And I am walking...

I am walking,

Into the waters,

Of nothingness.

Sinking in bit by bit,

Inch by inch.

It`s calm in here, 

Like a protected cocoon,

So still and serene.

Like it won`t consume, 

or contribute...

Like it will, 

Just let you be.  

Cautious steps, 

Careless heart..

How do you control?

What was born wild.

Being one with still. 

Peace of a strange sort.

No conversations, 

No noise, 

But a silent embrace. 

Finally I am walking, 

Into those waters,

Of nothingness.

Sinking in bit by bit, 

Inch by inch,

A little more,

Everyday.

Peace with reality.

In me,

I found you.
Memories stored,
In every cell,
And every speckle of being.

In me,
I found the wound.
Old, dry, yet fresh.
Painful, forgone,
Yet intact.

In the journey,
of self.
I found me,
Every step outwards,
Was a step inwards.

In the abstract nothingness,
I found me,
Evaluating it all,
Like a third person.
Impressed, yet disturbed,
Proud yet concerned.
Connected yet so aloof.

 In contradictions,
I found meanings.
Of life, and after,
Of peace and disasters.

In you,
I found me.
Insignificant, purposeless,
Ignored and prosaic.
Like a moment that wasn't born.
Like a feeling that never existed.

In this non-entity,
I found peace,
Made with reality.

Soul.

Mind, a whirlpool of thoughts.

Each entangled in another. 

In stories, reality & dreams,
In truth, lies & imaginations.
Stuck & consumed.

In the black hole,
Of nothingness,
Numbness prevails.
Where mind meets peace.

Peace of another kind.
That elevates & comforts.
Peace that embraces,
Forgives & refrains.

That moment,
Where nothing matters,
Like nothing, ever did.

That moment,
Where the soul slides,
Over the river of completeness.
In isolation & solace.

This feeling,
This moment,
This state,
An endless delay.
An endless desire,
A solemn hope.

Someday, One day,
The mind will sync with the heart.
One day, Someday,
The whirlpool will halt.
And may be,
Just may be,
Peace will encircle the soul. 

Dismiss.

That door.

The closed one.
The deaf one.
The heartless one.

No,
I am not knocking on you..
You have been closed,
too long.

Hold yourself hard.
Harder.
Grow more..
More heartless,
More cold.

Dismiss me,
Again.
A hundred times.
May be more.

One day,
Someday,
You will see the shiny sun.
Over that inviting horizon.
Compelling you to embrace,
Accept and endure.

That moment,
That time,
When you step out..
of your nothingness,
and your darkness induced ego,
towards that brightness.
I will see you there.

I will recognize you.
Will even smile at you.

Yes,
With a smile.
I will dismiss you..
Then,
Once and for all.   

That was his love.

He silently slips in,

The intoxicating dose of his love.

In his own sweet ways, 

He adds and subtracts colors.

She ought to love him,

And more. 

He ought to let her,

And more.

He speaks little, 

Does a little more. 

He hides the sea,

And controls the storm. 

She falls in love with him,

Over again,

Each time they meet. 

And he lets her. 

That intoxicating love,

has her addicted. 

The story continues, 

And she feels drugged. 

He adds more colors,

And thinks of more. 

She lets him paint her, 

In his love.

He tries harder,

to bring down the moon. 

She embraces. 

He tries. 

She remains inexpressive.

He tries. 

Until it forms a symphony,

Pushing her to participate. 

And colors keep making,

 new colors.

Today, 

On their own. 

Poetry & Prose

She was poetry.

He was prose.

They met at a few sentences,

Those were the best lines one ever wrote.

She would tease, with the dots of incomplete conversation…

And he would trigger her mind with details.

She loved cryptic.

He loved plain.

Opposites created a symphony,

When poetry fell in love with prose.

The words found meaning, Emotions got wings.

Those were the best lines one ever wrote.

Red.

She was in love with the color red. Like a red flower she would bloom in every row of beauty. Everything she owned needed to be red. The perfect dress, the perfect setting, the perfect pain, everything. It was an obsession of a kind. A meaningless association, gripping her heart, mind and soul. Like, red was the color she owned, like it belonged to her, like she felt complete with it. It was a strange bond. 

