Ronin

                       Ronin

Under the starkly wide starlit sky 

when wondering where the time went by 

slowly creeping to the horizon

it stuck me on my silly little head.

What am I doing?

Is it even possible ? 

Surely somewhere high up there in the sky

Zenith, between billion stars should be.Right ?

But from the nadir where Im slumped at now

Each tiny little dot looks like the Zenith.

Night descends down, shrouds itself around

the road which winds round and round

fades far ahead into

the cold and dark distance.

Stomach cramps that chokes me within 

just keep doing whatever you are doing. 

But still I'll falter for a while and slip 

from the haze of this reckless little adventure

to seek the warmth of temperate temptations

But I do not know what it is 

That I have to do ?

Dreading collapse back to undignified

ghastly-forlorn-pathetic-pitiful,

hole where I used to hide,

slumped shoulders, head bent low

eyes stuck to the dirt in ground,

in between scary thoughts I drown

But extreme friction breeds fire 

and just ashes remains when

the glowing embers-crimson  

burn away the cold unsure 

and ill footed thoughts that roam

around the head like a clueless fish

Oh the wavering leap at Zenith !

whether I ever reach there or not

must keep reminding myself of this I,

Amids the disturbed against the calm 

whatever conditions the Moments set 

before doing anything else I 

must keep reminding myself of this,

I 

must keep reminding

myself of this, I

must keep reminding myself of this. 

Be Patient. 

(Response to Aditi Rao's Relationship Advice to a Younger Self)

(Last 4 lines borrowed from The Patient by Maynard Keenan)