As we move along the path of life, we realize its nothing we expect it to be. Our plans, imaginations, the blue print of how our life should be, doesnt really work.

Its nothing we can decide or think about. No. Life aint that slow.

Its comes so fast, often leaves us astounded, breathless and wondering what happened.

You cant sit and plan what to do. Thinking doesnt help. You oughta go out and get it. Or you'll be left behind. Its all about action. About working your way towards what you want to be. And where you want to be.

Try being static, and you're left nowhere. You'll be struck down so hard, it will be difficult to get up. Life wont wait for you. It just goes on. You gotta dust yourself up, and make your way to the top. Nobody's gonna do it for you. Its what you do. Its what's within you, and how much of it you put to use. Its about how much you are ready to sacrifice, for that one place that holds your heart.

Sooner or Later, we all realize what keeps us going on. What is the centre of our world.The origin of all emotions,The source of strength and essence of life.

For that, is what is worth fighting for. What we live for, is what we would die for.

We all try and move on in life. Away from the past. Away from what holds us and tries to keep us as captives. Away from all those feelings, memories and moments, which were once the reason behind our smiles.

But what do you do, when it doesnt want to let you go? What can you do when you try and break free but keep returning back to square one?

Do you not feel trapped, when every turn you take, leads you to the back to the same path ?

Do you not feel helpless, when all the things you want to forget, keep coming back to you?

What can one do, when life just stops listening and starts humming its own tune?

Should you just go with the flow or should you go back to the past to see whats keeping you there?

Do you brush it off with a shrug or do you see that there is some part of you left behind?

Does one realize that its not us holding on to the memories, but them holding on to us?

That the reason why we cant let go of something is because we are not supposed to. The reason why we cant make it a piece of history, is because that is the key to our future.

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There is more to life than just eating sleeping and working.. We all are so badly bound to make a living, we forget that we're supposed to make a life. So grounded we've become to the Earth, that our mind has forgotten how to fly. So robotic our routines have become, that we have no time to stop and think for a while, what are we doing? What was the initial purpose? And where are we supposed to go?

Sooner or Later, the heart shall answer. You were supposed to follow to your heart. To follow your passion. Because that exactly is what you were made to do, perfectly crafted, to reach that one place, where your inner voice would lead you. But it often drowns out among the rush of life. And we end up where we were never supposed to. Doing things, we never wanted to. And forgetting once again, that living doesnt mean being alive. Forgetting, that its okay to stop and smell the flowers. Its okay to stare up at the stars. Its okay to enjoy the rains. They all resonate to the same cosmic tune that our hearts dance to.. And so should we.

Under The Stars.

You and I

Together

Enveloped in this darkness

Under the stars

In each other’s arm

As we revel

In Joy.

Silence speaks

The perfect language

And in this moment

Of quiet solitude

We listen

As our hearts

Beat

To the same

Cosmic tune.

Cold, it is.

But warm, we are.

You and I

Together.

Time passes

And we watch

The changing colours

Of Twilight

The dim

But definite glow

At the horizon.

The silver stars

Are now gone

To come again

Another time.

So has the night

In your arms

Under the stars.

Verklempt

Moments

when words

hold no meaning

profound thoughts

so complex

unexplicable

overwhelming emotions

overpower.

Though silence

resounds in my head

yet

the heart

doesnt stop thinking

feeling

though everything else

is at a halt.

I stand

At a place between

sleep and awake

and its a very long way

to the either side.

Weird.

Silent reflections

The inner calling

Of where i want to be

Of the places i want to see

Mournful teardrops

As they slither down my cheeks

A broken heart

Shattered glass.

Remembrance

The joy that once was

The smiles all gone

The pain still resides

Though it hides.