Often lost in her own, she would think, what if the whole world was just red...all the greens with a tinge of red, sky so blue with a shimmer of red, the browns with a flirty little sprinkle of red, the orange with a monopoly of red, the pinks with a blush of red. It would be so prefect, so beautiful, so complete. 

She did not have many friends, no one really cared to befriend her either. Her lonely self, dug deep in the world of her imagination, which was busy, noisy and consuming. She spoke to herself often and that was the only conversations she would have. Estranged from the world, yet close to her true color, she lived an anxious life.  

A life that was forsaken with an incomplete relationship. Forsaken with an endless wait. Just, forsaken. 

The red lamps street, where she saw him last. Her eyes glued to it forever. She filled them with a picture so detailed that it would scare the world if she`d even care to explain. 

It was here, where she shot him. It was this moment where she saw her love, her only love, her truest feelings for the last time, ever. Yes, she killed him. 

It was the last time she walked this lane. With red lamps. She was attached to them all. That road where he lay dead. She looked at him and then her hands, drowned in the color of his blood. Her Kohl socked eyes - dry, scattered and lost. There he lay, the only possession of her life. And this time round too, it is she who had lost him, forever. 

A handsome man, with deep feelings. His voice to die for, his perfume so intoxicating, he was the man  who loved every bit of her. Even her obsessions.  Back then, her obsession was just him. 

There was a tiny little space in the huge world that belonged to them. Sunk deep in the river of love, cleansed with true feelings. It was unreal. 

From that door he gently walked out once and came back a criminal. Possessed with a strange poison called revenge. He would kill anything that came his way. It was never the same again. 

In the name of an obsessive faith he killed, in the name of a shallow belief he killed. In his blinded kaya he killed. She lost him back then again. He was hers, but not really. He loved her, but not really. He lived with her, but not really. 

She knew it was time. Her every attempt to save him, failed. She called him to the red lamps lane. The lane that was their favorite. She shot him, in his head and then blew few more bullets into his veins. His blood gushed outside of his body. The only color she saw remained. 

His memory was what she to live with. For her it was RED.

The phase.

Silent pensive heart,
Seeks nothing.
Acts indifferent,
Lost and Low too.

That phase,
Which needs expression.
That phase,
Will pass too.

The moment where pain reaches the core,
Conversations share no stories.
And smiles lose their meaning.
In that empty space of realization..
The little bud on a bloom,
Prays to remain a bud forever.

For it needs not to grow,
Or flourish, or shine.
For it doesn't want to be colored
Or judged or bruised by those who do.

For it feels untouched and pure.
For it feels virginal and sure.
For the world is out there to take away,
Everything it ever had.
For it is not ready to lose,
The best of itself everyday.

Kill the world must,
Die it will.
But to come to life,
It may chose never to.
In that world of immortality,
it rather remain, insignificant.

The only prayer.

Inspiration, please find me. Lost is what I feel without you. Insignificant and empty. Soulless and restless too. 

Let the light shine in my heart. Let it form words, and sentences I never imagined before. Let that sour writer`s soul rule over mine and craft magical nothings that touch the heart. 

Let those secrets out that form beautiful observations. Something everyone resonates to. Something not many understand and something that remains forever, carved somewhere in oblivion. 

Silence

There are times when every thing around you goes silent. The social networking sites, people, Gtalk, mobile phone, music,wind, sea. Just about everything.
And you wonder why?

Lost happiness.

You know something is wrong, when you can't remember the last time you were truly happy.

A Traveler

Grew silent.     

Indifferent and unstable too.

Quenched every greed

Shook, trembled.

Confirmed alive.

Mind travels,

And you ought to follow.

Heart believes,

And you ought to agree.

Vision, fades and decays.

Shades of colors

And shades of people

Greet, embrace and extinguish.

Some share, some steal, some fake.

You live, deal, and outgrow.

Walking each mile,

Projects new hope.

