Dreams arrive.

Dreams arrive.

Slips on eye lid slopes;

Wildly, sometimes.

Sometimes soft like a feather.

And you wonder.

Dreams arrive.

Becomes real in a jiffy.

You are surprised!

And question yourself;

Is this the dream I wanted so badly?

Dreams arrive.

In hurried steps, unheard.

Goes a distance and shouts back at you.

You run and catch hold of it.

Only for it to vanish;

Merging with the morning sun rays.

Dreams arrive.

You want to share them with the one;

Who really owns it.

Whispering, cuddled up together.

It is like a dream come true in itself.

Dreams arrive.

Just like life.

At the right place, at the wrong time.

Uncatchable, dissolving as fog.

In the dark night.

Dreams arrive.

Opens new horizons;

With your eyes wide shut.

Dreams vandalizes the turn of time;

To re-build hopes.

Our Friendship Clause

Not all live as they claim to be.

Not all are blind, who cannot see.

Not all are deaf, who cannot hear.

Not all are far, who are not near.

What is six to you, is nine to me.

What you hate, is fine to me.

How could one thing change years we spent together?

No peacock danced in one color or a single feather.

Why should I want, what is your need?

Unless, changing my hunger becomes your only greed!

I have my faith and you have yours.

Why should that be our friendship clause?

Nothing else matters

Nothing is happy enough;

If you cannot laugh till you cry.

Or cry till you smile, endlessly.

Nothing is funny enough;

If it does not include you.

Or, you cannot include the other.

Nothing seems interesting enough;

If it doesn’t touch you.

Or, you are unable to touch it.

Nothing is lovely enough;

If you cannot feel the love.

Or, love feels you.

Today

I used to laugh loudly, to spread cheer.

I used to cry openly, to share pain.

Today, I just smile, so that others don’t feel hurt.

Today, I sulk alone, so that people don’t have a laugh!

I think, what will people think;

Before I do, what I don’t want to.

I do, what others want;

Before I think, was I right?

Today, I miss yesterday.

Today, I want tomorrow to come early.

Today, I don’t want it to happen;

Yesterday, was my tomorrow.

Rainbow Colors

To enjoy colors of rainbow on your window pane,

You need to tolerate painful wait of heavy rains.

To bask in the glory of felicitating lights,

You will have to befriend shadows along.

To cherish memories on a night when you are alone,

You have to mingle with some adventurous strangers.

To celebrate your win, without guilt of a winner,

You will be required to fight, without taking sides.

To be happy with what you have, to cherish all life;

You got to keep giving away what is not yours, anymore.

Hum my song :)

If you want to tell me

If you want to sell me

A good idea

Hum my song, with me

And you will know.

There could be a turn

There could be a twist

In my story
Hum my song, with me.

And you will know.

I believe there is a reason

For, nothing remains the same

But did I change my faith in you?

Hum my song, with me.

And you will know.

Racing breaths

There are days that whiz past, in moments

It’s a sprint, really.

Many a times, with hurdles on the track

Day begins, you make a run;

Catch the road as per plan,

Reach a place, destined for you.

Conquer your need, rush out, again,

Racy breaths, gasping, you continue

Pull, push, pounce and punch.

Try as may, you will;

Never be able to pass the baton,

Life is never a relay.

.

There are nights that you remember, forever

It’s a sprint, though.

Evening leaves suddenly,

Dropping a sparkling shadow in your arms,

The moon becomes your witness.

A slow, shy welcome;

Hesitating, inviting smile,

Twinkling eyes;

Worth a million shining stars in the sky.

Racing breaths, shivering fingers.

You start believing in dreams;

And in prayers.

You want the night to never end.

You need it to run a little longer.

Alas, the baton is passed.

Day rushes in to break open the sky;

Life is always a relay.

My own evil

In the hurry to be right,

In the need to be heard,

In the moment to be seen;

We get tied down by our own evil.

In the emotion to be kind,

In the thought to be, thought of;

In the sentiment to be blessed,

We become selfish for nothing after all.

In search of a reason to live,

Seek truth, to find everything could be a lie,

Exploring breaths to define existence;

In all this heat, we get cold, sometimes.

Interrupting myself

I want to feel the sand,

Touch the wind,

Shout my silence,

Interrupt my own words.

I want to swim through dry thoughts,

And bathe in the warm sun.

I want to walk with no reason in mind

And reach my desired destination.

I want to be busy with lazy activities

I want to be disturbed by romance.

I want to smoke some breeze.

I want to drink my search.

I want to be where earth and sky meet,

As they embrace in the horizon.

Catastrophe

We all have secrets.

And we all should;

Not because it is right to have any,

Or there are any benefits off them.

Secrets are like windows

Hidden by curtains

Windows which may contain

The most wondrous sights

Pulled across by curtains

The best curtains money can buy.

