Fresh start

I got my answers through unspoken questions
I heard through words that were scribbled
I tasted from empty glass
I lost and then found specks of me
In little pockets of my being
Put them together and stared at myself,
What was being reflected in the transparent glass

That is when I knew,I had arrived again
That is when I knew I had reached again
That is when I knew I was back to the starting point again.

Split wide open

I saw a dream,I said it was not real
I tried to evade the truth
Said to myself the glass was still half full
I told time to wait,Though I know the clock always moves.
I tried to shut up,I knew my mind still rambled
I prayed every waking hour,
I would still sleep restless and tormented
I waited for the waves to surge
I saw them break before reaching the shore
I started to run,I was still struggling for a direction
I have closed the door shut
But I believe a window is still open

Another brick in the wall

The spell has broken
The cord has snapped
I'm suddenly awake
And I'm all alert
The light is blinding,
And the noise is deafening.

And then I smile,It becomes a laugh,gradually
I laugh so hard that I cry,I wipe my tears
And I look at the world outside
The clarity is astounding
I don't know if I've seen like this before
I just know I can see beyond the wall.

A noiseless thud

The world sees only my flaws
I still choose to be unaffected
And numb,Justify I will not,
I will not tell my story,I need no pity
No sympathy,In the strange ways of life,
I don't mind walking alone,Maybe this
is what it means to break without a sound.

me

I stare at the white fluffy clouds,
I wink back at the twinkling stars.
I smile at the serene moon

I fight with time
I battle with fate
I still look for signs on which way to go

I breathe out my angst
I cry out my kohl
When I wipe off my face,I want the stains to go

I bleed my years
I gray my youth
When the fine lines come,I will love them too

I defy myself,
Surprise my being
Toiling with the pen,has never been a sin

I walk like roads wont meet
I hope being aware of defeat
I'm trying to see beyond the obvious,is it all a myth?

I have scribbled these incoherent lines,
Tried to paint a picture of what I cannot fathom
Maybe when I wake up tomorrow,I will know what I mean

Want

Set my spirit free,
Let me breathe.
Set my mind flying,
Let my heart beat.
Set my soul running,
Let me dream.

Give me flight,
Give me belief,
Give me reason,
Give me motion.
Give me myself.

Find me a home,
Find me a moment,
Find me a smile,
Find me a door,
Find me my world.

the color

The haze has cleared
Was it purple or blue?
green or any other hue?
I don't remember,
However,now the sight is clear

Walking down the congested streets,
amidst all the jostling,
my mind loses itself in some random thoughts
It goes spiraling into something profound and deep
And suddenly I feel my heart beating,again

Its healing,its peeling,its holding on
As i go deep down into my skin,I'm not scared
to see the blood,the veins,under the sheen,
I stare into blank space,and I look at the shadows on the ceiling,
I wonder through the night, and I talk to my being.

Time

Sometimes letting go is tough.At least letting go of it entirely is really tough.No matter how much you know its a good riddance,no matter how logical the situation seems to be,it does hurt in the ONE tiny little corner in your heart..somewhere deep down..but it prolly hurts-pricks hard,if I were to be exact.

And every time I take a deep breath and try hard to think past it,it works,but only momentarily.

O goddess of time,please stitch my wound tight,its only a matter of time..

the importance of "un"

Unplanned trips to Unseen places
Uncanny connections with Unfamiliar faces

Unsaid words and Uncried tears
Unhealed wounds and Unanswered prayers

Undue hurts accepted through Unquestioned reasons,
Unmatched optimism in Unfavourable circumstances.

Unheard promises transmitted through Unclosed eyes,
Untainted want met with unloved price.

Uneasy silence between Uncomfortable souls,
Unbearable distance between Unmet goals.

Unwritten chapters of Unexpressed laments,
Undone portrait of Unforgettable moments

Unflinching belief to complete Unfinished stories,
Unclasped hands struggling to create Unrealised glories.

Profound

The last man standing in the hall may not be a loner,
But just someone who managed to evade the crowd.
Don’t be surprised with my audacity,
I am sometimes in love with the road less traveled.

flying high

Today I see myself in a spot-precisely where I did not want to be.[:(]---Was always afraid of being in and was vociferously protecting myself from it.And wham here I'm,right in the middle of it.

It's amazing how,what you thought would be the hardest thing to bear,the most troubling predicament to endure,the most difficult road to travel is not such a great impediment.

Its a marvel as to how what you thought would be the toughest pricking,is in effect just a slight prick and then what I had was the liberation from my greatest fear.This is the feeling of a caged soul being winged-soaring high in the clear blue skies,with the wind being the new friend,the sun being my new fling and my heart filled up with an emptiness,and me singing out with all my guts.

Its Indeed a heavenly feeling to be free from the chains you have created for yourself.

I wonder why nothing goes according to what I plan.Maybe I should stop planning.Maybe I don't plan very sincerely.Maybe I'm not realistic.Maybe I don't plan,I just think I do.I think I'm talking crap.Maybe I'm high!!

Uncanny

It's queer how one hears more in silence
Feels more when high,or left in the lurch
Dreams more when wide awake,
Travels more when lost
And,is more surprised when things happen ,
just the way they should be.