Verses from a recess.

The tides attack the shore, And attack ain’t attack when intensity lowers. Lost in an array of swirling thoughts, That feature only at lights off, Never would anyone understand. Timing enjoying prominence, Blood-pumpers shunned such a virtue Accounting for exceptions. Thorough back-checks are the norm, To love, not all. To shovel for such a person, Needs an entire span, or not? Censure yourself with baskets and rebounds. Half-hearted attacks never ended in smile-spreads. Interest in else warrants the same.

Every word uttered in the mad rush of a day, Journeys back to haunt me in the dark’s calm. Those that occurred with him bears no exception. Stuck with regret over petty fights that doth not warrant a cut Yet, so happened. The resplendent ray of sunshine, That illuminates a particularly boring two dozen hours, Will surely not be shunned by beating hearts of any type. Such and more was his smile, Sweeping swiftly through a vast expanse of the populace unhindered, Portraying no exceptions, Albeit me.

Oh my! How mundane a life we lead! The routine; the cycle; of opening doors at dawn and not-so-short naps at night. Seamless transitions of those two truants do harm, That if undone, Would prove life rich and fulfilling. Sequence snaps bring forth impedance sure enough, But never has it been said “Stagnate till death under composure’s veil” And never will it be.

You drift off into the slumber, not so peaceful I may say, You beg to differ, only that you are wishing, Why not, I ask, You fail to trust people with your meandering, again,I reason you? And you serve me no retorts. Well, that is how you were moulded, and your moulders too.

The losses tug at my heart, With a force never congruent with materialistic entities. Even as two replaced two, Comparison vestigial and always untrue. The crease created below the essence of survival, And his continued sustenance of effort to that maintenance, Never can be begot by penance. Inducing such short-lived moments, since only possible by also-rans, Resolute persistence rendered him unmatched yet tainted glory, In my world-windows. Was he adept at calm and storm and blunders galore! Alas! Revisits remain mired in lore.

Behold the vagaries of human!   Converts seamlessly achieved by seasons,   Bides their time as an eagle its prey by reason,   No plausible cause for them to be given unto nature,   Thus taking the edge, and defiance unto nurture.   The calm seas harbour a beastly weapon   Stirred to action, only a tectonic shift in foundation   Such are humans.   Outer tranquil verily masks inner turmoil, but few do alter  path.

Eternally do we cower behind reasons, 'Spite possessing the perfect machine to dazzle the self. When the brightest minds looked for mechanical solutions, Someone flew ahead and used chemicals. With only them in clutch, he created the 'Mind' that which could travel anywhere within a blink. Endowed with this and much more, We shiver and shudder within ourselves!