Moments go by

And i stare up at the sky

The sun's long asleep

Stars blink and peep

And i sit through the night

The moon, my accomplice

Like me, he wanders

In search of his sun

Knowing they cant ever be one

How easy life would be, if there were no decisions to make. No options to choose from. Nothing to lose, in order to gain something else.
Life would be a straight journey. No sacrifices, no regrets.
No paranoia, a mind stressed over the wrong path chosen.
Never needing to think, how different life could be. Life would not be different if we didnt have options. If would be well decided and planned in advance, with us, just puppets in the hands of time. Dust of space.
And then, we would not have a rational mind. No need to think logically. Right or Wrong.
There would be no wrongs. There would exist only the right way.
And we would live away at out whims and desires.
No parallel universes, No parallel lives.
Just one fixed, monotonous ride to the grave.

Nostalgia

Today
This cold breath
Carries raw emotion
That, which was
Never expressed.
Nameless
Formless.
And yet,
It succeeds
In stirring
The pain
Which i had
Locked inside
An unknown place.
Time may heal wounds.
It may calm the raging fire.
But the memory never fades away.

When the walls around you break, and you take a view of reality, the so-called perfection practically fades away and you are left with a wounded heart. The missing pieces and empty places fill you with a pain so intense it gets difficult to breath.Living comes way later.
When you take a view of this reality, the disillusionment can hurt.

*You*

No,its not just a tear
Look at how it glistens
As it slides down
My cheek
Tracing the very same path
Which your fingers used to..
And it pauses at my lips,
You did too...

No, its not just a tear.
Look at it closely
Its a treasure trove
Of memories
Of the feelings and emotions
Stirred when you are near
And the piercing pain
When you're not here.

Its not just a tear
Its a piece of my heart
A bit of 'us'
When we're apart ..

Dont fear the tears
Ill make it through
They're very close to me...
They're a reflection of you.

What are you afraid of?

Are you afraid of the dark?
of the stillness and the silence?
Of the shadow that seems to move around?
Are you afraid of being cold and empty?
And the presence that surrounds?
Do you try to cover your ears
When you have voices from within?
And drown them by that rational mind
Saying there’s nothing of this kind?
Are you afraid of taking a step?
Fearing you might fall down?
Or are you scared that there’s no one
To lift you from the ground?

Why are you afraid of the dark my dear?
Why does it give you a fright?

You always feared words & truth
You were afraid of sight
You were always too scared to know
You were afraid of light!!
You tried to drown the feelings inside
You thought you were always right.
They kept trying to hold you back.
But you kept walking towards the night!
How can someone save your fall?
You never opened your heart.
You were afraid to love because,
You were afraid to part.

Into the darkness you led yourself
You left the sunrays bright,
Are you afraid of the dark my dear?
Or are you afraid of light?

love can ..

When things start falling apart and don't go where they were supposed to, we are forced to re examine our life from a step behind and find out how and where it all went wrong.
Where did we sink ? Which path did we take ? Which bridges did we miss ? Which roads did we cross ? And why, for heavens sake, did we end up in a dark cave on the top of a steep cliff, where any careless step can be disastrous ?
Why, oh why ?

And then sometimes, we cant do it all by ourselves. All paths appear hazy, and all bridges appear to be linking the same hills .. Too many cross roads, and no sign of directions.

At that time, we do need a hand, perhaps a shoulder too.
We need a new set of eyes, to look at things from a different perspective and explain the view.
It might take some time to trust that the hand wont let go, or that the shoulder means forever..
But for the heart that believes, love can carry you through the hardest times.

The Door Within

After the work of the day finishes
My to-do list all checked and done,
As the dark pall falls on Earth,
After the setting Sun

I quietly retire from the chores
And tip-toe to that place in the nook
Where no one can reach me for a while
Where no one can look.

Where I don’t have to hear voices
Other than that of my heart.
Where I don’t need to sacrifice
Where I don’t need to part.

Where my dreams come alive
and no feelings suppressed.
A life full of passion,
No love repressed.

As I sneak away from this world,
To the edge of my mind
I open the door within me,
In there, myself I find.

What would you do

If you weren’t afraid?

With only your heart to support you

And no powers great.

Would you take that step

Into the darkness unknown ?

Swim the deep seas

Where dangers have grown?

