Being evasive..

Walking alone, you'll be all fine, 

But it's just a matter of time, 

When one day, someone comes humming a song, 

Holds your hand, starts walking along, 

Weird it might seem, But you wont resist, 

You'd be done with all myths that persist, 

For he'd be the one, you've been waiting for, 

Have some faith, give some time, you'll be sure, 

Melting in his arms, old claims will die, 

You're just human, Don't be shy.

Confess love, It's not that bad afterall, 

It had to come, The final curtain call.

Keeping aside my world, my fight. 

I'd smile as you prove me right, 

But that would be a different day, 

we can only wait for it to come this way, 

It will come for sure, I know, so do you, 

Trust my words, they've always been true, 

Whoever he is, will join you on your journey, 

And you'd not want him to leave, 

It would hurt if it's not me,

But i'll still smile, and let it be,  

Taking consolation that you proved me right, 

You won't escape the bug, try as you might.

Just a matter of time until you meet, '

He shall come and sweep you off your feet! 

Somewhere!

Wandering souls I see, 

Looking for a place, 

Where they belong, 

Some are blessed, 

For their quest is short,

Rest all disgusted and tired, 

Of the toll it takes, 

But none ever stop, 

For they do believe,

There is a place, 

Where they belong.

I feel sorry for them, 

For all the pain suffered, 

Hoping against hope,

Not ready to admit, 

Not all belong, 

To the green meadows, 

And the fairy lands, 

Look around, 

You could be there, 

Whether you like or not, 

Where you stand could be, 

Where you belong. 

They don't listen, 

It's only human, 

To long for everything better, 

And they shall continue, 

To wander with hope, 

For a place, 

They Wish to belong, 

Forgetting where, 

They actually do , 

The fools and The wise, 

Have no distinction here, 

I can't help but pity, 

These souls wandering, 

Until that day when, 

I look into the mirror,

And the man there asks-

"They believe in a place, 

 Where they belong, 

 If you are so sure, tell me,  

 Where do You?" 

Faces.

I've been wondering all this time,
Life seems to have changed but how?
But this saturday evening tells me,
I Am no more what i used to be, now,
Contradictory feelings arouse in my mind,
When I realise how true the reality is,
But the pain does take over the elation,
For it's true, I never wanted this.
Pretending to be someone I am not,
Infact trying to be what the world wants me to,
It's been a long month, and tonight i decide,
To get back into my old robes, Paying whatever I need to,
For this life has definitely been easier,
But not what it was supposed to be,
To hell with survival and aspirations,
I'll not change, I was born to be me.
To those who never cared,
My fury is all you deserved,
To the ones who do, Am sorry,
But this is Me, the way I'd like to be preserved.
I can feel it calling, And I can wait no longer,
I discard the faces I've been wearing for a while now,
This is me, The stories you've heard are all true,
Down on your knees you go fool, take a bow!

Cautious Steps !

Always in action,
Some taken, others not,
These are my steps,
All that I've got!

Wandering steps, leading nowhere,
Directions still undeciphered,
Just a faint image guiding me,
Towards a place untampered,
Free of prejudices and pain,
An abode of Love and strength,
How do I save this dying image,
Slowly diluting, shrinking in length..

I hear it utter words sometimes,
To whom, Am not certain,
But i wish they were mine,
Its me who knows the depths they contain!

Unsure, as i have ever been,
Tempted I am to embark this way,
As if I had a choice, I already am,
On the directed road, come what may!

If only I could find it one step closer,
I'd leap over the entire distance left,
Till then I cautiously tread this path,
Unusually cold and calm, seemingly life-bereft!

The journey of life, is easier,
If covered in distinct steps,
You take one towards me,
I'll cover the rest,
Forget elligiblity, and appreciate,
The innocent mind ,
which believes it's destiny is you,
Unsure if it will ever make it through.
Nevertheless, it still keeps me walking,
Covering time, In carefully placed steps,
It's a painful-yet-worth-it story,
Of You, Me and these unsung steps!

Silent Eyes.

They don't speak a word,
Unlike the others out there,
But I still believe,
There has to be a story they tell..