May be this is it…

May be, this is it…

Or MAY be, NOT.

Richer you grow,

With every new step.

Directionless, aimless,

Like a bird.

Sailing in the skies,

With peace to keep company

Blissful, lost, alive.

Walk one must.

Walk one has to.

Often alone.

With hope as residue.

And currency of experiences.

Distance often,

Encourages new folds.

A story to tell.

A prayer to offer.

A moment to rememeber,

And a lot more to forget.

May be this is it…

May be this is it…

Or MAY be,

Not.

The change.

The breeze was at its nastiest best and her hair continued to be out of control. By the sea, she stood alone, late at night, looking at the sky. She wore a white gown, and she let the sand touch it, soil it, add its own color to it. Everything around her seemed to be having a conversation and she on the other hand was silent. She is used to coming to this place often. For peace, for freedom and to witness the romance of the sea and the moonlight. 

She loved freedom, because it never came easy. She often greeted it with a flirtatious smile. And then craved for it all the time.

She loved to travel, and was addicted to change. She could just about go anywhere alone. She pretended to need no one, and be perfectly happy with her nomadic life. Like an aimless kite, she would fly away. Travel, explore and discover. With a smile on her face, she would be one with nature. She had chosen this life for herself. She liked being lost. She was lost.

Lost is denial, lost in dreams and everything void of reality. She never understood rules, regulations, may be she just never wanted to. She was careless. She was carefree. She was free.

Why would she even care about anyone anyway? Her childhood found maturity rule over it. She learnt to be a lady before she could be a girl. She learnt to let go before she could ever have anything to hold on to. She was a slave. A slave to her wishes. A slave to love. A slave to his love. And he, was a player.

He loved her, or may not. But he showed it more often than said it. He would kiss her goodnight, every night. Stay by her side. Let her be and be with her. Be away and be with her. Be together and be with her. He was a charmer. And she just knew how to love. He knew what she liked. She knew how he liked it. He knew how to fake it. And she never learnt to read it. Together they sang melodies of love.

He came like breeze from no where, and settled in even before she knew, he was a part of her life. He was an achiever, but only in her eyes. He had an intoxicating smile, and a towering personality. He was simple, yet complicated. He was true, yet a liar. He was intelligent, yet a pretender. He was a perfectionist and yet so messed up. He loved himself the most. And she loved him the most.

The love tale lasted 5 years. She changed. He changed. She changed for him. He changed for him too. She gave all she had. He took all she had. Shared they nothing, yet, everything.

Like a fleeting moment, she knew it was time. One fine day, she got up and walked away. He waited all evening, but he was alone. He waited all night, but he was alone. He waited for 2 years, and alone.

The change he brought in her, let her go away from him. She suddenly realized freedom. She was free. Free of him, free of his memories, free of expectations. And he was free too.

She stops by the sea often, to witness the romance of the moonlight and the sea, still passes a silent smile and makes an innocent wish, at every shooting star. He taught her independence, freedom, and to love herself. He learnt nothing, gave nothing and missed everything. Above all, he missed himself the most.

Chance.

A clean page, and anxious words.        
Romance gives it color.
Hopeful, hopeless in love.
A dream, a deed, a commitment, a betrayal.

The words, her lips.
The passion in the way she says it.
Helpless and strong,
He believes, feels, experiences.

Sung, unsung the distant melodies.
Pain, pleasure all at one.
She will, She will not.
He will, He will not.
Live it through.

Mind in a storm,
Peaceful, loud, lost.
Careful & generous at the same time.
Sure and confused too.

Her smile, his fodder.
Her wish, his destiny.
Her fears, his struggle.
Her love, his responsibility.
Her faith, his belief.
And she, his story.

The first step,
The last one.
To begin,
Not to end.
Let love, get a chance.

She agrees, disagrees.
Knows and forgets.
She fears, and dwells.
Gives in, gives up.
Understands, questions.
Speaks up, remains silent.

The moment,
A lifetime.
The first step,
Towards forever,

Begins and Ends. 

