Moving forward

They say, I should move on.

But I would rather move forward,

With your memories intact,

Till the end of my existence.

Butterflies

All that is necessary  to bloom,

is already cocooned within our own selves.

No words or actions of others,

Can stop us from metamorphosing,

into butterflies.

The good poet

A good poet writes poetry for everyone, still,
writes as if you are the one being talked to.
As if the words on the paper are meant  just for you.
As if the emotions are only for you to be felt.
The love,the longing, the pain the heartbreak all for you.

Who writes like you are being held in an embrace tightly.
As if you are safe inside the blanket of the woven poem.
As if the world spins around only for you.
The life, the lessons, the gratitude, the prayers all for you.

It's like magic! uplifting people, giving them hope.
Making them look forward to another day,
waiting for life to keep happening,
In a brand new way.

Alive & kicking.

Don't miss out on anything while at home...

Sail on the ship of clouds,
swim in the ocean of sky,
breathe the air around you,
let the Moon show you the way.

Close your eyes,
let your imagination loose,
bask in the warmth of your loved ones,
feel the sand under your toes.

Break the barriers of limitations,
grow each day as a person,
taller in tolerance, fatter in love,
harness the impossible into submission.

Hear the birds chirping,
the squirrels screaming,
the cuckoo singing its heart out,
let the positive vibes set in.

World is not the best place right now for living,
but it's the only one we have got,
so, cherish each passing day,
for you are still alive and kicking.

The Healer

Why  the roller coaster of emotions?
Highs and lows, hugs and blows.
One day lovestruck and taken,
Next day completely heartbroken.

Is it actually someone else's doing?
Or one's inner battles.
Neglecting our own consciousness,
Letting others rip it to tatters.

Would it happen if we loved our souls more?
Than the one's who is breaking it.
Expecting others to make you better,
When you are your own best healer.

Life

There is more to life than pleasure and pain.
The universe is out there for experiences to be gained.

Life needs to flow like a fresh water river.
Emotional stagnation shouldn't stop it ever.

Armed with armour of knowledge and love.
Explore the world and rise above.

For life is not only about  personal happiness,
It's  about  what is our role in the world and usefulness.

Getting used to.

Getting used to the Sun rising,
from behind buildings, instead of mountains.
Getting used to the Moonshine,
having to compete with the bright lights.

Learning to like the concrete jungles,
Instead of the hills and lakes.
Learning to love the patch of green,
amongst the high-rises, instead of endless span of trees.

Adapting to breathe in air, less clean,
than the one we took for granted.
Adapting to survive life and its surprises,
learning, getting used to, as each day passes.

Temporary ripples.

Sometimes, the pain gets excruciating, 

emptying the lungs off all the air, 

leaving us gasping for survival.

The heart ache so acute,

that it renders the body invalid,

crawling to get through the days.

Hope is lost, 

happiness becomes just a word, 

the world seems to be like a sinking ship. 

But, it's just a phase, rest assured,

You will breathe again,

you will get up and walk again,

you will swim to the shore, in one piece.

For life is life, 

It flows, like a river,

nothing is permanent or stagnant,

be it pain or pleasure.

Life journey.

 Life is a journey, have heard and read a hundred times. The journey is unique. One of its kind.
People keep travelling towards the unknown all their lives.
Everyday they set different goals. They travel towards what they think is most important to them.

 Just like our own existence, our journeys are also absolutely  different from any one else's. People's priorities, their passions, their interests are as different as the patterns of the snowflakes. No two are ever alike. And these constitute and decide the path one chooses.

Life journeys are like the water flowing in a river, it never returns to flow at the same place. Life is like the fingerprint. It cannot be copied.
Still, we gauge our depths and distances covered with some body else's measuring tools. As a result even our units don't match.

The bricks of  our  journey's foundations are exclusive, they are laid by our birth, the people in our lives. Our pain, our sorrows. Joys and pleasures, our losses and gains. They are laid by our principles, our upbringing, our character and personality which is baked in the kiln of life. Making them distinctive.

Still we torture ourselves with harsh comparisons, making the mistake of comparing it with other's journeys.

Dusk

It's always hard to say goodbye to the source of light,
the one that spreads happiness, joy and delight.

Only hope keeps one going through the night,
waiting for the dawn to break, for morning  bright.

Waiting patiently for the warm sunshine to embrace tight,
the entire existence of one's being, making everything right.

Expression of being.

Sometimes words are not enough to pacify.
Showing the presence of one's being is necessary.

Expression of a mental bond imperative.
Existence of attention needs to be declarative.

Holding a hand in times of need important.
Offering a shoulder to cry on, a reinforcement.

So shake off that inhibition and make your presence felt.
You never know who is waiting for that aura,
 to make their hearts  melt.

