Smile !

It feels like a different day,
And it doesn't feel right,
For I see a dull face,

The one that only knew smiles,
Soaked in the nectar of life,
One that made days, defined nights,

Wonder what made you so weak,
People, time, hopes, whatever
Tomorrow when you open those eyes,
With the first rays of the dawn,
Things will be normal again,

But what bothers me now,
is the imperfect end to this night,

Not sure if you know,
The nights do talk to me,
And this one tonight, complains.

Everything will come and go,
All that would remain ,
Would be smiles and their stories,
Don't let the records tumble,
Make it happen tonight,
Stretch those lips wide,
And spread it as you always do.

Pushed down, everyone is,
It's standing back that counts,
Standing back and taking a stand,
Stand for? You know it beter,

All i know is I dont like it this way,
And am sure neither do you,
Then what you waitin for,
Clear your mind, Pump up your heart,
Search for a reason inside,

And let me see you smile,
through the eyes of this night,

Whatever the trouble,
Motivation is self, I was told,
As for the drive, look around,
You've not wasted your life,
Forget laurels and accolades,
You earned something big,
The faces around you that shrug,
When you are down,

If you don't find it in yourself,
Find the reason in them,
Let yourself know,
The healer is purer than than the pain,
And don't ever force the night,
To complain against you ever again .

This one from Manhattan!

Life has just been moments, which,
Have not yet grown into years,
Days lightened up by smiles,
Have not yet seen nights of tears,
Things you can't avoid,
Have not yet crossed conscience,
The edge, still beneath the feet,
Is yet to manage the six foot compliance,
The smiles have not yet faded,
The skin has not yet wrinkled,
Life's blooming, against all odds,
The buds somehow still stand sprinkled.
Enough having been said of journeys,
There have not been any falls yet,
It's still a story of two,
The world hasn't entered the scene yet.
I have known this road, yeah, the road of love,
Perhaps the most difficult to tread,
Don't you worry about me,
I know how decisions are made,
Give me the shade of your curls,
And the Sun shall become a friend again,
Give me the light of your love,
And I'll have stories of nights to sing,
Place your hands in mine,
You'll see the world in them then,
But it's gonna be a long trip,
Peaceful? I won't claim.
Don't you worry about me,
Speak for yourself,
Home is still in vicinity,
But the destination no where close,
I have made my choice,
Now it's your turn,
Wanna come, then let's go,
If not, then just return.

The chosen one.

A book, veiled behind layers of Words,
Lies open, right infront of me,
For a while now, trying hard to comprehend,
I stand here, Now aware of what was to be,

All that's written, All that was meant,
I see names bigger than mine,
Fighting hard to assert their mastery,
over it, that which changes lines with time,

A book, as amazing as the anonymous author,
Skillful at deceiving the reader,
For the fear of getting deciphered,
And getting dragged into the routine radar,

I see faces brighter than me,
Scratching their heads, rubbing their palms,
Coaxing the book to give in,
To expose it's original self, by virtue of charm,

The same trick as used by the book,
Not sure, if it might get tempted to reveal it all bare,
I stand here, with a black smile ,
On these still pink lips, now aware,

Of all that the book is about,
Though still unsure, if it would act agile,
And give in to the charms I've talked about,
But I stand here, with the same black smile,

As if telling the book, that now,
My dear friend, You stand deciphered,
word by word, bit by bit,
And don't you worry, you don't belong to the cupboard,

Whatever else you've got, go ahead and show,
But whatever you feel, & however hard they try,
Oh dear, I think you, by now know,
Who was the one who saw it all through,
Who was the one chosen to read you!

Nowhere close!

Words colder than ever before,
But it's a reversal of roles for sure,
Ones which were once genuine,
Are no longer meaningful, no more pure,
And the ones which were just imagination,
Have started making sense,
Being more direct, conveying messages,
Finally coming out of the veil of pretence,
What a feeling, indescribable,
An ugly one, I dont mind loving,
I can but just say good luck,
Whilst you are packing and leaving,
But there was some stuff, again,
Which needs to be cleared,
What seems rudderless now,
Through the storm, needs to be steered,
I know your fear of the uneven waters,
And your love for ways steadier,
As if I give a damn, but i do,
One of those truths, u'll never get dear,
In the memory of everything chucked and ignored,
Whatever be those,
I had a small piece of free advice,
So here it goes,

Of all the stories cooked up,
I don't mind not being a part of,
But there's something more important,
Things you might already be aware of,
But in case you are not,
I'll like you to know,,
Am glad you turned out so human in the end,
Stuffing your mind with what people show,
And I cant help but pity,
In case you don't even know,
Am not one of them ,
And they ain't me,
Remove your blindfold and try,
And then maybe you shall see,
The only thing human here is you,
Humane ain't me,
Divine is what it was,
Guess its time to set things free,
Am tired now of explaining,
So let it just be,
Enjoy your hassle-less journey,
But know, nothing you ever knew,
Came even an inch closer to me!

