Little Lights

Little colorful lights,
Exhibiting a burning heart.
Each color of beauty.
The intensity of the hurt in reality!

The lighthouse with directions.
Indicating, everything.
That light cannot be followed,
Nor can it fake to lead.

The noise, hears silence.
Numbness fills the head.
The directionless avalanche
Leaves unbiased traces.

The residue,
That reminds of the world,
That was,
Once, somewhere, somehow.

Fiction or reality,
Meanings are personal.
Words are for many!
Interpretation is unique.

Those lights,
Reminisce hope.
For may be,
Some impact, may see undone.
Just like some stop shining.
May be,

They are the ones, cured.

Endless

Fell silent,
Laid numb,
For it was the end,
Of what had just begun.

Curled up,
Shrunk within,
Gazed with hope,
Till the vision could fade.

Swallowed the last words,
That died to express,
All that could not be,
And now, will never be said.

The beginning they say,
Is an end of something.
I see a clean board
That needs to be brought alive.

Giving up,
Only to stand again.
For the beginning is as hard,
As a fulfilled end!

What ends, they say, must,
May be,
That is exactly why,
It just never does!

Triumph..

Sweet rain drops,
Falling in abundance, for its beloved.
It just takes a day to cure,
The incompleteness of a lifetime.

The thirst quenched.
Existence, answered.
The unsaid, expressed.
The unknown, discovered.

Such is the bliss..
After an acute pain.
Triumph - the fate,
Of an innocently true wish.

The known...unknown...

The insanely sane smile. The vision to look beyond what's shown the words that know to express a connection. The ease of letting people be simple, yet the most complex. Everyone`s, yet very individualistic, everywhere, yet no where such is the presence of a lonesome heart.

The more isolation people treat it with, the more distant it gets. The more silence people subject it to the more speechless it gets. The cold signs remain cold the sweet nothings remain fulfilling, the heart judges silently, without being particularly judgmental.

In the midst of nowhere, attachments are formed in the most uncomfortable situations, comfort is realized, in the least attempted moments, Love is found. 

Mind put on the back seat, it is the heart you are dealing with. :)

Selfless corporate world

Submit in the name of wisdom..

Walk away with the meaning of creating space...

Shrug off with an intension of creating opportunity

Dump load in the name of trust is other`s capability...

I fail to understand this 'selfless corporate world' :)

The true worth

The worth of a flower is often unknown to the ones who judge it for its utility. Because it’s true glory lies in preserving its beautiful, delicate self… while being surrounded by the thorns.

The Silent Sweet wave

If he could burn,

Basis someone`s sweet will,

Insignificant he would be.

For his actions speak:

The one defeated by perceived power

Is the one who forgot to acknowledge his own.

For the greatness lies in him,

Greater than any intellectual being.

Greater there has ever been.

He could speak the difficult with ease

Fearlessly say what he really feels.

For his power lies in his emotional heart,

The heart no one cared to see.

For he fights silently,

The wars unknown.

He fights within,

Often alone.

Who can challenge defeat?

To a truth like him.

Could power conceal?

The fire he holds beneath.

He smiles like a winner,

At self defeat.

Knowing there are greater battles,

To be won in the court of the Omnipresent.

He shines as a winner,

Yet, untouched by greed or hate.

Like a humbled soul,

Like a silent sweet wave.