How does it feel

How does it feel; to play and not want to win
How does it feel;yet to feel guilty of not trying to win
How does it feel to know; when you realize it was something you never should have known
How does it feel to want to break in those arms and cry
when you know those arms don't want you to gather up into what you were
How does it feel to want to run away from life to have a breath.
How does it feel to have a storm of questions within and no will to ask lest you are met with the same disquieting quiet

Winter descends on some hearts Just to get the right background The right ambience for a camp fire With poetry for company Memories for symphony And new resolves as the spirit that runs through the spine and warms us up to life anew

Dil bachcha zid kare

Dil bachcha zid kare ki la do wahi purana mousam
Har subah sabz ho har raat taron ki mehfil
Dila do wahi suhana mousam
Dil izhar kare qwahish usse pahle koi khudai la de us yakeen ka mousam
Jo is dil ne duaon maanga wahi us dil ne khwabon me maanga
Wo duaon aur khwabon ka mousam
Aisi buri aadat si ban gayi hai khaas hona
Dil bachcha zid kare
La do wapas unhi aadaton se bigadne ka mousam

Ways n means :-)

When trapped while we check for ways n means to find a vent, a broken window, a key....His ways are way beyond our imagination can fathom.... Just leave it to Him, Mr. God Almighty... bat your eyelids and the next moment you will be standing in the midst of a beautiful meadow...with a warm crisp winter sun beaming at you and no walls or traps for miles to see... :-):-) I believe in this magic and it works everytime... But you have to do your bit of trying at first to trigger this magic :-) RM

Acknowledged

When she had looked at the new Moon, it had seemed promising of an equally beautiful other face
As the full Moon approaches
her disappointment increases.
Having to choose with only the new Moon in sight does not seem anything like a gamble anymore
The more she plays it, the more predictable it gets

It always ends the same way.

Sometimes the Moon gets uglier some times she
No matter who loses face, it is always the night that is disfigured.
It is always the moments that are lived only half.
The other half is only a promised dream.

She lives half lives all her life
Throws away her only chance to fulfillment to sulking
How she wishes for two separate worlds for the two kinds of people
People who make their own world of dreams, and people made by dreams of the world around them.

She sees the former losing out to the latter.
She meets people of the former world but as the moon waxes
She loses them to the vacuum in the people of other world.
She regrets seeing each one succumbing faster than the earlier one


Heart speaks a lot that can be conveyed by only a silence
Awaiting a gift of acknowledged silence.
A sigh acknowledging the "what could have been".
A silence strengthening the belief in the beauty of the "what could have been".
 

To God:- If one life is what she gets, she could have been better off with a little more patience, a little more space for her world. Could have ended up with a lot less "what could have been"s.

Stars

Moms n Dads are the stars that lit up and show the path in the dark corridors of confusion and brighten up our dull, upset evenings. In the nights when Sun of loud happiness, crowds and momentary friends sets, these are the stars that glitter, twinkle, laugh and wink, telling us that the day is not over yet and take us into their cozy embrace of a quiet, warm private party

Will I make it

I just felt like coming here .... Why does this abode created by me look so distant, and too beautiful and calm to achieve or reach.... Have I lost track and can still find it or have I reached and gone past it.