Train of thought

Swish..sweeping away
the breeze churns my poise ..
like a loud knock on the doorway
it renounces my respite

taking away my breath unchecked
it signals and sirens aloud
with the strings stil humming in my head
welcomes me aboard

the train of thought continues
images pass me by
of a girl close to tears
of a lad strumming the guitar... nearby

Let her cry..the song goes
Let her sing...it says
Let her be..it strums out
"when the sun comes up tomorrow"

Journey...

i am on a journey..completely confused
with what i am and what i would rather be
open to criticisms, judgements and..no i am not averse to them all

its easier to realise wht i need to do in life
than to actually get down to doing it
the vicious circle between what is and what could hv been..
shud hv been
is proving so difficult to break

it maybe so..tht the circle is of my own making
but..as of now..it exists...

Rain!

An eyeful of shinig pearls
Sliding down the glass pane
Cacophony sounds harmonious
As thunderous drums bellow

Whistling wind whispers a story
Demurely, moon looks on
Silent beneath the dark clouds
Serenly reigning the rage

Heaving with each wave
Haughty ocean of woes
Leaping at the empty sky
Splinters lash every stone

Flooded are the wastelands
Resurging the parched earth
Sleepy woods claim the night
Soaked, dripping with exuberence

Staircase

Going along the stairs…climbing up
Each step I have to take...and remind me, that I am another step closer
To what it is that I am leading to…have no clear idea…
But can’t stay here…have to take another step…

Away from where I was standing, Always on a new step…always moving on…
Losing familiarity…gaining friends…
Oscillating…in my highs and lows…
Nevertheless…moving on…

It feels great to have someone walking along...
holding you in case you stumble or fall
It feels better to give support to someone else who you meet on the way…
Understanding each other…& understanding our reason for moving on…

I know I am not alone in this journey…

I don’t even know if the next step that I take leads up….or is dragging me down….somewhere I do have an idea…but that too only of moving on

Leaving milestones…along the way…
to help us know our road back…when we lose our way…
by making true friends

Coz even though this journey is always about you and your goals alone…
It just seems all worthwhile to reach the end with friends along your side…

Encouraging you…sharing your sorrows…making each step a journey in itself…

What is it that we carry in our baggage when we move along….
memories…and trivia…
a feeling of loving and being loved
Caring, sharing, taking, stealing, demanding…hating…living!!!

Uncertainties are scattered all along the way…
Sometimes bringing sudden unexpected joys…..
sometimes taking away the guiding light…leaving you astray…

But always...we move on….that is the only way we know…

And somehow we always find a home at every step tht we take…
making it a little more of our own

It is said that the End justifies the means….maybe I’ll know for sure what it has all been about only after I have lived all, seen all, felt all

On a cold night

She lights the candles…
In flicker of flames
one can see her smile

She looks out of the window…
fingers on her pearls
the wind howling in pain

Her graceful glance…
holds you to her heart
bringing warmth

Reflection

Seeing ahead
Watching your step
Learning to control

What is there inside of me!
For none to behold

Sleeplessly wading through
The water of my dreams
Its hard to hear in the Silence
So absolute
So complete

Tinkering through my shallow heart
Feelings which run deep
With every drop they make me weak
They make me weep

Twisting in my tornado
Searching for solace,
Hands to embrace,
I hold on to my faith

Catch hold of me before i fall
Dont let the flowers fade

Good Morning!

Four cornered- right angled
Not an eye of God
Neither the mirror which reflects all
This is the window
On the opposite wall
It doesn’t look in
It helps me look out

I look out and I see
A World besides my own,
Troubles…not mine!
Laughter…which no one owns

Sitting pretty by the window
Is a little beetle bug..
Waiting for the sun to shine on its
Red and black shell..

And there are those who hate the sight of it…
While there are those who won’t let it move out of sight.

Tiny must the world seem to him,
In his shell,
Constricting…complaining… he must move on
Oh! If only he would have looked up from his burden
A wonderful world by the window, he would have found!

Why!

LIFE an acronym whose mystery we have been unable to solve .... yet ...

is it about being nice, tolerable, adorable, good-looking, living... ?
or abt taking risks..risking it all..being sick, killing yourself...killing others..

those who don't think about the reasons which brought them here... are blissfully happy
they are here only to enjoy the fruits of what has evidently been given to them as a problem to solve..

Why is it such a question..to find out why ??
Why is it that things turnout the way the things turnout..is it actually possible to predict outcomes..to find out the answer

am i really not the one making my own decisions...are these not my own thoughts..

why do we dream ..why do we hope..what is it that we dream about..

What is it that makes me happy....That should be an easy question...I am happy when I am with my friends, family, when I know i have made my freinds happy..when i know tht they are happy...when I am doin something that i want to do..
but again..what is it that i want to do
sometime i want to be sad too...i want to cry.....am i happy being sad...does that make sense

am i alone..am i supposed to be alone..
even with the world around me.......................

Its so easy to understand the others need when you completely love..
there is no need for trivialities....it removes all the walls..and hence is known as the key with which we can find the answer to all..

Hope

There it shines in the dark,
Where nothing else resides.
Wavering
Shivering
Standing tall..

Fighting the darkness

Battling the fears which enthrall

When Despair
envelopes all

Nothing escapes its painful claws

Nothing but the shiny tiny ..shivering glow,
Which amounts to nothing
But is still aglow

Escaping the bars of solitude
Declaring its conquest over the land where sorrow thrives
Bringing in Peace, Love, and Gratitude
This is where “Hope” resides.