Grandeur

The grains of sand that I tightly grasp,
Slips away and can't be controlled,
For each grain retains the spirit and the soul,
Of the mountain that it was years ago.

You shall forever remain caged,
If you see yourself as only the grain,
But you can set yourself free,
If only you could see,
The grandeur that every cell in your body retains.

Dichotomy Of I and Me

Where I stand
Where I want to be
Splits wide open
The dichotomy
Of I and Me

Pop the champagne
With the cork bruising my face
Cheers to the day
You'd want to remember
And I'd want forget

Where I stand
Where I want to be
Splits wide open
The dichotomy of I and Me

A toothless tiger
A chuckle worthy threat
Is what I am now at best
The calm surface marches steadily to kiss its fate
Whilst the violent undertow for its redemption awaits

- Nilay S. Shah