Chakravyu

How much I yearn for change,
That when it cometh

I let it go for future gain.
when the future proves in vain,
In search I begin for change.

A rigmarole it seems this is.

Beginner's weeds

As days progress,
Weeds from gaps spurts out stark.

Try to progress as much as I might,
They succeed in holding me back.

Folks cajole me to swim downstream,
How else can I avoid their flak,

All I seek from thee is breaking up this heart,
I know there still exists some crack.