Sealed.

Drenched, he walked with slow steps,
In knee deep waters, on the flooded street,
Scarce souls ran for shelter,
But he was in no mood to retreat,
Taking off his shirt, he fastened it to his waist,
The shivers were now so welcomed,
He stopped walking, stood still,
Closed his eyes, and summoned,
Thoughts he had been trying to avoid,
After realizations and confessions and what not,
This was a time, To let it all go,
And check what he'd actually got,
One more time, he was willing to take a chance,
To risk getting trapped yet again,
In what should not be, Though it's all what really is,
Meant to be broken wishes and some pain,

The thunder tried waking him up to reality,
But tiny drops of rain, Tapped his closed eyes,
As if not letting them open, even if he wanted to,
A conspiracy brewed, somewhere beyond the skies,
He let the ecstacy take over, arms stretched,
Oblivious of what happened around,
A smile adorned his deserving lips,
As he recounted memories, some veiled, others gowned,
Enchanted, he continued, travelling through time,
Feeling what he always wanted to,
And this didn't require anyone's consent,
Painting what was once black, totally blue,

Eternity was what it felt like,
By the time he ran out of the feel,
Opened his eyes, almost blinded by the twilight,
After the reel, it was time to keep it real,
He resumed walking, somehow content,
Knowing that it's all preserved in there,
That's what he's been, treasuring all that's worth,
Not in diaries, nor in vaults, but inside somewhere,
Coming back to him, he's on the road,
Inching closer towards his place,
When he sees people peeping from their homes,
With a weird look on their face,

And he noticed his gleaming chest, still bare,
In a city, which knows only pretentions,
Casually he removed his shirt from his waist,
Put it on, to help them breathe their apprehensions,
With each of the six buttons he put on,
He sealed all memories and thoughts back again,
Waved at the kid next door, as if nothing ever happened,
Here was a formal man, simple and plain,
Nothing to share, nothing to show,
What lies inside, No one shall ever know!

Details

I look back down the memory lane,
And realize how things have changed around,
The asphalt on the road, leaves on the trees,
Faces, smiles, winks, words, references,
All bear the signs of a change so profound!

But a minority that stood out from the list,
Were the ones with the power to describe and explain,
Precisely minute in nature, they often go unnoticed,
No knowledge or experience is complete without them,
Fools like me chase them, alas, in vain.

And so, I was in for a surprise, When ,
I read the change the details had undergone,
Firsts becoming seconds, interests waning,
And stuff that should just let be,
Privacy is a virtue neglected, I'll but try on.

Change is inevitable, as granny used to tell,
How could have poor details escaped the fate!
Its not a sharp mind that catches the trail,
A heart that cares suffices the job,
Examining details, till the time it's too late.

What changed is important, For the leads it provides,
A weird process it is, in a world estranged,
Learning from these cues, one should better adapt,
Tried ignoring, But still makes me wonder,
How terribly have the details changed!

Walking along.

Remembering all the times,
I have asked to let me be,
I feel the prayers have been answered,
And I am now a part of the crowd.
Its clear why they wander ,
The crowd is not entitled to choices.
And I walk along,
The initial craze dies out,
But I keep walking, telling myself,
The darkest of forests too,
House uncut ways that guide,
Existence is never by chance,
And its true, they are out there,
Even I'll find one,
If ever perturbed by the gloom, I'll run,
Race against the beats of my heart,
Faster than time, faster than thoughts,
And escape anything that binds,
Dive into the sky, tear it apart,
Make my way to the abode that was mine,
Where the Sun doesn't burn you,
Where daggers and deceits dont hurt,
Where its just you and the peace of black,
But my job ain't done yet,
I longed to witness and live in ,
This not-so-black world,
For experience counts, if nothing,
Escaping back is always an option,
But as long as I can,
I'll walk along..