A Battle for Truth

My Post-7

A gleaming sword made from truth,
Lies hidden in ravaged lands.
A single blow to the fiercest foe,
Crumbles the vanquished into shifting sands.

Warriors arrive from realms afar,
A mad scour for this mythical blade.
Their eyes doused with the frenzy within,
The light of reason has started to fade.

Wary of the crazed,
I tread these bloodied lands.
My shield luminous with courage,
My destiny steady in my hands.

The Gods of power frown upon my march,
For theirs isn’t the counsel I seek.
My hunt for the sword continuous,
But my motives aren’t so bleak.
Only a drink of truth is what I look for,
And the wisdom it may speak.

 

Vaibhav

Quiet

My Post-6

A quiet comfort exists in the quiet,
Away from the bustle of life.
When pristine mornings sweep over,
With prancing mists and strands of the sun,
Spinning webs of gold through the cedars,
An unyielding stillness evokes within.

Imbibe from this nature,
Guzzle the potent elixir,
And as you lose grasp,
Find yourself in the reality,
That the serenity is as much,
From you as it is for you.

Place a foot forward,
And hear the quiet drift away,
Under the crumble of dry leaves.
Witness your creation,
The sounds of life,
And feel the universe in motion,
Bowing to the architect,
As you march on,
One foot after the other.

 

Vaibhav

Worlds Apart

My Post-4

We all share a world,
And yet sometimes we’re worlds apart.
Have similar eyes,
Yet some perspectives worlds apart.
Speak the same tongue,
Yet some words worlds apart.

How often do we recognize,
These worlds apart from our own?
How often try to understand a life,
Lived differently from ours?
How brave are we,
To smile at unfamiliar sights?
And how different would this world be,
If our worlds truly saw each other?

 

Vaibhav

A Stolen Slice of Time

My Post

 

It’s not the past that I seek,
But a version of it.
A thinly cut slice of happiness,
From an overall muddled reality.

A wary awareness greets me as I write,
For no joys of today,
Are fastened to the restraining threads,
Of a time gone by,
Nor chained to dreams of a vivid tomorrow,
But alive in the fragile moment,
Full of possibilities,
And of creation,
Often more than a slice.

 

Vaibhav

Nature

Nature

She is Nature herself,
The soul where seasons reside.
An invincible summer,
She spreads hope far and wide.
A spring in her step,
The blossoms revere her as their guide.
Storms crash within her,
But she soothes their rising tide.

I have been enthralled with her nature,
Since the time our worlds did collide.
Her demeanor makes me beam,
As she leaps over barriers with every stride.
Now she’s going far away,
And I just deeply sighed.
There is a tinge of sadness too,
For I wish time was on our side.

Vaibhav

 

Wanderer

In search of something surreal,
On the lookout for something divine,
My soul takes me places,
Because I’m a wanderer.

The river of life makes me swim sometimes,
Sometimes drown,
Love drifting in it’s current,
Being taken to unforeseen sights,
I’m seeking some unknown wisdom perhaps,
I’m a wanderer.

Love the journey more than a destination,
Love grinning in the face of fear,
Love braving harsh winds and stormy skies,
I surrender myself to the flow of life,
After all, I’m a wanderer…

Vaibhav