Despair
You stand still;
Forever in movement,
In a gridlock of systems,
Of systems
Of systems,
Ad infinitum,
Bound, wound and contrived to be,
A clockwork, a sextant,
Left to time and guide,
On a path as rigid as religious dreams,
In a network of minds that fail to perceive.
A scuffle of people,
Tightly stacked in seats with belts,
Holding on to prayers with foibles and vice,
Wishing for no theater, stuck in anticipation,
Waiting for an anticlimax,
A moment of nothing
A safe landing,
Into a world with dreams
Of chaos and headlines,
Blaring 24*7, in ears shut under microphones
Brains fried till they know no hope
Stuck in gungho sordid cacophonies
About crumbling carbons and iridescent lights
A tomorrow as lost as today,
With cities that send out roads
To nowhere,
To nowhere,
To nowhere,
You are lost and affright,
Stuck on a vigil while starring into headlights,
To be runover, and left as roadkill,
Plastered on tarmacs
Laid and relaid
Till no one knows what lay.
Hope
If you were to believe the earth is a home,
Like a berth on a train,
On a journey to infinity,
The sky a window,
To deep azure and distant stars
A mirage and a light
Perceived only through yearning and sight,
You are here, alive.
Hold your breath and count,
Let your mind be unbound.
Breathe.
There's hope is the farthest stars you can see,
And in the skyline that forever recedes to allow you to be.
There's hope in the little steps you take,
The tickle from a breeze at the end of a hot day.
There's hope if you believe,
In yourself, and life as it is, and as it can be.
There's hope if you believe,
And with that belief
You stride to infinity,
Or a morrow at least.
The Light shines the brightest.
