Momentual Fervour

There cannot be a better tomorrow than today
this pain may multiply rapidly and carcasses are likely to erupt

To love is to feel special
to feel special is to be killed eventually
Oh bukowski! i feel thee...

Everything comes with a surreal clarity like the power of words,
that can enchant as well as destroy

Things  deceive, observation deceive
human bodies deceive , but if you delve deeply
the whole nature deceives

Humans are merely meant to comply and go on and on,
so long your mind is sufficed with the daily fodder

The fervour of age and times channel you towards fervoured intensity
only to dissipate in the end
you feel you have made it,only to realize that you've pulled it through
O Wordsworth! i hear ye!and why you were once uttered with the title "lost leader"

Pure love! Pure passion !
too greedy to want it all
Pure love ! Pure passion!
too generous to give them all

Bouts of loneliness and pangs of longingness
slowly venturing the grizzled path
clearing it with each step
making oneself comfortable
only to realize later  that grizzled was what it truly was
and grizzled is what it will always remain...