Gratification

I see within me, a desire,

To see, to know, to do,

That stimulates action

From this inert body,

And from a subtler mind -

A prompt that comes from a formless entity,

That moves this physique about,

While I stop to marvel at this daily miracle,

I cannot hep but wonder,

What happens within my soul,

When I receive the thing I seek,

I wished to learn and I later did too,

But what changed within I craved to see,

And when I did, I sat, dejected,

For I saw no tangible change,

Neither in the body nor in my mind,

But was it indeed so?

Yes, I am but the same man,

That I'd been before this -

But if I were to ask of me,

As to what I've truly gained,

I see there's space in me now,

A space to freely breathe -

A block that'd stashed my chest,

A desire that pushed me forth,

Is now cleared from the space that'd been,

Now giving me space to swim,

No formula, nor physical law,

Captures the essence that's changed,

Oh be it seeing, or learning,

Or a desire for anything,

It's the quench that matters,

Not fulfillment,

It's just the cleanup of desire,

Oh how I wish there's another way,

To clean my heart of this?

I'd be free from pain,

And even the vain pleasure of gain,

A truly free man indeed.

Written at 8:42pm 29.12.2016 at room. Changes at 3:40pm on 30.12.2016

Cities

It's all land - some fertile, some barren,

Some with civilisation, some without,

Some meadows and lawns,

Others cluttered with buildings.

And then there are facilities,

Some with more, some with less.

What could vary is the tongue spoken, clothes worn,

And the litter and glitter that meet the eye,

But beneath all, what lie are roads and shops and houses,

With people living and breathing the same air,

Their hearts beating as one-

Yet, they draw these boundaries, naming land,

Buying and selling earth like property-

Does man own land or is it otherwise?

Knowing all this, though, they separate soil, even waging wars,

Arguing on whose city is better,

Oh it is all meaningless,

For, upon looking at streets,

Can one even identify,

Which city one stands on?

Written on 12.8,2016 at 12:15am, aero structures lab

The Pupa

Now, for growth, I crawl into my cocoon,
Lying down snugly,
As the portals close,
I must stay here,
Albeit hot,
For the world out there is unbearably cold,
None is my friend and none truly cares,

I must lie here, locked with my fears,
So that when it opens, to reveal a new me,
I have wings that spread,
Letting me fly.

Senses sharpened,
Alert and strong,
I flex my wings that grew,
Behind the darkness that seemed naught,
Unblinking and clear,
I take off into the air,
Never to return to this miserable ground.

7:53pm same building 14.11.2016