Monday, 5 March 2018

The dreamer

She lives in a world of her own, waiting for the future.
The future visits everyday, touches her and is gone.
She keeps living in a world of her own.

Throwing out bits and pieces of herself, into the real world.
A half conversation, a story untold, an idea being raised for so long.
Portions of herself surviving in both halves, people getting her all wrong.

She lives in dream world of her own, anticipating the unseen.
The unseen reveals everyday, making itself known.
She keeps living in a world of her own.

Sometimes confused, sometimes awed, sometimes disoriented.
Walks in and out of the maze of society, refusing to obligate.
If only she could wipe out somethings everyday, starting with a clean slate.

She lives in an unreal world, longing for reality.
Reality checks itself everyday, the truth is  shown.
She still keeps living in a world of her own.

Saturday, 3 March 2018

The Staircase of life

Staircase spiralling up to the heaven or descending down to hell?
Taking you to the top or to the bottom of the well?

Reaching up for your dreams or treading on someone's dwell?
Lifting the spirits or making them scream and yell?

Helping someone climb or pulling down, only you can tell!
Laughing while climbing or crying when you fell!

Looking up in sweet anticipation or looking down with fear of unwell?
Initiating action or waiting lazily for the gong of the bell?

Climbing up or climbing down, hold tightly the hand of integrity, don't let your soul sell.
Protect it with trust and love, conceal it in tenderness and faith's shell.

And if you choose to reach the top, be like a beacon to the ships in the ocean swell.
Guiding them to safety of home, bidding troubles farewell.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal

Saturday, 24 February 2018

Harboured Emotions.

Hiding behind mountains of words,
Or dams of silence,
Outbursts of emotions.

Harbouring the electric energy,
Dangerous for sure,
When breached.

Mend the cracks,
For safety,

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

The lighthouse

Lone guardian of the limitless ocean.
Helping sailors in navigation.

Away from  dangerous reefs and coastlines.
Towards safe harbour's confines.

The guiding light to the ships.
Braving endless journeys & trips.

Bellower of the mighty warning horns.
During treacherous, thunderous storms.

Protector of tired sailors' last hope.
Encouraging them to cope.

In the darkness of moonless nights.
With merciful bright lights.

Standing tall for centuries till now.
Withstanding nature's fury somehow.

Constant companion to loneliness of Moon.
Like a friend, a boon.

Witness to miracles of nature everyday.
 It was there, it is here, it will stay.

Wednesday, 31 January 2018

To each his own.

Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?
Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?

Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?
Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?

Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?
Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?

Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?
Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?

Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?
Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?

 Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two  hearts beat as one?
Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?

To each his own, answers to questions vexed.
Everyone's idea of love, differs from the next.

What matters most is the experience of love.

Either  momentarily or for eternity.
Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.