Transcend

Waves of life,
Incomprehensible and divine,
March and recede,
On the beach of time.

The strolling perceptive passenger,
Pauses on the sands,
Breathes in the wonder,
Singular to such lands.

The waves crash at his feet,
The lives within release,
Euphoric the souls soar,
Untethered and at peace.

The sun never sets here,
The waves don’t suspend,
The beach remains eternal,
A home beyond the end.

Vaibhav

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

Rhythms

The delightful scent of music,

Exudes a powerful allure,

Beckons me into a pulsating radiance,

An elixir so pure.

Neon is this world,

Aglow with sounds obscure,

Entwined in potent tunes,

Mesmerizing and yet demure.

Rhythms rule such lands,

Here every malady has a cure,

Lose yourself in the euphoria,

Or heal your soul secure.

Vaibhav

Distant

Distant is the taste of the breeze,

The rustle of tranquil trees.

Bring me back some laughter please,

And wind the clocks to times of ease.

Arrested in our homes, and lost are the keys,

A plagued world, brought to its knees.

Smeared by uncertainty are days like these,

Panic in the streets with a single sneeze.

I wish to be someone who sees,

The thaw beyond this moment of freeze,

Until then, today is the only thing to seize,

A life worth living, fiery without a cease.

Vaibhav