Quest and Questions

It is pretty unknown to me what home feels like
Never quite stationed, I see different moonlights
Paths - they grow darker, at times I lose sight
Always prepared to fly in search of smooth nights
Will it shed a new light?
Should I pick a blue knight?
Will the rhythm unite?
So many questions tonight
But the universe, they say, is all magical
Spread good vibes, they say, ungrammatical
And if you get to have it your way, do not be dogmatical
On Lord's day or short sway, do not be fanatical
Your political stand - they may be lyrically grand
But their wrinkly hands are devoted to the land
They voted for their future, for the man who planned
The harpoons, asylums and heroic command
Beaten, quietened, some chastened for treason
Weakened, yet smitten by the polished religion
Some find solace in the romanticist
Some are corrected strictly by the semanticist
The doubts that they place on the bioethicist
Synonymous to the darkness before the exodus
Does it matter - a neoclassicist, biophysicist, cyberneticist?
Questions remain questions - deathlike and venomous
Shot to pieces, psychokinesis,
The darker it gets, that is mutagenesis!
This is not a poem, but a quest of a churchless nemesis
What exude in the ovum was...
Fashioned in the apoapsis

-PRK-

Manifesto

Some have killed and pillaged but the struggle never ends
Reigned by the supreme, feeling lost in this homeland
Belittle and castigate one another causing pain
What's the point of all this? Aren't our blood all the same?
I guess not; now violent is the culture of the world
So much rage, enslavement happens to all boys and girls
Aggression, affection, or are we all playing dumb?
Can't blame this commotion on the riches or the slum
What's the ultimate salvation? Another round of reformation?
Bloodbath, a cold bath, in the name of such religion?
See this is not about principles, it's all fanaticism
Superstitious beliefs, self-glorification
Origins and doctrines mystified, misinterpreted
The essence of the truth they've all eradicated
I was brought to this world to understand and seek the truth
But so far when I see you, you were aching these youth
Needed them to stay confused, make sure they get used
To the way they get bruised, the way you abused the accused
Now get this, you're not the God or boss of us
You’re probably just another parasite, even worse, just a puss
Dying by the minute when the rest of us diminish
How long more can you fight this when the world comes to a finish?
I fear for your mentality, the one that caused brutality
Enabler of calamity, still grooming all your prodigy
My dear, your ruling majesty, guess you've not seen the sanity
You've been riding so high in life, your middle name is vanity
The Holy Ghost won't cover you, but see those moths, they'll hover you
And if the orphans could, they would cloud your sky with choppers too
Now tell them what the monarchs knew, the evilness you can't unscrew
The inmates, the elderlies, they'd even crack a tooth or two
To see that you keep your words, your manifesto, not your turd
To see that you really care for those you once left unheard
Preachers - they preach, there's the gap and there's the bridge
Now let your actions speak, your promises - you keep

-PRK-

How Do You Convince Them?

How do you convince them?
And tell them that it agonises you sometimes
The mental and emotional drainage it cost you
When the right decisions they are making
Are not the right ones after all
And that you have to pick up the pieces with a straight face
When all you want to do is bash them

Leave them like how they have left you
But obviously, you cannot
They brought you to the world
So-called raised you and stand by you
As they should at all times

But how do you convince them?
That you have had enough of the illusions
And wrong moves they have made over the years
That your sturdy walls are about to break
That you have slowly become wimpy
That your brute force is looking at its cremation
That you shattered and want it to stop
That it is time for you to kiss goodbye
To everything that you were never prepared for

How do you convince them?
That you have fought too long
Not to be the living soul they unknowingly curated you to be
That you want them to wake up and smell the coffee
That you want them to admit
That they have caused you all the pain and agony
That you never saw the world as a child
And you wanted to be that child

How do you convince them?

-PRK-

Drifting Away

You make me write
I am a private person but you make me express my feelings
My poems were not as deep or as honest
Until you showed me yours
And told that it is okay to be vulnerable

And I was vulnerable with you
I opened up and shared my secrets with you
But I am still secretive
And you often wonder why

I miss the days I would spend waiting for your calls
And the nights I would dedicate to listen to your voice
And the once very early call you made when you were drunk

Often they wonder why I am still talking to you
And about you
Despite the distance and that we never met
And may never meet each other

Sometimes I hate your guts
But all they heard were compliments
You stimulated my mind
You showed me different perspectives
And you showed me your world
With words and through your voice and intense vibe

You were my best friend
But sometimes I wonder if you were real
If you were my imaginary best friend
A phase I never went through as a child

We went on road trips through Google Street View
It felt like I have known you forever
And on the sixth month or so
We made plans like long lost best friends do
I was looking forward to see you

I counted the days and nights patiently
But slowly things began to change
I went through a transition
I was once again unstable
And I could not talk to you

I often wondered why, myself
A few months down
And I think I know the answer
An answer that perhaps will draw you further away from me
If I ever tell you

So I chose to keep it to myself
And went back to my old nature
I am to remain private and secretive
As I slowly drift away from you

Drifting away, but on my mind
In my heart and on my skin
You were never gone

-PRK-

Secrets

As I walk in wide-eyed wonder, I explore the soot-filled nooks
Unravelling the secrets of life through untold stories
And every fragment of what was brought together
Makes me wonder what brought me to life
The blossoming sexuality, the natural boisterousness
And unfulfilled desires of every human being I meet
On their quest for happiness

Amidst moments of hurt, hate, and heal
While preserving their traditions
Under the onslaught of modernism
Triggers my opinions on personalities and characters
And like shockwaves of panic in a dystopian drama,
I discover the meaning of human nature
Its novelistic details, the filtered perspectives
The strictures of patriarchy and the struggles of matriarchy
It's like a comedy laced with cruelty between rain-soaked epiphanies
The comforting words, ingenuity, the barbed jokes
And the truest opinions from the boldest of souls
Souls that fight to stay alive, that march to stand their ground
Souls that gives witty commentaries
On love and loyalty, money and social classes
On races and religions, dilemmas and conundrums
And on my occasional slip into the realm of melodrama
I realise that life, with its mishaps, is just a practical magic
A drunk night of fries and margaritas
A middle finger protest and feminist treatise
An epic journey alongside a broody convict
And at times, an opportunity to sink
Into the psyche of a single-minded survivor
A singular vision and an individual suicide
But how true are they - these secrets of life?
And how perceptive are we with one secret after another?

-PRK-