Ready for an embrace no matter the vile
For the pointy edge in the skies
Is my goal, before my goodbyes
To the summit, a fox calls
I need only walk , before everything falls
Before everything falls!
The Subtlety of Silence
Shadowed behind sound
Always waiting to burst
Like light and dark, their destinies are bound
Nevertheless, calmness was the first
Our quest for order,
Made it’s brother seem eternal,
Silence though purer,
Strikes as abnormal
The silence of love, maddening
The silence of nature, pleasing
The silence of life, incomprehensible
The silence of separation, painful
Silence in routine, pacifying
Silence in chaos, terrifying
Slowly yet surely, fading out of even thoughts
Silence, a tryst with it is cherished, lots
Closing walls
When there was light, there was not lucidity
When there is none, a search is stupidity
My world on fire in anonymity,
Afraid of being shred into obscurity
One mind, one soul running through the eternal empty,
None enough to push forward, these tiny sparks in rarity
No love no hatred can salvage this brevity,
Stop to turn and glance at me not suitable for levity
The further I go, the stronger the gravity
Pulling down, my life is always just a brick away from depravity