Chains of No Control


The day and night are the same for me

Time has disappeared in the background

Its life which is running at the speed of light

And I am unable to escape from the whirlpool which is drawing me in

There is no way to liberate myself from the chains of no control

Oh! Its life running at the speed of light

And I am still caught in the whirlpool

Going round and round

The swirl is bottomless

It has no end

My hands are bound by my thoughts and perceptions

My illusions and my experiences

The reality and fiction

Oh! Life is running away at the speed of light

And my struggle is not over

The end is far or is it near?

I am encompassed by the fear of not having lived

Stop! Stop the clock

The hands have to stop

The motion has to stop

Freedom is what I seek

Freedom is what I wish for

The satisfaction to live a life

Which is beyond the chains of No Control.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its kind of abstract...
Had felt too many external influences in my life at the time I had penned it

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I sit by the window
I look outside
Searching for answers to my woes of why
The answers never appear
They never show the path
Life is confusing.
A perpetual game
My advice flows down the drain
the help slides by and 

Nothing seems right
I just don't understand
I want to know the things
I just can't comprehend

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a prose
It is mainly confusion

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needs both to tick

I'm saving tickets money,

for someone sweet.

Who shall be my honey?

Nobody can predict.

Whoever, needs both to tick.

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Thick Head

Coming from a restless sleep

Moving to an endless beat

Trying to feel the day

Hoping to find the way

Sunday morning on the way

Clouded thoughts appear and say

Things they did say yesterday

You can go out and play

If you get away today

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A Circle

The soul whispers to itself,

hoping for an answer from it knows not where.

Can truth be hidden so well?

Is it a test, a game,

or is it needless?

Are passions merely for experiencing?

Is existance a fleeting glimpse of light,

or is there a purpose to be found?

The mind can be smothered,

but can passions be extinguished?

Will it end in death,

or reflect itself?

And then....  Indifference.

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Evil or Not?

To make a joke happily,speaking in jest,or explaining the hidden secrets of within? Or is the expression a hidden ambition to gain respect or recognition. Or to explain the terms on which the boundries of your conciousness expand to or stop at? To make a joke or strike a blow, all the defenses of the joke are up. the time is right. Shoot the arrow and hit the mark.The prey may not even feel the wound till the critical time has passed. Or maybe the archer doesn't even comprehend where the arrow came from. Could a realization of lust take place or will the incident stoke the flame to higher heat? Heating the furnace to do an even bigger job or shoot a larger beast of prey? Or poison the tip of the arrow for more potency and less pain for the victim? All because of the defences of the joke.  

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Two lovers with no one to love

We met on the by ways of life

Bustling activities of motion

This way and that

I could see your interest from the start

We danced that game of who goes first

What did she say?

Our paths crossed in different directions

How can we put this together and make it right?

Let's just pull over to the side of the road

Lets just talk this over

Maybe we can think of a reason

To do what feels right.

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Critical ridges buffetting my reach

Like a squall line diverting my path

Rhythmic and non-rhythmic

As though on the crest of an enturbulated sea at dusk

The waves encroaching at all angles

She grasps her cigarette with unconcious poise

The beingness of another time

Encroaching on the present

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Show Me

Strip me of my selfish ways

Tear it down and break me.

Teach me things I've yet to see.

And show me the ways of the world.

Make the walls around me

Fall down and crumble in.

Let me see what has yet to begin.

Bring me faith I've never had,

Hand me something I've never held.

Show me feelings I've never felt.

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