If the end is the same

Why you care for the journey so much,

Why you care of "making a mark".

And call them myopic who engrave their names on stone.

Stone or the minds of people, both will eventually fall apart.

You take up philanthropy, or

It's the weapons which intrigue you,

Anyway you get the same reward.

Who cares if atheist you are, or 

An ardent devotee

You are a mute witness of your transition back into the womb.

Go on, carry on with your nonsense.

Go shave your hair or watch porn,

Express how much you love her or detest the other guy.

Sometimes

Sometimes you lose out on the people in your life because you think you are not the one they knew. Time has changed and so have you. But their belief wasn't that fragile.

And sometimes it's okay to let past them without evincing like you used to and leave a subtle fainting smile. 

Because sometimes its fine to be an observer, just seeing as they are turning out to be, than to express yourself out in loud words. 

Yes, there's a pang 'cause they were the ones you could call your own.

But sometimes, it's good to let the river flow on its own, than to distribute it's tributaries beforehand.

Trust he

The silence pierces through me
Harder than the sharpest device
I know it's hard to glee

It happens what's meant to be
All what's causing your demise
I can very well see

Hold your own hand and be
The sun, not the vice
For it'll help you flee

Existence

When you close all doors
Even then
You enter another one
Where...
Where light can't find any crevice
Even then
Enter as flames
Turning you into ashes
Uncontrollable
Even by the gods
Dropping far...
Away from the eyelashes of time
Some die for it to happen
Others weep for its happening

Your existence
Was all in vain

I want to retreat to my village

I want to retreat to my village
Where dawn and dusk are the moments you cherish
Not a reminder to fret.

I want to retreat to my village
Where the silence speaks to you
Where you get younger every day
Where you don't have to dress up
Where the horizon is always near
Where the buffalo gives you milk no matter how much you clubbed.

I want to retreat to village.