Daily recollections

Walking alone towards home

I ponder over my destiny.

Each day as I return from work

It seems as though the setting sun

Wants my daily progress report

And sinks in disappointment

Seeing meagre achievements.

Walking under the amber lights

I look at fellow humans

In a rush to reach home themselves

Or perhaps to reach their workplace, I know not.

For some, the road is their workplace;

Their sullen faces betraying disappointment,

Frustration and monotony.

Some others however, as they amble past,

Seem to be from another realm,

Families of four, crowds of three, groups of two.

They appear rich, in wealth and in love;

Their sight compounds my frustrations

And convinced that I am a lone warrior

I trod along with heavier footsteps,

Feeling emptier than before.

As I open the door to my home

My mother receives with a smile

Glad that I came back

For every day is a struggle.

In the warmth of my home

I realize a great fool I was

To have deemed myself miserable.

I am but as wealthy as any other,

My bastion of love filled 

And with definitely more occupants to come.

But bastions don't move with the warrior, do they?

I go off to sleep

With my blade of hope resharpened.

The next day cynicism shall blunt it again

And the setting sun shall still remain unimpressed. 

Call

It called me, 
those energy waves, flowing,
one over another,
pushing me from behind,
wetting my soul, 
or pouring its pain, it called me. 
I felt its murmur,
its ability to take sand beneath my legs;attracts me
I wish to be sand, 
to be controlled by you,
to let myself free,
and feel your power, 
to be a part of you.
I don't know whether its your call or is it mine, 
I just know that some part of me
feels that I am a part of you, 
or your thrown child.
That once again has found you,
and wants to go back to your womb, 
feel your control,
your movements, your energy,
and move sometimes, to show my presence. 
I want to hide in that darkness, 
but still reflect light,
of sun and of moon, 
like you do,
not without distorting it,
with tides and waves,
but shine, shimmer, and take pride.
Is that your call, 
or is it mine, 
do you want to take control,  
or I want to lose it,and flow, 
throughout the world,
touch every shore, and every bank,  
and people around with my style, attract them, 
and make them smile,
when they see me reflecting the red sun, 
or moon and stars, 
or when they just want to be consumed by you, 
like I do, I want flow like a smile,
I want to flow like you do, 
I want to be a part of you.  

Ocean's call  
The Puzzle Maker

Nostalgia

Not so long ago,

Little things meant a lot.

Walking across the room,

Climbing a step of a flight of stairs,

Were big achievements.

As a few years passed by

I walked way more than a few steps,

But never alone.

With time I started to go solo

But never beyond the great bridge that separated the twin cities;

Crossing it for a family trip was always a thrill.

Coming to the present,

A journey across that great bridge is a routine affair, almost mundane.

I look at myself

And see that I have grown;

Far different from that little boy

Who walked a few steps to his mother's delight.

I now have strength to stand alone,

To traverse the greatest journey

With the goodwill, not the aid of anyone.

But every now and then,

I yearn for  those big thrills at doing small things

Until I realize with a sigh,

That age nor experience shall allow it anymore.