Hold it with your eyes

My heart is out in the rain
Beating against the walls
on the footsteps of your heart


Just say something ..anything
It will open its eyes and breath
It is gasping left breathless from all the hurt.

Just hold my sight with your eyes if you can't hug
It will climb up with the string of your gaze
It is about to be lost in the dust and smoke of burning dreams

A letter....

Dear Dreamer,

How are you? Just thought of saying "Hi!!".

Nothing serious. Had just begun to feel like you have forgotten us... But then we saw you Today from our window through the hazy curtain of sky. You seemed to be looking in our direction. But as you know the distance is too far and there is so much noise between our two lands.

Hey! Ain't you missing us...coz we are.. !! We understand you have more important people around you now..but off the record.. don't you really miss the time when we used to meet in that third reality, where your land is out of reach and ours seems touchable . When we used to look forward to the time when you would finally make it to our land...our beautiful, bright Dreamland!!. We had also discussed about introducing you to more of our people, once you had met with us in person.

We are not sulking because it is not for us to sulk; but just to state a fact, you seem less interested and not at all excited about meeting us.

Are you still sure of embarking upon that journey to our land ? Or you are going to desert us like many before you?

If you intend thus, please let us know in advance so that we don't expect you. 

You look lost with your shoulders drooping. You want to play the poor, helpless, defeated. But remember !! it will be your own choice. You don't have anyone else to blame for your martyrdom but yourself.

As for us, we won't die. We never die. We only become distant. Your self denial being directly proportional to the separation between us. The weaker you grow in your determination, the longer you walk on Socially acceptable path conforming to everything but your heart, the more hard-to-get we are going to play. But the moment you gather the guts to break the inertia and turn around; we will be standing in front of you. Ready to show you the path to our land.

It has been too long a letter already. Got to write some more of this kind to some more of your kind. Your kind has been making us do overtime on these letters since the last couple of decades; since your men have moved from snail mails to WhatsApp.

Take care !!

P.S. We will never leave you. And we hope that you don't either :) We implore you !!

The quote in the image does not belong to me. I thank the author Kobi Yamada for the quote

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.