Heartbeat

O’ fragile heart

Why do you beat so?

Why carry the burden of the world

On your delicate shoulders?

Why run when you can walk?

Why pant when you can breathe?

What is it that you crave?

What is it that you want?

Why is it that you have to bend and twist

To the whims and fancies of the world?

Why is it that you beat so hard

To the sound of the battle cry

And leave yourself out to dry;

when it comes to matters of the heart

Why do they not teach you –

The resilience to weather it all

Why do you hurt yourself so?

Why do you not find your way towards love

And take up permanent residence there?

Why not take in some warmth?

And some soup for the soul?

“Breathe, you’ve got this”

Your confoundments have got to go

Breathe, trust the process

You’ve got what it takes

Go on,

And be merry,

Even if you haven’t

‘Cuz, who’s the judge of it all?

Nostalgia

We were both young and old,

Both at the same time.

A distant sense of a connection unknown,

Found its way,

Amid fleeting times

The world, an oasis out there

Both in the literal and in the metaphorical sense,

Starts ringing through,

As we brace ourselves

And head towards the union,

Of past and present lives

Connected and intertwined as one.

The drums start beating,

And the trinkets start humming,

As we bear testimony

To a hundred fleeting glances.

The poets and the sages,

The young and the old,

The dreamers and the doers,

They’re all present, –

Willing to give it all,

Hoping to get some in return.

As the seas rise, and the skies open

A massive undertaking,

Of exponential order

Gets set in place

For the eons to continue.