Trial By Fire

Like a stunted shrub, I see trees growing over and above me

A sight that makes me embittered

The stunted growth doctored

By the weeds that lie around me littered

I am feeling sunk, but my hopes are unfettered

One day truth shall see reason

While I pledge to remain unmoved by acts of treason

As forces around me conspire to bring me down

Rise I will like the glorious Phoenix from the ash mound

Turn I will, these Acts of vendetta and sabotagery

By the sinners

Unto themselves as one day my sparrow

Will sing its swan song perched atop the tree of retribution

As splendor and joy shall rise from the depths of sorrow

My patience and moral fiber, I shall protect in high esteem

And I shall hold my self-respect sacrosanct

The swines and low-lives

Who committed the sacrilege of invasion

Despoliating my rich contours of amour propre

Shall be made to pay for reparations

While I hold my head high, with hope in my heart

And walk on through the rain, through the sun

Through the storm, through the wind

Through the fire, through the dark

Till I come out on the other end
One fine day, in God's good time

Victorious and on top of the World

Defeating brute forces of deceit and underhand subterfuge

But till then,

I will walk alone

I will walk barefooted through hell's excruciating tunnels

But I will walk with my chest held high
With hope resurrected in my heart

I will walk proud

With the mighty spirit of combat ignited

And flamed passions, to essay

The comeback I dream of
With valour and fortitude
And an unmalleable backbone, to script
historic acts of comeback and derring-do

Till then,

I will walk alone

I will walk alone

Oh Beer!

Friday night, a dreary body

Emaciated muscles, ravaged brain and a disquieted heart

Limbs too fatigued to animadvert

Tongues slaking for the beaker of the blushful hippocrene

A third of a year rolled by

Sweet sixteen weeks of continence

A penance to be paid for this day

To hold the lovely bottle of prized beer

Catharsis oh Catharsis

To distress the sinews, loosen up the tissues

Purge every single queasy thought

For the nonce, to a better tomorrow, I procrastinate my issues

The chill of the bottle,

Unbottles my emotions

I seek the holy buzz

Discarding thoughts of manky proportions

For now I will just wallow

As tunes of Enya bombinate the home

Hazy lights crave to be switched off

Milky rays of the moon

Pierce thru the pellucid glass

Lighting up the porch

As thoughts of a terrifying future

Slowly dim like the lights

Fizzle out of bottle, a guzzle of beers
The clinking of glass, to myself I say cheers

For now I don’t care

I will swill to my heart’s content

Good night O’ sweet heart

Burn & Freeze

My body faces a vexing conundrum,

A good half year from Spring to Fall

Sometimes it’s a cry, sometimes a hum

Now let loose on paper, hearken all!

As it dons the garb of a living thermostat

A hypothalamic quandary will unfold

Testing times for the thermoregulatory diplomat

A constant appeasing juggle between armies of heat and cold

The sun gets ready to blaze down, May mornings burn

I climb out of the sheets, with a trembling unease

Fresh from my sleep, as the AC now gets it turn

The room for the final few minutes, remains still in the numbing freeze

I desperately dash out of my room, to the balcony

To catch soothing glimpses of the fire ball

No more than sixty seconds, lasts the harmony

As the growing heat wave sends me packing down the hall

Taking a brisk stroll down the road, the perambulist

In me, draped in boxer shorts and a cottoned vest

With a conspicuous display of a sartorial minimalist

Is ready to brave it all, a fact to which I attest

Soon pearly beads adorn the eyebrow, a rather quick repartee

To the stroll planned for an hour and quarter

Now abruptly cut short to a pathetic Forty

Sweatily drenched I rush home, in desperate quest of water

Mercilesssly switching on the pitiable Air Conditioner

I shatter its blissful slumber

Sieving out its remonstrations to savour

The cool hymnal air, now the poor machine's plaintive number

Throughout the day the vicious cycle ensues

Amidst the cri-de-couer and remonstrations

Unobligated to either side, remain the tissues

Constantly adapting to thermal fluctuations

Office cubicles shapeshift into vitreous igloos,

While the sun blazes outside, with no expected respite till night

I lay Eskimoed, the dozen degree variance gives me the blues

I don’t care whether it is in Celsius or Fahrenheit

But for heaven sake turn off the bloody AC,

Shedding off my sweatshirt, for a care so cutaneous

I hasten out unbuttoned with sleeves rolled up – Disgruntledly and pacy

Vicissitudes of temperature are a shade too miscellaneous

Going down for a meditative cup of Irani chai

I witness mass solar incinerations

Rolling my eyes heavenwards, I submit a plea, ceasing to be the samurai

Beseeching acknowledgement of my heliolatrical mercy petitions

The only silver lining as I continue to sip the tea

Is absorption of a few capsules of Vitamin D

While life continues to revolve in a perpetual Limbo

As heat and cold, pairing up as a deadly combo

Prepares the body for the unrelenting climatic opprobrium

Necessitating an unabated pursuit of thermal equilibrium

Thinking of You

My lines are suddenly so ripe,

Flowing like water from a pipe

Etching on paper as I type

Only you should tell if it is worth the hype

Thinking of you, tears I wipe

A small consolation, if I could see you atleast on Skype!