Forever tale

Her happiness. That's what he asked for. 'Given' is what she said. He sat there in front of her for a few minutes in shock. He kept looking at her. Staring into her face. Like he was looking at a stupid in love sitting there. But she could not care. Her eyes were wide. Her curly hair messy. Her black gown fit her just too well. And she looked fearless. Her lips dry, her confidence on a high. She looked at him with euphoria in her eyes. 

For a bit, he got lost. As if he was juggling between the right and the wrong. In his head, he took steps forward and backwards many a times. He looked silent, but was busy talking to self. His tall personality, could never hide the innocence he held in his dark brown eyes. His grey coat still looked prim and proper, and his hair so well groomed. That was his style. But he was lost. Lost in time. Lost in words. Lost in her eyes. 

Suddenly the door slammed cos of the wild wind outside. I think it is going to rain she said. I don`t know he replied. She looked at the man, who she believed knew it all. She then whispered, I was talking about the rain! 

He suddenly got up and left the room in silence. Her eyes followed him till the end, he did not look back. She knew he was gone.

Two months later, she woke up to a loud sound of lightening, and it rained. She got out into the terrace, drenched herself and cried. She said to herself, I hope you know I am waiting.

Four years passed. She hadn't heard from him. In her heart she knew she was waiting. She knew he had gone only to return. Suddenly she hears the door bell ring. She gets a courier. The letter was addressed to her and was from him. The pages were plenty, but empty. He has nothing to say. Even after four years, he has nothing to say? she shouted to herself in loneliness. 

Her happiness is what he had asked for, and 'given' is what she had said. She could not go back on her words. And he could not come back to her. 

Six years, two months later. She woke up to a beautiful sunny day. She hadn't forgotten about him but promised to never look back that way. She looked out of her window, which opened into the green mountains. She knew, she was some where else. Her memory was leaving her. And she was letting it go. She hung her hair from the window, and let the sun kiss her face. She smiled to herself and then cried. She felt lost, more than ever. 

Suddenly she hears the door bell ring. She expects no one. And nothing. Very reluctantly she opens the door. No, it wasn't him. It wasn't even the courier. It was a small boy holding up a rose. She smiled and asked about his whereabouts. The little boy said I am back. She was surprised and shocked at the same time. Who was that child? and where was he back from? The little boy said, your happiness is all he asked for, and I know your answer was 'given'. 

Shell shocked, she runs to her beloveds house only to learn he was lost during the war. The army couldn't find their fellow soldier, to bring him back home. The little boy was his brother, who lived with him. 

They both walked back together. She wasn't sad. She was happy. Someone suddenly killed her loneliness, she was glad the boy was related to him.

Today, while she continues to bring up his brother, in her heart she waits for him. She knows he will be back, some how. And the door bell rings....

She had her ways.

He sat there in silence. Like a storm had just kissed him. He was less silent more still. His eyes spoke a story which his dry lips could never narrate. His hair seemed rough and scattered. That was never his style. There was an open  book on the table, of which the wind generously blew away the pages.

His silence now started to trouble her. And she asked the obvious. He looked at her and then looked away. She was at her patient best. She went in and came back with some coffee. He looked at her again only to look away.

While she placed one mug on the table and held the other. She looked concerned. He then dug himself into the book lying on the table and stopped by a page.

He looked at her. She looked back attentively. He put before her a line written by his beloved. He found that book years after her death. The lines read,"for every time you lay in silence, remember I will come to you in the warmth of that sunlight. And if it ain't sunny, remember me as a beam in that sparkling night."

They both sat quiet starring at the sky. It was a sunny day and after a while he said," those were her last words for me, and I find them today, on a sunny afternoon so bright". She knew not what to say. She could feel his pain. She gave him a warm hug.

When he tried to embrace it he found himself alone in the balcony. He then in a deep voice said,"and she had her strange ways".

Water

She thought they had abandoned her & dried away. Things, would just pierce her heart and move on. As moist as her eyes looked, they weren't.

In his name, she knew they will return. And in abundance. She knew they will not come alone. They will bring along the pain she continues to push behind.

She knew, it might feel light having them around, but she feared being left with a heavy heart, long after they are gone.

