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.

Thoughts in captivity.

Holding my thoughts captive for a while,
for they are different from other's.

Like the Shrew, they need to be tamed,
till they learn to be more obedient.

Kept in captivity, till they refine,
learn to gracefully merge with society's norms.

Will set them free, when they can mimic pretence,
 will be able to pass on as acceptable, with ease.

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.

The reflection.

Fascination with the heavenly bodies never ceases.
Whether it rises or sets, the golden glory always pleases.
The Sun plays games with clouds and water, eyes it teases.
Piece of sky captured in reflection, for a few fleeting moments.
Are the unforgettable, journey's trophies.

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.

Fiery Fall-6

Colours everywhere, the mind mesmerized.
Eyes trying hard to capture all details, the memory failing to memorize. Wonderment at the glory of nature, if only one could summarize.