The struggle for existence

The struggle for existence

The struggle for existence

The struggle for existence , My Poems , Some Heart Touching Words , A heart Touching Poem

In the dangling electric-supply wires

and the dim, corroded lamp

perched atop the telephone pole

with its pallor barely touching the ground;

And the swirling snakes of water

which slip down the chipped red-brick slopes

and are arrested suddenly by the coal-tar road;

And the lid-less, gaping gutter-holes

vomiting frequent throngs of roaches

who tread the scarce grass blades

bordering the moist leaks in the ground;

And the foul smell that glides across the land ‘ere

tugging at the rugged walls and dingy buildings

sneaking under the ugly gates

and into the oppressive, nearly non-existent verandas;

And in the endless din of useless discussions

gossip and grocery talk

earnest commitments

of saving a penny here, a dime there

only to eventually indulge in one last extravaganza;

In this do I find beauty

a beauty that mesmerises

with the verity of its naked truth

its bare bones, starched of the drapes and false apparels

fleshless bones of a bony vulture

that stands true to the what begets it

and feeds upon it, ravenously

the struggle for existence

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Fickle hopes

Fickle hopes

My lyrics dismantle
On the work-desk
Against the clock’s tick-tock
The pen frisking
Across the bare paper
The lantern hanging low
And a ghastly pallor
Pouring silent gloom
Dissolving into my mind
The cracking glass-panes
Under the times’ banes
Sounds of you
Still in that air
Me still there
Upon that chair
Still collecting shards
Of my broken dreams
Still searching past
In the cold

The Road Less Traveled By

The Road Less Traveled By

SalmanAltaf , The Roadless travelled ByWhen we are young, we are sent to schools for education. We are taught what has been passed down, generation after generation. And a part of this age-old wisdom is to make secure choices. And we are forbidden from making bold choices – we are strictly told, times and again, that sticking to the norms, the pre-ordained rules, is the best course. And that anyone who refuses to comply ought to be punished.

That, I believe, is what ingrains in us a fear for the unknown. That’s what leads us right onto the straight road, like sheep to a shepherd, who can move about in the herd but never break free from it and take a course off from that road. This culture bars us from making bold choices; in fact, it hands us an all-new definition of ‘bold choices’ and we, by falling for the same old tricks, albeit presented in a new fashion, believe us as being the rebels, the bestowed few whereas that’s barely the case.

Yet yes, there are those who take the ‘road less traveled by’ and by no means is that choice an easy choice. You are confronted not only by the society but by even your near and dear ones who think that by abandoning the ‘safe’ course of things, you are venturing into the dangerous and uncertain. They tell you all kinds of anecdotes to keep you from choosing it.

But the fact is, the day you choose to comply with the norms and give up on your dreams, no matter how extra-ordinary they are, you cease to live. You merely exist for the rest of your life, doing most of what the society asks you for, following that dull, monotonous routine of things well practiced, well tested and guaranteed as secure choices. And just like that, you pass away with a life that frankly was no different than billions of other beings.

However, if you do choose to overcome all that opposition, a daunting task indeed, and take the path less traveled by, your life becomes a journey of discovery. You get to have all those exquisite experiences that perhaps no one ever had before. Your life becomes a perpetual struggle for the realization of your dreams and you willingly invest you time, your energies and everything you have to make it happen. The very conscience that you have embarked upon the unknown, that there will barely be the beacons of ‘guidance’ all along and that no one will be holding your hand and no footprints to mark your course pre-handedly, the very conscience of it all invigorates every second of your being. And even if you don’t end up where you had planned, and that’s quite improbable, you get to have a life worth-having!! You get to exist and not to live. The fear of the unknown turns into the ecstasy of exploring the new.

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The Road Less Traveled By

About me

SalmanAltaf

About SalmanAltaf And His Blog

This blog is my place to vent. It contains my rants, my poetry, my published articles and other random write-ups.

I am a software engineer, a mistake, a writer, my passion, a romantic, by nature, an ardent rationalist, as per the yardstick of faith, a humanist, on the moral scale, a narcissist, somewhere deep inside, a hedonist and a lazy sloth.

Salman Altaf

SalmanAltaf

The commonplace philosophy is that there are two ways of living life – to let it be, or to not let it be. I think there’s a third way too – to have some cookies and sleep on it.

I have opinions over nearly everything and I love to be judgemental. I hate to pretend that holier-than-thou aura of being not judgmental on people, things, everything and anything at all. Oh and I love my views because they’re mostly awesome.

Finally, this blog doesn’t belong to any certain category. I love meddling into all terrains of human thought, being happily bestowed with a head which never stops thinking weird stuff.

So well…that’s that. Enjoy your visit.

When life goes on

And Life Goes On

The days have passed swiftly and nights have dragged on, morosely.

And I have seen – I have seen winters wither and summers bloom and dreams grow anew every spring. I have seen the dingy ceilings, stifling the air in it’s own arrest. And the heavenly meadows under an overcast sky, laden with flowers, colourful, and the grass, green, which sways with the gentlest breeze as if dancing to the symphony of time. And I have seen life shine in the mischievous sheen of your eyes when you smile.

I have seen days of optimism when everything entices you on to victory. And days when you give up on your dreams as the bitter reality hits you hard in the face. And you wake up from the cozy seat of your car to realize how harsh the wind is when the glass breaks. And the blood, when it trickles down, how it numbs all feeling of horror and fear and all your sensations try hard to concentrate on that far-away, blurred, blurring notion of something, somewhere that was once so beautiful that you had thought that it would suffice. And then, when the grief gushes and pours forth, tearing apart your restraints. But that too passes, and with a sigh, you give up…

…only to rise the next day with a renewed rigour and hope. And in this oscillation between hope and uncertainly, pure joy and dull misery, tiredness emanating from it all and at it’s consummation, another sense of fulfilment…amid it all, life goes on..