Faith is a funny thing

Funny thing fate ...

In about 50 years you're going to do some thinking, and you're going to appreciate that there are two certainties in life; one - don't do that. and the second is that you spend all your time protecting your back side that you'll never know where you're going and wham, 7504 has a punctured bonnet, not to mention a wounded ego :D

And sometimes serendipity will find you salvation.

How I miss them

"One day your life is going to flash before your eyes. Make sure its a good show"

Obscuring

Losses in life don't always give you the miss

The void they leave feels like a dementor's kiss

And for the moment that the soul leaves the body

You stand back, feel that outer body experience and realise your life's a parody

So you laugh at life itself

Afterall a bit of humor is always forthcoming, especially off the shelf

Poetry was never my forte

But somehow rhyming has now become my repartee

Not that I'm good at it or any such fancy notion

Sometimes all I long for is a swig of polyjuice potion

Afterall you'd like to be someone you're not

Just to sit in the mirror and look at what you forgot

Hope

People come and go, they bring a plethora of emotions with them. And they take them away. Like a soothing zephyr momentarily makes you forget your sorrows, you soul too finds their presence uplifting. But then they move on. You're shattered, yet something reminds you that there are places in the world that were made of stone. There are places that should be built of stone. They're built to protect what is inside. What is yours. They are they to make sure that the hope that keeps floating doesn't manifest into something that you can't handle. But like most things in life, the structures we build to protect ourselves are not cohesive. Because we build them out of things that life keeps throwing at us. And at the first signs of cracks, they yield to the pressure and break. And you suddenly feel light headed and happy. You taste freedom. You enjoy the hope that was floating around come and hit you. You absorb it. You love it.

But there is only so much that is around. And soon its over. Before you know it your lungs are over worked trying to breathe in as much as possible. And slowly but surely the system gives way. So you're lying face down washed up on a shore, the beauty of the scene is mocking your condition. But then so has everything else. And this degeneration into a mere caricature of your self is an ugly sight. You're so accustomed by now that you are waiting for that hope to fill your lungs, but what life throws at you is brickbats. And you get your cue. You start picking up the pieces and building that feeble defence around you again, with the hope that this time, the structure stands up longer than it did the last time around. And that's where the fault lies. Because you're hoping that it will stand up. And we all know what hope does.

Free Will

And while most of our battles are fought within, the best ones are fought with the agents of free will. Namely god himself. Doesn't take too long to figure that you've picked the losing side. And while you're tottering on the edge of sanity, he stands there, in all his splendor, mocking your lame efforts at trying to mend and fence again and again. In fact there is a part of him that likes watching free will play itself out. But in the end, he does come around. And the peace is restored.

The clouds are clearing, but there's no wind behind the sails
The wait has been long, but I guess there's always something in the mail
From the maker it has taken its leave
To the seeker it shall provide relief
But the wait has made the seeker meek
So much so, that it felt like swimming up sh*t's creek