Alas, secrets are true

Need not be proven

Just brought alive

In a surprise, by a disaster

But, secrets have a beautiful virtue

They delay catastrophe!

I am not I, anymore

Am speaking

But the voice in me is silent.

Am hearing

But have stopped listening to myself.

Am moving away

But not traveling anywhere new.

Am thinking big

But not growing up at all.

I am

But am not I, anymore.

Voyage

Am taking a voyage

Riding on waves of thoughts

With tide of emotions, I cannot control

Afloat, I keep my wind.

I am on my ship

Hope is my radar

Words, my sail, which I try to hold fast

Afloat, I keep my wind.

Rain or storm

I have to be on this cruise

Looking ahead

Afloat, I keep my wind.

Friendly Strangers

I could tell by his looks

He was not himself.

There was something he was not comfortable with.

I felt bad for him

More for the reason

That I could not do anything to help him.

He was feeling miserable

That I knew things about him.

Perhaps, I should not have.

Sometimes, it’s best to remain strangers.

Knowing pain, may ruin it all.

She had come up to me

To share her grievance

My fault was,

I had only asked, “what is wrong”?

She did tell me all.

And I listened.

Now, she is avoiding me;

I am not sure, if her issues are a problem, anymore.

Perhaps, I know she is in a problem, is the problem.

Sometimes, it’s best to be friendly.

Becoming a friend, may ruin it all.

Suprise Kiss

In the alleys of my mind;

Your memory lights up,

And burns my heart.

Cloudy thoughts;

Your lightning memories,

Make for misty, wet eyes.

On a dry barren day;

Your surprise kiss,

Like a cool summer drink.

Colors

Colors

Grey of black and white movies
Sounds, hinting to shades abound.

And just then, there is a splash of mix

Colors, sounds, shouts and light

Every dimension providing its own feel

A pinch of every emotion drenches you
Like a rainbow of thoughts coming to life.

The blue sky, cool, calm but charming

Comforting to eyes and yet powerful

Yellow, burning hopeful desires

Dancing with the shining sun rays
Pink, color with a rush
like a child’s cheek; a blushing bride
Red, A streak of temptation
That dream sports car you want to buy

That dress that you think you will never look good in

Black, the sin; the dark, dangerous but the deadly desires

Purple, magnificent, royal
Grapes; plush utterances with mild radiance
Passion, obsession, smiles and secrets

Colors show so much;

Colors hide so much.

Travel Alone. Always.

Travel is a beginning;

It is an end too.

It starts with a promise

To reach out.

It expands the known;

Searches for the unknown.

An experience to try,

An omen to stop.

There are assumptions,

Which lead you to a mystery?

There are expectations,

That lead you to a discovery!

Milestones are left behind,

Landmarks are found;

Weathers change with land,

People run around in similar waves.

Destination becomes a misnomer;

To arrive at and leave in a jiffy,

To pick some new notion,

And leave behind the old self.

Journeying the destination...

We took a journey sometime back

Started on a road; found some new paths

On the highway; crossed new milestones

Green fields, barren lands, still waters

Cold breeze and a warm companion.

Speed, undecided

Destination, unknown

Conversation, unlimited

Decisions, none.

Time traveled with us

But never disturbed for a reason

Distance was being covered

With no question on conquest.

We were available for each other

For a time that belonged to us

Space filled itself between us

We did not even attempt to capture moments

We did not want to own anything

We made the start but ignored the turns

We were happy though

To reached the end; still together

With a new journey in sight

And no conversation on reaching any destination.

Failure

I do understand

There could be misunderstandings

I also know

I may not know a lot of things

I forget a lot

But I cherish memories that I have

I blame others sometimes

But I don’t forget to forgive, myself

I fear certain elements of life

Some of it I have learnt to overcome

But have come to realize

Fear is necessary, to live.

I have failed many a times

Only to appreciate success more

But when I have succeeded

I have failed to appreciate, failure.

There are people.....

There are people

And there are things they do

Some of them make you love them

And there are some things about them

Which you do not like at all.

So, you can love someone

And yet not like them.

There are people

Whom you hate

But there are things that they do

Which are charming

And you cannot resist but love.

So, you can hate someone

And yet not love them.

There are people

And then there are some more

Some become company

Some just form a crowd

You do not define them at all.

So, you can have people

And yet not have any one beside you.

There are people

Who trust others more than self

Many people call them stupid

These are the same people who betray the ones who do

And confirm their stupidity

So, you can remain stupid

And yet be happy.

Sometimes

Not the darkness

But it is the blinding light

That makes us think its day

To dupe us, till morning arrives.

Sometimes

Not the clouds

But the clear sky

Makes us believe its all well

To fool us, till sudden downpour it is.

Sometimes

It is not mistrust

But love;

Getting overt and excess

To reach a point, to suffocate love itself.

Sometimes

It is not love

But the sense of self

Overshadowing, candid but an uncontrolled demon

To murder love, by ego.