Amidst the turmoil

I felt like the world caved in and ended today
As everyone I cared about closed their doors in my face
It feels so strange that when it matter the most
Nothing and no one ever seems to fall in place
Life in all its cruelty dealt me this deadly blow
To get disowned when you need them at last
Seems to be the general order of the world
This pain digs up all the ghosts of the past
As I drown myself in this horrible feeling
There she walks in front of me waving her tiny hands
This little angel who walks on earth all of two years
Reminding me that there is nothing called a best laid plan

Copyright ©2009 Sunil Kurian

Control

How I wish to have a remote control for life
To forward the bad times and rewind the good
To do away with all the little worries and strife
And bring back the wonderful times as it stood

It feels so bad that this clock moves forward
And with it ticks away the moments I cherished
Leaving my vision for the future even more blurred
It's ironic that even my writing never flourished

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The Transformation

The cold evening wind blows on my face
I wince in disapproval and button my jacket
Waiting on the street corner for amber to turn to green
These crossroads seem to be a reflection of my life

The old man huddles around the lighted fire
I toss a coin at him believing that my sins will vanish
I look up at heaven and wonder, is He watching?
If that is true how am I going to be judged?

I board the train and look out the window
The lights pass by like my tumultuous past
I walk the street past sounds of slumber
To my home, secure in the cocoon, my family

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Yesterday

I tread cautiously, on the hillside
Leaving the madding crowd behind me
A silent moment in natures presence
And, the flowers smile like a new bride
The growl of rush hour traffic,
does not ring in my ear anymore.
I am left all to me and myself.
No more of that feeling which was sick.
My city was not like this before.
The grass was so much greener,
the lights were even brighter.
I am afraid none of which can be seen nomore.
The mangled buildings of steel and stone,
stand testimony to a bygone era.
Where life rode on fun and leisure.
None of the modern pains and groans.
What a price to pay for modernisation,
We are just slaves to routine.
Will we ever see the new dawn?
Or perish without anticipation.

Sunil Kurian

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