The Curse of Modernity!

The more it
connects us together...
The more we
end up drifting apart.

It spoils us
with a million choices…
And distracts
us from doing even one.

Makes wheels
spin so much faster…
That slowing down
becomes an impossibility.

Goads us to
keep on accumulating...
Steals away
the time to enjoy anything.

Every time
we make progress…
it regresses
the quality of our lives.

Modernity.
It makes us succumb…
To urges
that consume us.

God didn't
make us this way…
but with
him we didn’t agree.

So, here
we are now…
Modern as hell.
And just as Godless.

Stuck

Today, on the way to work, 
I was caught in a long and tiresome 
traffic jam. 

Stuck like a fly in a window pane, 
I looked into the car in the next lane 
and saw a man. 

I thought, sooner or later, 
this man shall be seeking nirvana. 
And so will I. 

Will we meet in a jam there? 
And will he be trying to sneakily 
overtake me there too?

An Introspection

Manifest

                      The manifestations of my imperfections,
                      however fleeting…
                      bring me face to face with my humanity.
                                               
                      The fragility of this continued existence,
                      undisputed breathing…
                      a coincidence that still remains a reality.
                                               
                      A biochemical equation that’s continuously,
                      ever so rhythmically…
                      evolving itself into an outcome of finality.
                                               
                      The inevitable ending, the raising of the curtain,
                      red velvet and bleeding…
                      be a refreshing change from this lively monotony.
                                               
                      The dream is real until it is shattered by waking,
                      light blindingly…
                      Who is to say what the delusion is in certainty?
                                               
                      All I seek is an experience untouched by memory,
                      elusively slippery…
                      For that is a moment I belong to myself in entirety.