Saturday, August 14, 2010
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!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Silent Eyes.
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!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
A Man of his words.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Ending it with a smile!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Your Hands in Mine.
To live a dream that you used to see while asleep?
We have always talked about reality being so mean,
So harsh yet so awaited, So obvious yet so deep!
But Dreams shall be meagre desires unfulfilled,
Until they get real, and you know how does it actually feel!
Close you eyes, and dream about that fine morning,
When a dream is broken, Just to let you experience it in real! "
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Faithfully yours.
A million things I want to say,
But When I do not find a way ,
I pen down it all on a blank piece of paper,
And it happens to take the form of a letter;
I don’t know whom to send it to,
I feel giddy, Having no clue what to do..
I read it aloud to myself then,
Fold it back, and place it under the pen;
I look at the blank envelope on the bed,
Its ugly, It was supposed to be addressed!
i reach for the letter and open it again,
We don't give up, right? We are men;
I Write down something about the pain ,
Of the envelope not bearing a name;
I smile to myself when I realise,
The envelope still lies blank, in front of my eyes;
But I decide to finish what I started,
It deserves an end, an effort that was whole-hearted.
I don't write anything more,
Am blank as the envelope, to the core;
But something inside heavily pours,
As I sign it off - Faithfully Yours!