Love

Love a flower. Once touched it remains like the fragrance of a flower on our fingers and in our senses long after we have lost the flower. We want to hold the flower and see it as it was when we plucked it.... but is bound to dry if forgotten in some closed chapter in the book of life, to get destroyed if thrown on the streets, and to loose it's colour and form if held too tightly in our hands if and when we have forgotten that what we are holding is a flower to be held delicately with the right grip, not to be taken for granted for a single moment.

Just stopped by .....in life

Sometimes you look around and see so many silent fighters ... people fighting to hold their family together... fighting to make someone hold on to life...fighting to hold on to their convictions and their own moral code... that's when you feel I can still give some more ... I still have n extra few hundred miles left in me... salute to all such people :)

Love me when I deserve

I can take love only as love
You may say it is not alms
You may say it is not pity
But try saying that to a broke whom you've gifted a blanket
and who has no one in the city

It feels like being a mirror
to reflect greatness
It feels being a carcass and
still being treated like an exotic breed
in the perception of the admirer there seems to be an error

I can't call it something I deserve
I understand the language where
I eat only when I can pay
I chose to die of chill can't die in the blanket of generosity
It's only a dried flower whose fragrance you so preserve

I will exercise my right to choose
The day I am on my feet again
The day I can face the sun and smile and say
There are no more shadows shackling me
I can be the fountain of joy, with the streams of happiness let loose

I wanted it to be over......

Your love was like a sea
Sometimes the waves touched me sometimes they did not


I wanted it to be over.....


Sometimes you approached me
Sometimes you receded
Sometimes you pushed me
Sometimes you pulled


I wanted it to be over.....


You caused the shore sands to hold me
not tight enough to help me hold out
not loose enough to let me give in


I wanted it to be over......


Neither you let me drench fully
Nor let me stay dry


I wanted it to be over.....


You kept making me make sand houses
You kept breaking them


I wanted it to be over....


I wanted a finale
either I had to be in you and be you
or I had to dry off n vanish

I am here to stay

Life goes on. I will not retract from life. I will live on. I could ask a lot of valid questions and keep myself happy, in the inability of the addressee to answer, in that one moment of victory. But what will it
give me, d truth will remain truth. And d truth is life is within me, not in wat perception someone has about me. One has to be happy by being happy....not by wondering if someone wants you to be happy or not....

The Mirage

Every time I know it's a mirage, I still go after it n just wen I am about to find out d truth I decide to walk back n not look. Wen I look back at the desert I decide the mirage was better. At least it held hope. I walk again towards the same mirage and repeat everything.Now I've spent so long a time pursuing the mirage that it has become my reality. I can't walk without the mirage in front of me...teasing me....

Afraid of the Mirror

Writing, coz I just had to write something, anything. I feel like shouting, cause the hissing in my mind is deafening. And I have to silence it. Why it can't be the same ever again.... one way or the other.
I am great at convincing people about things even I am not convinced about, one day I ended up convincing myself of certain facts. But I am trapped like a spider in my own web. I don't know what is the truth within me. That what I've convinced me or something else.
GOD I AM SO GOOD AT CONVINCING.
I just want to stop speaking to myself, I am not able to think clearly in my presence. I am my own enemy. God help me stay away from me. Stop the endless rain of words in my mind....please stop it...it's torture..... I want some silence. I want some rest.... take me...take me... to your island or palace of clouds whatever it is... I want to rest.
This is not what I wanted ever.
Please make me dumb