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.