What do you wish me to be?

What do you wish me to be?

The wind that can swirl what time has implanted within you

Or the breeze that’s just gentle and yields from you without a bicker.

The wind that sets the desert in to an untameable delirium

Or the breeze that just flows past whispering an old secret.

The wind or the breeze?

What do you wish me to be?

The infinitude of the ocean that can cleave your hull

Or the narrow stream that just wets the feet in a sunny lull.

The interminable torrent that can drown but leave you thirsty

Or the quenching boundedness incapable of ingesting you.

The ocean or the stream?

What do you wish me to be?

The earth beneath –the eternal womb of creation

Or the skies above- the untouchable illusion of destiny.

This stage beneath with props and actors deluding smiles and tears

Or the clock above, that’s both light and curtain to the show.

The earth or the sky?

What do you wish me to be?

The placid permanence of death,

Or the temporal temptation of life.

Sublime in to the ubiquitous darkness

Or be a flickering flame on a stolid yet vanishing candle?

Life or death?

What do you wish me to be?

The Lighthouse

As I walk by the beach, waves washing away the footsteps I leave,
I wonder where that youth and zeal vanished to.
Knowing fully well, that no glory lies ahead, no cause too noble,
That truth is, only till the twist of logic.

Now, that there are only questions and no answers, may it be known,
That there is childhood and then there is life.
No pain seems too great that numbness cannot take its place.
Isn’t today but a rehearsal of tomorrow?

The road I walked by, hold no mark of my soul,
Here by these rocks, there used to be a lighthouse
Up to which, against the wind, I used to race.
Can someone tell me whatever happened to it?

Many a nightmares made my sleep terrible, as a child many a fears I used to know.
The spans of time have got me over them all but one.
And I remain clinging on to life dear, for the fear of death alone.
Can there be a better reason to life than that?

Hey dearest of strangers, here by these rocks there for sure used to be a light house,
While I write an obit to it,
Can someone tell me, if the roads ahead will show me the lighthouse again?