Would you risk the jump

Without fearing the fall?

Would you climb that mountain

If you could only crawl ?

Would you give life all you could

Even if it threw to you, dirt.

Would you love till the end of time

Without fearing any hurt ?

I know not what was

nor what shall be.

Here I am, on this tiny blue speck hurtling across dark infinite space.

But how is it so ?

Was it just chance ?

Or that a momentary alignment of planets changed what could have been

and made things the way they are now.

Then perhaps I owe my existence to a distant star in the sky..

It could have changed its mind and then maybe i would have been on a far away planet in some corner of the universe..with green skin and eyes the size of footballs and when i would speak, it would sound like 'glauber glum thwarpt' to the ears i have now.

But I’m here. And not there.

There must be some reason as to why I am where I am today.

So I start my journey

with these little steps

the dim sunshine

and a distant star or two.

I know not where I am going

I see no path

I let my heart give the directions

knowing it will lead me right.

There must be something else

Beyond the veil.

Because such perfection cannot be random.

There must be a delicate balance .. A very thin line..

Separating order and disorder.

Blossoms

I’m just a tiny bud

waiting to open up

to the world

and reveal the inner flower.

I’m a tender bud

which my mom tends with care

with gentleness and affection

and all the love that is there.

I’m still new to the world

and I need my time

to grow used to the storms

and the bright sunshine.

I’m yet too fragile

and the thorns here and there

Are often too much

and painful to bear.

I curl up and close

as the night draws near

I have a little heart

and the darkness it fears.

I stand all through

Looking out for light

The leaf beside me whispers:

“It will be alright”.

The morning star rises

and so follows the sun

Spreading warmth and sunshine

the darkness Undone.

I shine in the glory

and outside as you see,

A dew drop glistens

And slides over me.

Days pass and nights

of mist and dew drops

of storms and thunder

and rainbows across.

And then finally,

As the morning star always

heralds the Sun,

Today was the day.

The air was so different

And just at daybreak

as I came out of slumber

And Earth was awake,

Something moved inside me

something did change

I could feel the wave

It wasn’t the same.

The petals unfurled

New colours to see . . .

And I blossomed into

The flower in me.

Looking out for my northern star

In this vast sky

Scattered with numerous stars

Each, a king of his own universe.

Each, the supreme ruler of the children dependant on it.

Looking out for its majestic glow

Which captures the heart so,

That it sees no other.

Hypnotized by its radiance

And its place in this celestial world.

The star of the stars

Can keep its crown.

Defying the laws of gravity,

My universe revolves around

The star of my heart.

The early rays of the morning sun.. As it remains hidden below the horizon..

Twilight.

The day begins.

A new chance, to bring a smile, to give a hug.

Another day, to share a cup of tea, special memories.

An opportunity, to do the things undone.

A fresh start for beginnings, not for ends.

Every morning, seeing the dim stars and the moon hide in their dark caves as the glowing sun rolls over..

Daybreak.

And then seeing it surprised as the cool and fluffy clouds emerge, out of thin air, and overshadow its golden glare.

Then starts the gentle breeze, growing stronger and more playful.. The wind swirls..

As if tempting the raindrops out of their shelter, into the sky.

Rain showers.

I stand amazed, as i witness the intricacies of nature in front of my eyes, and yet, so simple. So beautiful.

An inspiration for me, to be reborn. To find the missing pieces, to be complete.

Another enchanting day, as i go out in the world, in search of my lost happiness. .

Sitting in the open

Out in the fresh air

I catch a wiff in the breeze .. Is this simple scent, the beginning of what we mortals call the complex emotion of immortal love?

It fills me with a feeling

Ive never known before.

Completeness..

This must be it then .. Overwhelmed,

I follow the trail..

Through darkness and light .. All through fantasy lands .. Seeing fairy tale times .. And horrors that shake and break ..

From caves, out in the sunshine. Finally appreciating it.

Around this world and those beyond the invisible, back to your heart i return.

To stay there forever, having found the ultimate in you.