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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.