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@sidharthraves-blog
Does distance make the heart grow fonder?
Does time really heal the hurt from the past?
Do space & time matter any longer
If love is never made to everlast?
What keeps us up awake at night?
What makes us want to get out of bed?
Do we answer the questions that plague our mind?
Would we have it any other way instead?
Why take a chance? Why second guess?
Why leave things hanging in the air?
As we try to find our way out of this mess
Why forget to show each other that we care?
Amidst the chaos and noise of it all
You try to drown out the sounds
The voice of reason towers strong
And you'll hear the ruckus die down
The voice of reason holds it's ground
The search for truth reveals us why
No fear, no hate will hold us down
The act of kindness amplified
Have no masters, be no slave
To wag our tails or entertain
The hounds round up to form a pack
As vultures wait for fallen prey
Sing songs of those that fought the odds
Of those that picked the fights
Those standing up against what's wrong
And let conscience be their guide
No act too small, the effort goes
In helping those that need it most
With able bodies and sharpest minds
No person shall be left behind
There will be answers to our prayers
A day our efforts end this crise
As nights will pass, the threat abates
The lights shall come at morningrise
Growing restlessness sweeps up like an undercurrent, but don't get washed away
It will pass over with time, yet refuse to die, so pace yourself out for another day
To bring it to a swift end would be eventual, and that brings its own sense of dread
Cause the only thing worse than not being occupied, is the drag of time that feels dead.
Another train that leaves the station
Another life that's left behind
As we make the passage into the new
The rear view windows don't recognise
The shadows of our days long past
These fragments of you, lost to time
Watched the sunsets and many moons
As we crashed into our own blindsides
A test dummy in reconstruction
To feel the rush, the fall and the pain
Though you feel remade all over again
It's only the hurt that feels exactly the same
Is it easier to just hitch a new ride
Than rebuild the one that fell apart
Would you offer a seat to a complete stranger
Can you show that you've got the heart?
It's the drive to the prom, it's the movie date
Moments to live by, and to procrastinate
Watch out for yourself, don't stray from the line
Or catch you not wearing a belt another time
So grab your coat and take a bite
Wait for a passenger to come along
Keep your eyes peeled and hold the wheel tight
And just drive off, destination unknown.
Some celebrate because they find the opportunity to
While some look for meaning, justification in their minds
What exactly are we celebrating? What warrants a declaration of life as we know it?
Wishing a Happy Diwali & happier times ahead for those
- who have lost someone dear to them this year
- who have failed at loving themselves and others, and being loved
- who have strained relationships with family, friends and have been estranged
- who have lost opportunities for self-fulfilment in this year
- whose careers hang in the balance post-pandemic, with no job security
- who have had to bear unplanned financial and emotional burdens that they weren't ready for
- who have not had the best of health on their side lately
- who have lost their spirit of joy, ambition & wonder, struggling with their self-confidence
May the path of darkness end soon, and light enter your lives.
The risk and the reward, the thrill and the fall
What makes the effort feel worth it?
What is the purpose of it all?
When your world comes to a grinding halt
And ambition's left to a slow dead crawl
Unsure how passion turned to hot pursuit
Unsure when life turned things to a chase
Letting go of what I can't control anymore
Letting things happen at their own pace
Picking up where you left from
Rising up to the task at hand
Summoning every inch of strength
To leap beyond the precipice on which you stand
Life's more than just living the fast lane
Passion finds ways to be born anew
Those that seek shall always find themselves
For they're never truly lost
Family Vacations
We often forget
That we’re young, and one day that will change
While we schedule our calendars, sync our plans and tickets
And come up with elaborate ways to spend time with those we deem closest
We often forget
That grand acts & feats, lavish postcard pictures are great keepsakes
But we're family first, tourists second
We often forget that although our ambition & time is all-consuming in priority
There’s also other things that are important
A casual stroll will seem like reaching the summit of the world’s highest peaks
But the shame and anxiety for our sudden loss in ability
Will sting much harder than the cancelled vacation plans to the odd destination
The fear of tragedy striking at the most unopportune time
Will pale in comparison to the fear of missing that last flight option
The right opportunity is at home, and the time is now
You’re not gonna stay young forever, and they’re not gonna be around forever
Make it count.
Rip off the bandage that covers a festering wound
Seemed too late to act, but what if it was too soon?
A picture perfect life, the white picket fence
Crossroads at the bend, these fences won't mend
Where would life lead to if you burned bridges?
What good did it do to split the seams at their very stitches?
Why burden our breast with this weight we're amassing?
Show grace to say our helloes & goodbyes in passing
Played out every chance, down to the very last dance
The trials & tribulations of ill fated romance
These wounds close up, time acts as a salve
A schism in its wake, leaves one of two halves
A ghost of my past. An old soul, seeking warmth & affection, a space of comfort & protection.
I think I found many definitions over time for what love feels like. There is companionship, the joys of kinship & peerdom, attraction rooted in the spontaneity & the physicality of the here & now, love that manifests as a form of guardianship, watching out & looking for someone's well being.
I will not hold myself back from feeling this in all it's forms & expression. It is my life, and I will add meaning to it through my experiences.
Love forever. Live forever.
Staying True.