I never really got a chance
To look deep inside them ,
The only ones, I ever wanted to,
It just didnt happen, Who do I blame?

Sometimes when my gaze happens to ,
Meet my Eyes in the mirror,
I see them tired, and uninterested,
In reciprocating to him who they belong to.

They've been the same ever since they saw you,
And they demand for the same sight all the time,
They know I cant fulfill this wish of theirs,
They don't see anymore, just dream of you all the while.

They've stopped praising other forms of beauty,
They don't even admire red roses and blue skies,
But they flutter, and retreat shyly,
At the thought of one day meeting your eyes.

Leave out the rest, Give them a chance,
The ones who roll still worlds into motion.
Come down to this corner of the Earth some evening,
Raise a toast to them, To their non-stop admiration.

With your consent, let me now sneak into this scene,
As I confess , keeping aside all the lies,
I do wonder what would it be like,
The day when I look into your eyes!

A Man of his words.

I fail to come up with any estimate, 

Of the words i've spoken since I learnt to do so,

Weird it might seem, a worthless thought, 

That's height of joblesness, I know! 

But during these jobless moments of my day, 

When everything else fades away,  

They refuse to leave me alone, 

Words- written and unwritten, spoken and unspoken..

I wonder how peaceful would this world have been,

Had there been no words communicated ;

I feel this urge to disown  all of them, 

Words that destroy peace, make things complicated.

Lost in thoughts of a world without any words, 

Am broguht back to this real world- " Bhaiya Chai".

See! Words don't even let you think about peace, 

Let alone, experiencing it , now you know why!

My attention is drawn towards a flock of birds returning home, 

They race away screeching at the top of their voice,

I wish I could reach for their necks, and choke them to death, 

Something that they deserve for making all that noise.

But now they've passed, and it's again silent around,

A silence that symbolises peace, the peace we chase.

But this no longer seems pleasant, I order another tea,

I want some words around, 'Addiction' my logic says.

I hit upon a realization, something I always knew, 

The only ones who sleep in peace are the dead, 

Peace is Death, as is silence, ours is the chase,

I breathe deep, Feel alive, with words pouring into my head. 

I guide them to the deepest chamber of my heart, 

I'll never lose them now, They'll be safe here, 

I promise them , You'll be forever mine, 

I'll stand by you, no matter who u go to, Remember I care.

I imagine again a world devoid of words, and smile, 

Looking back at my imagination of a graveyard like place.

The truth is life would not be life, without words,

Let them flow in through all corners, pumping up the chase. 

The glass is now empty, A reason to get up and move, 

Pen down some words waiting to be shared . 

I move on and type them down , Just to let them know, 

No matter what they do, I still cared. 

Cared because they give me evenings like the one today, 

Cared because, when all left, they were still here.

Cared because they add new dimensions to my existence, 

Cared beacuse they know it all- every little wish, every disturbing fear. 

What an experience this has been, 

An evening down the street.

Lessons learnt and laws forgotten, 

Words pervading a mind discreet.

I was busy killing time, having tea, 

and watching home bound birds. 

When in the blink of an eye I realised, 

I have been a MAN of my WORDS!

Ending it with a smile!

Don't raise that hand, keep it wrapped in your pocket,

A wave of a hand, doesn't make anything easier.

So keep that goodbye for someone who takes them, 

Leave as you wish, But don't wave that hand here. 

Perhaps the beginning was never meant to be, 

And so let it be, The end is now here.. 

That which ends, never really existed, 

An end is all that it deserved, why care?

Forget the romanticism this world likes to live in, 

Where Endings are always happy, And so are you..

Rewind your life , and see for yourself, 

If these stories and poems are actually true? 

Happy endings are disguised beginnings, 

Ends that you enforce to make a new start;

Each story that ends or begins, has two characters,  

One playing his game, The other meagrely his part.

We've lived in this illusion for a while now, 

But the myth is now shattered, It's time is done.

You don't have to pretend , That you cared, 

Nor make it bearable , by saying it was fun;

This is a failed world, Each broken piece testifies, 

An end is an end, There never was a happy one.