The Sunrise

Like the Sun, piercing darkness everyday, 

unveiling the face of morning,

peel off the layers of pretensions, one by one and bare the soul,
revealing the truest form of oneself.

Open up all the locked secrets of the heart and set them free,
attaining peace within yourself.

Time.

Time is passing by, like sand escaping steadily in an hour glass.
Burden of emotions making the heart heavier everyday.
No amount of future will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through our fingers today.

Those seconds are turning into minutes and minutes into hours.
Life is passing us by, while we keep delaying hours into days.
No amount of pride will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through our egos today.

Time doesn't wait for anyone, treating everyone the same.
It will be over before we realize, turning us to dust, just names.
No amount of owing up will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through indecisiveness today.

Grab it and make the most of it, uncork the bottled up rages.
Forget, forgive, hate, love, but just get it over with today.
No amount of regrets will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through indifference today.

Respect it, fear it, rejoice at the prospects it holds.
For time is time, it's elusive, it cannot be tamed.

Temptations

Everyday, when we resist temptations,
we redeem ourselves.
Move one step closer to atonement.
Another step towards salvation.

We open the locks, one by one,
Of the fears which cage us.
Fears, which make us invalid.
And win them over.

We free the heart, one string at a time,
of all  the corruption.
Corruption, which selfishness births.
And cleanse it with kindness.

Contentment

When the heart is content, and desires nothing more, the soul is calm, without any resentment.

Anxiety falls away from the mind like a waterfall, quickly, mercilessly, violently, leaving calm in its wake.

Life meanders its way through mountains and valleys, flowing silently, gravely, turning into a lifeline for others.

When the heart is content, it accepts more, forgives more, is ready to sacrifice for others.

Anticipation of future doesn't cause fear, the past is happily stored in the pages of  mind's albums.

Life gets easier, everything is no more a battle, winning or losing doesn't make much difference,

for vanquished and victorious are both your very own.

Pre monsoon-3

Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the tender buds to break out into clusters of petals and sepals.

Delicately shivering in the wet morning breeze,
attracting bees and butterflies with their faint magnetic fragrance.

Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,
the flowers to outnumber the leaves, the colours to contrast with the greens.

Bunches of reds, whites, pinks, tenderly bowing with their weights.
intoxicating the passer-by with their sweet scent and beauty.

Waiting for the monsoon, so that the Earth could come alive,
succeeding in imparting life, which only the magical rain water could give.

Waiting one day at a time, for the dark clouds to loom,  for that abrupt shower,
to turn into consistent downpour.

Words

Words strung together like exquisite pearls,
Like a beautiful lucky charm for any girl.

Uncomplicated like a string of diamonds,
Simple, sparkling, splendid and uncommon.

Littered around like thousands of shells on a beach,
Hand picked separately, phrased together for each.

Spilling out from a pen, what heart wants to read,
like the very breath that all living so desperately need.

Words weave magic, sometimes the truth, sometimes a web of lies.
For words are words, it is actions with which a person is defined.

To the young adult

They say, your inner thoughts are your most loyal friends.
Inspiring you, motivating you, giving you strength to carry on.

Unfortunately, they are your most dissuading foes too.
Discouraging you, demotivating you, sucking the strength out of your life.

Control your own thoughts for you can't control others'.
Instill positivity in your own mind, for you can't remove negetivity from others'.

let your own thoughts guide you, let the light inside your heart shine through.
Don't give others the power to penetrate your soul.

People are people, some love, some hate, some are calmly indifferent.
Their words, their actions should not be given precedence over your own.

You are who you are, for you were meant to be like that.
Cherish yourself, value yourself, be your own ideal.

No one but you are the protagonist of the drama of your life.
Be happy, be peaceful and applaud yourself.

Tempest of Emotions

Tempest of emotions churning inside the stomach.
Unbearable pain which fails to subside.

Huge void which gets deeper everyday.
The absence of feelings arise.

Continuous pining for missing aura.
Dwelling within swollen heart.

Thoughts haunting like ghosts.
Clinging like vines.

Waiting for return.
Of presence.

Which imparts,
Life.

Dreams

Dreams are dreams, inconsequential, only, if they are just  dreams. So...
Dream a little, dread them a little, dare a little, don't let them gather dust.

Dust them, oil them, pull them towards meaningfulness. To pursue...
Plan a little, play with them a little, progress a little, fail miserably if you must.

Open up the mind, think outside the box, focus, don't let thoughts wander...
Wait a little, work on it a little, worship the idea a little, gift yourself your own trust.

Thus realize dreams, turn thoughts into truth, keep the window to your heart open...
Live a little, laugh a little, long a little, give life a loving thrust.