Torn apart - decisions can be so difficult

Oh how it is to be so torn apart
Just like a string sliced by a dart
Or the wheels strewn aside from a cart
And how it just ends up bleeding my heart

To be parted by so deep a chasm
That to think of it can lead to a spasm
When things can be so real & yet seem a phantasm

When one does not know right from wrong
Just when you thought life was as smooth as a song
And when you hope it to be so long
You end up meeting a prong
Where neither path seems right or wrong
And you tend to sway all along

Oh how I wish someone could show me the light
To lead me out of my impending blight
Wish someone could see my plight
And maybe wean me away from my flight

When there is so much pressure
And there’s hardly any time for leisure
Then you have nothing left to treasure
When you’re constantly unto measure

When one side tries to convince
And they expect you to evince
Without any sign of a wince
That you would be along them ever since

And things tend to look like a mist
When tries to give you a twist
With an angelic face and a clenched fist
And they tend to persist
So that if you resist
You may be shredded like schist

And then you have the other side that insist
However they tend top desist
From grinding you like a grist
That thankfully can be such a frist

But the repercussions are very clear
You are no longer considered a peer
And never again go near
But treated like you are a shear
That can always quake a fear
And you end up as a sear
That can be so queer
And things can get so severe

That you have to rethink your career

Friendship

While life can be viewed in its perpetuity
It may be far different in reality
When sometimes comes along an opportunity
Sometimes it may take a lot of audacity
To leave all friends and their affinity
To pursue new hope & fortuity
While I cannot predict its eventuality
I will never forget the amity
Of my friends and their constant propensity
Not just for mere solidarity
But more for amiability
For only true friendship can last an eternity

What's a thought after all - open your mind

How can some of us be so constricted in our opinions as that of a black hole? To be shrouded in our visions like that of a blind ox fighting with its eyes gouged by a ruthless brutal matador and stubborn prepared to fight unto death. Why are some of us so stubborn that we subdue our thoughts and opinions down upon other’s throats? Aren’t all of us born free, well atleast aren’t we entitled to that one rare precious gift of freedom of thought which is the extraordinary gift of humans who are supposedly at the pinnacle of life on earth. Who can control our thoughts; can others control our thoughts? Maybe a hypnotist or a yogi would be able to help me with this. But who else can control us, aren’t we the masters of our own destiny? Why then are we driven by the uncontrollable need to control others thoughts.

Can freedom of thought be advocated, or is it merely a concept left to die away in our minds and lie buried for eternity in our mental graves. But who are we to blame but ourselves when we succumb to the unjustified attempts of a fanatic society who under the garb of religiousness try to vanquish our thoughts forever and bury them alive. But then I have a question, can we really bury something so subtle as a thought which can be more nimble than light itself and yet can never be seen and still feel so near to us. Can some debauched external individual or force really control our thoughts unless we first succumb as depraved and hopeless slaves to their thoughts? Had it not been for the fanatical and obsolete rules that have caused me ire, probably I would not have been tormented by these thoughts now. But then who is a fanatic, when do they become fanatics? Am I trying to become one? No I don’t think so for all I seek is freedom of thought, freedom of expression is much more evolved & more so utopian, but then I do not seek to impose my thoughts on others, worse still, I do not abide them to follow the vagaries of my thoughts. That, dear friend is the distinction between a fanatic and me. And that is why I fail to heed to their mindless ideas & will continue to break rules as long as I can do so without inviting personal injury to myself. But I will always continue to believe that I was born free & I will continue to think freely and my spirit would always be free unshackled, unburdened and unwalled.