She still suppresses the pain. And does not think of him. She still chooses to keep them away from her eyes. They often make them look moist. But she hasn't felt water. Its been a while. A worth while.

Maturity.

Shattered. Numb. Indifferent.

Real. Defied. Accepted.

Fall. Walk. Lay.

Smirk.Experience.Grey.

Sing. Dance. Dance. Watch.

Crib. Cry. Listen.

Share. Express. Hide.

Friendly. Selective. Loner.

Burn. Dwell. Let go.

Observe. Assume. Know.

Seek. Grant. Endure.

Learn. Teach. Learn.

Witness. Witnessed. Perish.

Look up to. Look Down Upon. Respect.

Deny. Accept. Ignore.

Deceive. Believe. Mature.

Calling Upon.

I stare at my phone, sometimes for hours together. There are times when I know who to call and dial the number. There are times when in spite of having 500 contacts on my phone I call no one. Very diligently I scroll through the names, one by one and sometimes in great speed. Very softly I stop by a few, read the names and then the numbers and move on. These are the times when I know I need to talk to myself and the fact I don't come on the contact list.

I often grow silent to myself and do the in tuned things to my best. I run away from the burn out and quietly tuck away the cribs of my heart. I feel some thing within me needs my attention. And I look at my phone for hours together and don't know who to call.

Here and there.

She calls me,

Sometime in a sweet voice.

She winks carefully,

Yet, generously.

My faith in life,

Springs, turn and upturns.

And I know,
At the end, there is still more to come.

I want.

The universe shouts around me.
Explains am lost.
Everything seems to be having an identity here.
Some uncommon, some known to all.

The uncommon die,
Leaving a few bleeding hearts.
The known live,
Forever, somewhere.

I don`t want to be immortal.
But I want to be known.
As the one who made a difference.

My wealth shall be the people,
Who love me.
My glory shall be in the times,
I stood up for some one.

My deeds shall be remembered,
As the ones, that brought another life.
I want to be remembered,
Like that insane memory,
That refuses to decay.

I don`t wish to fill,
Pages of some popular history book.
I do wish to fill,
Some hearts with my thoughts.

I want to be remembered,
For everything I wasn't.
I want to be cherished,
For this emotional heart.

I want to be known,
For the words I spoke.
I want to be connected,
Long after I am gone.

Tomorrow.

There is a tomorrow,

Am unable to describe.

It lies in front of me.

Seeks attention, desperately.

The time is slipping.

So is my life.

The shades are getting darker.

The light, brighter.

Far away somewhere,

It seems there is more.

Gives a hazy picture, 

Milky white in color.

I feel blind.

Sometimes, even deaf.

Beyond that familiar horizon, 

Beyond those common smiles,

Beyond those heartaches,

Beyond You,

There is something waiting,

Just for me.

Shining sometimes, 

Shy to the core,

It flirts with my mind.

It hints a surprise.

Oh! colorful flowers, of tomorrow.

I love my today.

But I can't wait,
To have you around. 

Show up.

Yes, you have my attention now!

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.

War to defeat

The war of power,

the secret of fame,

the mist of dust,

lying hollow after the game!

The words of the leader,

the faith of the followers

the inevitable by the thinkers

..and the forsaken believers..

The unknown missions,

the insignificant know hows...

the paramount missing,

the story covered.

Hidden, protected, larger than life,

the miscellaneous, the unwanted, expressed...

Let the people burn, and we will say its love...

the theme of most stories,

the anthem of many disasters.

Simple, only the unaware innocent,

complex only the misfortune

Simple only the destruction

complex only to undo!

Love, put to shame,

love demeaned...

love flows down the eyes,

of those who receive!

The war of power,

the power so short lived!

The war of glory,

the glory, defeated by death!

The war to acquire,

nothing in the house of God!

The war to defeat,

defeat self, in the one fortunate, human birth!

The Chosen One

It has become so difficult to write anything. I guess my words have begun to fail me. Haven't been so silent before, silent to myself to begin with. I think I have stopped talking to myself, the usual fight of what I am, and what should be... haven't felt so speechless and inexpressive.

