Turnback

Equilibrium

Yes the mental state of laughter and pain

A difference of which I cannot make

Loaded the gun and sat on the ledge,

Reminiscing about the life ledgers in vain,

Slicing each part of my soul with question purge

To how many losses have I gained?

Thought of my age,

And rearrange the part I could not change

To live or die is not a question

It’s about uncertainty and confusion

The death in me was loud

Its lurking tongues and hunger I could laud

With its imperfect perfection whispers of sound

Life waited not and invaded my privacy like greyhound

Dressed in patched cloth of indecision I was found

That boundary between life and death,

What is it called?

Chance!

The cup fit me not, I will wear it not

My thoughts slept with my feeling

I caught them both in my own soul reeling

I am confused as to what seem right or wrong

But what I do not say will confuse you the more 

That invisible light between right and wrong

Choice!

Born with weakness, strength we’ve to come explore

Formed with dust, cleanliness we embrace after fall

In-between sickness and fitness is a scale

Its pendulum I’m allowed not to say

But found between short and tall

Medium!

Desperation with less need

More haste less speed

Busy day with less sleep

Vast land with less seeds

Many struggling to succeed

But with more greed

Its measure I cannot fore store

The person who falls between the house owner and slave

Traveller!

A man who has no price cannot be bought

With every breath of his he fought

Being cheap requires standards likewise being priceless

It’s just that one has drown in hypocrisy of matchless

Both the brave and coward are vultures

With war as their common cultures

They both evade

And with their blades they fight without aid

Courage !

That thin line between love and hatred I cannot define

The old and new version I cannot determine

And from whose venomous tongue deceit descend

Deception!

The expensive cost between truth and lies

Not seen with the naked eyes

Realize!

And so in much age we find sage

At some stage we are all on one page

The king will die likewise the slave

At a point in time we all need to be saved

Unfitted and Unorganized thoughts heheheh