Trampelled thought

February sun

smiles surreptitiously

each morn.

As if incumbent to defeat the

misty hangover of the receding winters...

Similar to the nascent fervor

of a lurking scheme to sabotage

the existing quiet of a system..

Mired in self confessed confidence

the sun stretches its limbs

gradually, slowly.

Just as the frosty kohl of the morn

melts with the progressing day-

Erasing the sharply defined,

carefully marked boundaries

of the dreams that rest

limply on the eyes each morn...

The sun conspires

to erase, to outshine, to perhaps flood

the night lost with itself.

Does it matter at all

to see its rapacious

beams scorch the

dewy fresh minty grass?

Perhaps no-

Because to defeat one is perhaps the greatest victory..

Smiling tryst

Is it okay to just let things be...

without holding or even trying to hold control

over the innumerable dreams and desires?

Those that you nourish over ages...

Carefully, with your

wandering, searching eyes

whispering endless motivations

in the tarred nights, in the scorching days.

Is it okay to be called a

loser by your own self?

Is it okay to erase and begin anew

as a novice perhaps?

To feign innocence and cry tear-less drops?

Is it okay to just dump the accumulated

grime and muck of ambitious lurches?

Is it?

Or may be just allow one's own apparition

to gradually melt

in the thickening soot of life?

Allowing oneself to be replaced by the other

willfully donning a new persona

without resistance, without an iota of regret?

Is it okay?

Is it okay to cheat on your own beloved

one that you have pampered and assured

of your lifetime commitment?

For betraying one you choose many smiles?

Is it okay to be an infidel?

Is it okay to just allow one self
a certain degree of numbness

so that one does not feel

love, hate, happiness, glum?

So that one grows

Calm and quiet

feigning grace, transcending engagements?