A single life shows you everything that you could think of.. everything you thought is not for you.. everything you thought you never deserved or may be you did! One single life with so many changes, complex situations, challenges, unchanged damages, broken dreams and the wild wants...One life to live it all and a lifetime to deal with.

I don't know where in this maze am I stuck... I don't think I even care to know now.. How does it matter, I feel stuck anyway! Everyone dreams of a perfect life.. a perfect memory a perfect moment.. what about those who don't dream of any of that? Someone like me, who wanted to live with surprises.. ya even the nasty ones..

I think when you don't dream of your prefect life, you may end up attracting more nasty than good surprises.. or may be you pass through the heaviest fire because you become the chosen one...ya right "The Chosen One".

So who is this chosen one.. and why is he the chosen one? No, i am not going to bestow some gyan of positivism.. I wish I was that positive to have any such gyan to emit. Or may be not.. I don't really need to be so idealistic anyway.

Chosen one becomes the one who sees his life twist and change every moment, with no happiness to stay longer, or sadness to end soon. Chosen one becomes the person who strives to make a difference everyday, and fails to make any. Or, feels hasn't made any.

He becomes the person who expects a lot from his own self. Hard work, harder effort, genuine feelings become his conscious traits. And the harder he works, the longer it takes for him to reap the fruits. The harder he strikes, the chances of his failure increase.

The chosen one, sleeps every night, hoping for a better tomorrow, after having pondered over enough about the present and the past. He strives to fight every battle he has to undertake, with self or others. He tries to live, to love, like the first time ever, every time... he says what he feels and feels what he says.. he think to talk and sometimes thinks after talking :)

For the many things he feels he has done just perfect, end up featuring in the list of mistakes in his life... for every moment of passion he expresses in the name of belief, faith or love.. feature as illogical in the list of many.

The chosen one, can live in the name of love, can give all he has.. in the same sinful name of love.. can lose all he ever possessed or gain everything he never wanted.. he lives for what his heart makes him feel... mind does not take the lead.. mind does not take nothing.. :) or may be.. sometimes.. something!

The little wish of heart, ends up becoming his reason to live.. the smile of someone important, becomes his agenda.. falls asleep, dreaming he lived his happiness, in the happiness of his beloved and sheds tears over his beloved's sadness.. he is one with people.. his vision can penetrate, deeper.. he can see, what others don't or what others don't want to... He says the heartfelt..

No doubt the chosen one goes through the roughest touch of God, destiny and ill fate at times, but he still wishes to live that beautiful life with surprises.. ya the nasty ones too..

Sometimes, in my solemn heart I feel, I am the chosen one.. sometimes.. in your solemn heart, you may feel that you are the chosen one too..... the fact remains.. that the chosen one passes through the heaviest fire, runs through the worst, in others vocabulary... in his own.. its just his life.

Safely dug somewhere are his dreams.. his child like tales and his silly imperfections.. may be it is this cocktail, that makes a chosen one... may be it is this undying need to be alive that makes a chosen one... may be it is his failures and his constant effort to strive hard, that makes the chosen one... yes, that same you.. and that same me, make the chosen one!

Sometimes...

Sometimes I feel that I have forgotten my own self... :-(

My take on conversations..

May be a conversation is not worth it, if it requires a whole lot of one sided effort...

Amaze

In this mystified amaze,
A unanimous will at gaze,
Sources of art at display.
The moment of each wave
Splashed at the shore of mind.

The black doors are far,
The frame to exhibit a power.
Running away in the wild,
Each spirit of the Might.
The glass to be clearly...
Deceptive in real.

Ask the carefree world around.
The reason for each deed.
The innocent to suffer,
The fraud to gain.
To real to destroy,
The fake to retain.

Chemistry of life,
Sequenced to shame.
Reasons unknown,
Why do we suffer?
When we are the only true.

The art of FAKEISM,
Is at display....
Come and take your pick....
Don't gaze at it with AMAZE!

