Pursuit

I want to be,
The one who has walked to the edge of reason,
seen & experienced the nuances of trust & treason.
an unperturbed mountain braving the seasons,
the one to have walked with kings & peasants,

I want to,
Experience absolute power, still be incorruptible,
be an enigma but be explainable,
be impossible to challenge & yet scalable,
be omniscient but remain intangible,
be unique & yet sociable
be a portrayal of brevity but palpable,

I want to,
touch the extremes, still keep sane,
achieve everything & yet be vain
be adroit, still be plain,
be a mortal & yet capable enough to transcend this plane
an advocate of nihilism but perceived moderate,
be the finality of destination & the fun of promenade

I know the road is arduous & the mountain tall
I will not embrace slumber rather, fight & fall
I would like to achieve this for once, for all
Neither be cowed by failures nor think small

I hope,
to have enough time to achieve this feat
find my tempo & my beat
be able to carry on even with bloody body & feet
be able to see through cunning & deceit

I am in pursuit of these lofty goals
the process of forging Diamonds from Coal
Conjure, the very essence of my soul
This longing for actualization to become whole

Here.... I rest my pen for a brief succor.

The Dilemma

Blessed are the blind to not see this apathy

blessed are the deaf to not hear it

but none blessed among us, to not feel it

The self righteous rapacious power

hidden behind benign facades

busy with mindless resplendent plunder

of the downtrodden for decades

Those surviving in penury and in deep fear

is this the burden for Ram, Allah and Christ to bear

Propagating the quixotic view of fraternity and global brotherhood

dismissed by those in power as a utopian falsehood

Standing on a mound of countless dead and prepared for further carnage

of Trust, beauty, coexistence, reason and Tolerance

left with nothing but a false pledge.

Torn by this dilemma should we try and reason or sit in torpor

should  we fight for principle or fill ourselves with rancor

cursed to be in an age that belittles Sympathy

born out of inaction and feigned Empathy

Should we steady ourselves and start from what is little and late,

to rebuild our world with a clean slate.

Or yet again embrace Otiosity and curse the fate.