Sometimes I feel like over the last five years, I've forgotten who I was. Slowly eroding away with each year chiseling & shaping me into being more efficient, more productive.
Why let these useless emotions get in the way?
There's no room for shit like that!
And now life comes full circle. Going back to the things that once defined who I was.
It was me constantly denying that part of my self, that manifested itself in ways I would not be okay with. Parts that would involve numbing myself with alcohol & reckless self destructive behaviour.
Does life usually come around & give people a chance to make amends? I want someone to tell me this just isn't some lockdown cabin fever thought I'm having.
Maybe I have earned myself that time now, to finally reconnect with the core of my self.
And hopefully this time, I won't betray him.
Pain is only an unpleasant reminder
A side effect of human growth
Hope works like a placebo
It births our faith, to deal & cope
Maybe words are indeed meaningless
And silences speak more than they're given due
But we're crying out loud, screaming when one observes
That people and memories have turned invisible
For me, and for you.
You were the one
I wanted most to stay
But time could not be kept at bay.
The more it goes, I feel something's amiss
The more it takes away.
Sometimes I can't believe the stuff I wrote when I was 17-18.
These are notes from a journal entry I wrote 10 years ago.
I wish we could bare our innermost feelings & simply stop keeping to ourselves. Sometimes I find it pointless to hide our true motives & beliefs out of fear & choose to maim ourselves instead of simply accepting what we are & living that way openly.
But the fears that allay us are no less worrisome. We fear the real, unfiltered raw version of our selves will inevitably hurt people. The truth will smother relationships we derive joy out of, regardless of whether it's foundation was a lie. Ultimately, we know that broken hearts hurt & don't mend instantly. We resort to escapist behaviour.
Morally speaking, should there be room to express behaviour we usually oppress? Mask our true feelings, ideas & emotions? Sometimes, it feels like the right thing to do. Sometimes we do these things & pretend it's alright.
Repetition works like a charm. The mind is easily indoctrinated & fooled if you choose to do so.
Be Kind Rewind
A year has passed
There's things to fix & mend
A leaky faucet, busted hinges that bend
A cupboard rack grew mold, out of sight
There's gravel in window frames that just won't slide
Blackened marks on table edges
Stained sinks & broken wedges
I never promised you a rose garden
For who will tend to them, and how long will they stay?
The garden will come & wither away
You'll find the right place, at the right time
It's better for now to leave this life behind
A change of pace, from life in the fast lane
Fair weathered friends, spinning weather vanes
A warning sign of things to come
How the tides would turn
Why don't we nurture the things we ought to teach & learn?
Leave everything to nature & we've got a full blown trial
Of Darwinism. And that stuff's hard to survive!
Cause we're not the fittest
Some don't even fit the game
Never signed up for these things
But somehow they've got us on the list
Signed with our first & last names
We yearn for simpler times
Now's our only chance
To know what our true selves look like in
Extraordinary circumstance
A year has passed by
So many things to fix & mend
A leaky faucet, a broken hinge
A moldy cupboard rack
Blackened edges in sinks & wedges
And gravel in frames that never let windows slide at ease
Who will tend to my rose garden, I ask?
I've grown a bunch with every promise made
Promises that I can't keep, made in vain
In the hope of finding that better life
Saving them for a rainy day
A year has passed
And a lifetime in a breath
I thought it was better to leave this life behind
Shift to older, more idyllic times
A change of pace, from life in the fast lane
Fair weathered friends, spinning weather vanes
A warning sign of times to come
And how the tides would turn
Why don't we nurture the things we ought to teach & learn
Leave everything to nature, and we got a full blown trial
Of Darwinism, and that shit's hard to survive
Cause we're not the fittest
Some don't even fit the game
Never signed up for some things
Quick to respond when called by my first name
Trained to serve & respond, loyal to a fault
The life we made for us & the simpler times we forgot
Roses in a Minefield
Selfless acts of love stem from thoughts of self-repentance
Like a memorial tree that grew out of a burial pod
We nurture what could be, over the grave of what could not
When we root for the joy of others, and hope to see flowers
Growing out of empty bomb shells
Our hearts exploded
We wonder why we took up arms
And not take each other's instead
Automata
We're turning into those things from movies
Blobs of flesh, feeding, farting, defecating in their seats
Living in a bubble world filled with screens & streams
Never lift a finger
Never shut an eye
Never on an empty stomach
Hooked up to our supply
Exercise our freedom to choose
The distractions of our choice
Algorithmically assigned attention
And selectively assigned a voice
The further we go astray,
The more that we find
Our sense of aelf betrayed
By our own fickle mind.
Cost Analysis / Friends With Benefits
These parcels are my only friends
Who visit me on the regular
Handshakes & embraces are a thing of yesterday
I greet them, pulling tape, wrap & cardboard
I look for notes & any hints of affection
Just to be sure I know what they mean to me
They occupy & fill my life up
On bedside tables & cupboard spaces
I keep making new friends this way
New ones with new purchases
The doorbell rings away
They say friendship is a gift
The kind that keeps on giving
And love is the kind of thing that feels
Selfless & undeceiving
I've come to the conclusion
That I'm inseparable with my credit card
You might keep things transactional
But this love, none can tear apart