THE GAME

Volcano eruption,
Heat tamed,
Names disclosed,
Teams made.
The massacre will speak,
The moment will hear,
Signature the world,
Let me dare!
Kings will rule?
Only time to teach.
Hell will win...
To the unknown game!
Death is truly,
The end unbelieved.
The sane lips swallow...
The smiles in pain.
Let the bell swing,
And bless the time.
Let all bare their deeds,
And get paid well in time!
Gravity rules...
The shocks decay!
There is no room for speech
SHUT UP and PLAY
The GAME of DEEDS.

Offer

Wish to define,
Something you and me feel.
Sensitive hearts,
Believe every story!
When did I not see,
What myth was shown?
I lived to believe,
Believe the unimaginable.

Today, when I realize...
Defeated, cheated and torn,
I feel quite lost...
What better a maze could be?

Questioning my intelligence,
Everything around me,
I survived every shock,
Felt the pain!

Scared and frightened
I tried to hide the guilt,
But...
The shame still found me...

Wiping every ones dust,
Left me so impure and unclean,
When asked for help,
Dust was offered to me.

They say 'HE' died for us,
And made everything sweet...
The nectar I haven't felt yet,
I truth I can't believe.

Ditched at, every step I took,
Bow more, than I rise,
I am every human in pain....
I am every you and me!!!

Lost

The pages I turn,
Answer no life!
The day slips by....

Mind showing me the way
To a distant blue path
Feel it sinking in the skin,
The innocent desires.

Soft music,
Roaring the far gone melodies,
For the sun sets today...
Tomorrow?

Missing the inside of me...
Blunder, I can't believe,
The silver beam,
Looking at the dark cloud.

Safe somewhere dug,
Unwind, uncoil,
The storm I see....
Surrendering....

Put through the heaviest fire....
Taking away the blame...
I burn not to give light...
........Darkness my friend....
Help me pass by.....

I see...

I see what the world shows. I weep at what the world does. I am the witness of many Yesterdays and Todays.

I see love, I see the hate... Sometimes I look in amaze with a twinkle. Sometimes I shy away...Sometimes I see the belongingness, and sometimes, just the sense of detachment.

I have seen dear dreams come true, in a shattered manner. I have seen it all.....

Sometimes, I rest to sleep, for comfort and peace. Her mind keeps me boggling, of all the pain She feels... She prays to Lord for justice....

I see.... I still see it all.....

Cancerian.....

They say you are sensitive...

You are productive and creative,

You cry a lot,

N' think it's just nothing that you've got!

You love to be pampered...

Quite tough to be tangled!

You bid for sympathy...

You're loved enough.....but still find scarcity...

Words can get you to smile,

N' coz eyes with tears....

It takes no time for you to forget and gear.

They say, you live in a dreamland

And don't quite belong to planet earth :p

No one alive could ever guess your moods,

Sometimes you cry, sometimes you smile,

Sometimes about your past you brood...

You're mysterious,

Quite like being secretive...

When life gets real,

You tend to be positive.

You save every emotion

With sensitive value...

You just can't stand being....

Rejected, criticized and hate ridicules...

You are in love with the moon,

N' quite act according to its phase....

Having you around,

Is a boon, which stays!

They say, they could never guess

What was I to believe...?

Hey! but I am just a Cancerian...

Yet, unrevealed!

Again?

Life is all about meeting all the people you want to forget...over and over again.

Arranged

Love me, for what I may not be, judge me, for what may be your perception!
Leave me, for no sin... yea; it is to do with you, not with me....
Patterns in this jigsaw puzzle, all disjoint, but relevant... simple, but indirect, real but deceptive!
Truth love is immortal, Reality, all love does not meet completion...
Truth, it is imperative, Reality, it dwells with time....
A hundred wishes, a hundred incomplete.... a simple acceptance... the world of love....
Yes, it is arranged... a weird risk... a unique exploration.
Be afraid of the deep river, or take that first dive... live with the inhibitions, or open up to a whole new world...
Smiles and giggles are here to stay,the warmth of love would not decay!
Take the leap, give it a chance....at least, you'd know, you gave it your best shot... :-)