I see a sprinter,
Restless feet and restless eyes, 
A fire within, 
Unbent and unwavering,
Awaiting that race.

The only race that is ever run, 
Towards that elusive goal,
Towards that moment in time, 
A moment of brilliant radiance, 
An orb pulsating in glory. 

The sprinter looks around, 
Gauging his peers,
None are found,
For it isn’t their race,
Only his own.

A shot is heard,
And the race begins, 
The sprinter morphs into a bullet,
Charging towards the pulsating orb, 
His one chance at that elusive life.

And each passing moment, 
Of joy, of despair,
 Is just glimpsed briefly, 
Through the thick veil of pursuit, 
Of frenetic pace.

Adrenaline rushes through, 
Elation and euphoria follow, 
In a daze of his own pace, 
The orb shimmers like an oasis, 
Or was it a mirage instead? 

Other orbs line his path, 
Just as different, just as divine, 
But those are not the ones he seeks, 
The true orb beckons, 
Surely it is destiny? 

A cold is sneaking up on him, 
And his feet blistered, 
But he wouldn’t dream of stopping, 
Not now, surely,
Those years of the race cannot be undone. 

He fumbles and crashes, 
His eyes weary and unfocused, 
The orb dances in his eyes, 
The dream alive, 
Of a life worth living. 

But life has started to dwindle, 
He can feel the light leave, 
In a last scramble, 
He prays to the ground, 
For someone to take his place.

The ground yields, 
And a figure emerges, 
Through the cloud of smoke and dust, 
The baton is passed,
The sprinter finally at peace. 

The veil of pursuit lifts,
And recognition startles the sprinter’s eyes,
For in his final moments,
He can now see the other, his proxy, 
The one with restless feet and restless eyes, 
A fire within, 
Unbent and unwavering,
Awaiting that absurd race,


A Battle for Truth

My Post-7

A gleaming sword made from truth,
Lies hidden in ravaged lands.
A single blow to the fiercest foe,
Crumbles the vanquished into shifting sands.

Warriors arrive from realms afar,
A mad scour for this mythical blade.
Their eyes doused with the frenzy within,
The light of reason has started to fade.

Wary of the crazed,
I tread these bloodied lands.
My shield luminous with courage,
My destiny steady in my hands.

The Gods of power frown upon my march,
For theirs isn’t the counsel I seek.
My hunt for the sword continuous,
But my motives aren’t so bleak.
Only a drink of truth is what I look for,
And the wisdom it may speak.




Distant is the taste of the breeze,

The rustle of tranquil trees.

Bring me back some laughter please,

And wind the clocks to times of ease.

Arrested in our homes, and lost are the keys,

A plagued world, brought to its knees.

Smeared by uncertainty are days like these,

Panic in the streets with a single sneeze.

I wish to be someone who sees,

The thaw beyond this moment of freeze,

Until then, today is the only thing to seize,

A life worth living, fiery without a cease.



Music diffused through the overflowing hall,

And bursts of flashes greeted us all,

A heady smoke wafted through the air,

As the crowd settled in for an evening of flair.

Several queens adorned the ramp with a blaze,

Murdering onlookers with a piercing gaze,

Each hoping their demeanor was off the charts,

An elegance worthy of the ‘Queen of Hearts’

She was above it all, you could tell,

A winner already, she was a different belle,

While others scrambled to get a spot under the moon,

She stood smiling, grooving to her own tune.


Tranquil pools

My Post-5

I gazed at reflections in the pool of light,

Seeking a truth about life,

But the images that came into view,

Were neither lies nor true.

I must have concocted a heady brew,

And left all my thoughts but a few,

For the image in the water was new,

Hazy at first but then my recognition grew,

It was as delicate as the morning dew,

A sketch that Nature herself drew,

With piercing eyes of a deep blue,

All I saw in there.. was you