Illusive choices

-(1)-
Days come and days go
silently unnoticed,
yet tirelessly leaves a trail of indelible marks,
in wonder, sometimes,
through the lens of dissection of events
and introspection of thoughts,
juxtaposed perhaps sometimes to miracles
as senses declare defenselessness,
proclaiming surrender
in the veils of conspiring vengeance,
the barrels of logic and contemplations,
long gone bullet-less,
those rigid and hard bullets,
of lengthy explanations and atrocious justifications,
for or against you, my dear friend.

Do I have a choice?
for I always tend
to meet you there at the fag end.
so think of me and take my “me” away,
and sink in me to lead me now your way.

-(2)-
Days never were and days never are
It is all noisy and cacophonous
while dense darkness rules,
the sense of madness leaves no clues,
for I am lost there, speechless,
as much as I am lost here, numb and frozen,
pure and nascent, yet to be born,
free from the thinker, the thought,
untouched, unhindered,
beyond the metaphoric pride of vanity,
This is me. This is my “me”, my dear friend.

Do I have a choice ?
for I always tend
to meet you there at the fag end.
so think of me and take my “me” away,
and sink in me to lead me now your way.