Stepping out

So it is the last day,
The job is done,
No more sobbing,
No more crying,
My time is done.

Not very long ago,
You were here,
Broken, shattered,
And I was picking pieces,
My job it was.

Not once, not twice,
Again and again,
You broke down,
Hit the ground,
Waiting for me to come around.

You are fixed now,
No more holes,
Pieces I took out of me,
Whole once again you are,
But where do I go from here.

An ode to the barbershop...Valentine's day

Thither thou art,
Thy doors wide open,
Welcoming as ever,
Not for me though.

Never imagined,
So painful, this change,
Never been before,
Will it ever be.

Oh Barbershop,
My Barbershop,
Cannot come to thee,
Do not know why yet indeed,
This day has come to be.

Last meeting,
Anger reigned over,
Rash, hasty, inconsiderate,
Messed up, I messed up,
It never came to me.

And there it was,
The crew cut,
No style, no frills,
A life sans thrills,
End of an era it was.

Drops shatter on the near bare scalp,
As I miss you when it rains,
Or when I ride along,
With no wind in my long gone hair.

Soon, if not sooner,
I shall make amends though,
All that's lost shall be regained,
A solemn promise I make, this Valentine's.

Another day...

It takes me 45 minutes to get to office. That does not include the walk from home to the station. Yes, I do take the train.

Why am I typing this, blogging from my phone? Reason could be the fact that it is a Monday and office resumes today. But there have been so many before this. Why today?

Trust me I am not making this up, I have never blogged using my phone or while I am in transit. Could this mean that I am so bored with everything that I just had to do something different. Yes, that definitely sounds at least slightly credible. Life is boring, mundane. Being able to vent the frustration it inspires is a reflief.

It is a weird feeling and is somewhat liberating. Feels like a small window opened up somewhere inside my head.

A to B to C to Z...

Man and misery,
Hand in hand,
Learn to play,
Never join the band.

Dazed and confused,
Yet marched unfazed,
Hoped for glory,
The never ending story.

The wannabe monk,
Bought an acre of land,
Thought would meditate,
Another castle of sand.

Looked up at the sky,
Not sure why,
Thought he would fly,
Never gave it a try.

So then he took his pen,
A sheet of paper,
Wrote about the lives of men,
And how they meet the maker.

Moving On...

I suppose it is time,
The clock is not ticking anymore,
May be I just do not care if it is,
Patience, dead in the water.

There is no pain,
No pictures on the walls,
A light, dim, slow, distant,
No wish to scream, no point.

So yes, just let it go,
You cannot stop it anyway,
I know it was nice, could be better,
But please, hold it no more.

First of Ten...

This is the beginning,
As I stand right outside,
The first circle,
Should I or should I not.

It has been tough,
Grueling and tiring,
Yet, I am here,
Still wondering,
What is the worth.

But no, I need to see,
Spent so much time I have,
I will never know, unless,
Pointless, utterly, it would be.

Decided it is then,
The first of ten,
Here I come, with all might,
Hope, the end is a pretty sight.

The Fall and The Rise...

High and Mighty,
He stood there,
Tall and Strong,
Proud, smiling.

The day was bright,
Success, this was it,
He saw it clear, crystal,
Above everyone else.

Yes, all below him,
Indeed, the view,
Perfect at the top,
None, to blur it.

And then it happened,
Free fall, it was swift,
Deep, dark, cold,
Numb, deafening silence.

"What is this,
Dead, am I,
No, breathing I still am,
Where am I...

Wait, I cannot see,
Blind, I must be,
How can it be though,
I feel no pain."

So he wandered,
Yelling, screaming,
Crying out for help,
Until he stopped.

Sat down, wondered,
Eyes shut, body cold,
Mind, squirming with thoughts,
All hope was lost.

Time went by,
And he just sat there,
Blank, his thoughts empty,
He had embraced his end.

"What is that, footsteps
I must have gone crazy,
It cannot be, no,
Let it be."

But the sound drew closer,
Till finally it stopped,
And then he felt the warmth,
Her palm on his cheek.

"I have been looking all over,
And here you are,
All by your self,
Come, walk with me."

He gazed at her,
Who was she,
How could he see her,
Why only her.

"Go away, let me be,
Why have you come for me,
Do not give me a glimmer hope,
Let me perish in my misery"

She stopped,
Turned around,
Kissed him on his forehead,
Then slapped him tight.

"Listen to yourself,
Dejected, depressed,
A shadow you are,
Of who you used to be.

Remember, think back,
The pride, the glory,
The struggle to the top,
Your reign supreme.

I am here to pick you up,
I will see you through,
And I will if I must,
Knock some sense into you."

She was angry, very angry,
He looked at her, he smiled,
Ready he was to begin his quest,
Even though, it might take a while.