You..

Somewhere, I see You,
As the very root of me.
As my anchor,
You keep me steady,
From blowing away,
In the wind,
Like a hapless  kite in the sky.
You give my thoughts
A form,
Which otherwise,
My impatience would negate.
You give me,
The courage of saving,
The memories,
Building dreams
Cherishing hopes.
You let me,
Feel my need,
Yet make me love
My pain.
Its You,
Who through,
All Dark and Rain-
With your presence-
Keep me sane.
Always teaching me,
To look out for that
Silver Lining.
Your words,
Give me,
The wings to fly.
They're the reason
Of my every smile.
You are the rudder,
That propels my way,
Through all clouds.
Without your hand,
To guide me ,
I'll be an empty soul.
Always aimless in an unknown road.
Its You,
Who made me chance
My destiny.
Question the inevitable,
Settling with a
Choice made.
You eclipse the Whole,
Of my being-
Never stop my flow.
Where you end,
And I begin-
I shall never know.
Your thoughts fill
My mind-
Specially in your absence-
That makes my memories
Of You,
So acute.
Its You,
Who I shall always must
Turn to.
When all dams break,
And the floodgates are let loose.
Its with You,
I am unafraid,
Of showing my Dark
Yet through all that I say,
You always manage
To glisten The Truth.
Its your belief,
Then,
That ebbs my brook.
Its only then,
In You,
I place my trust,
To handle me,
In my Normalcy.
The carefree me,
With the child like streaks,
Apparent still,
In my defiant ways.
You are the only One,
With whom I am happy
To be unrestrained.
Yet like all that there is,
This part of me,
Shall too,
Stand the test of times.
Defy Reasons.
You are yet,
To be won.

The Faces...

An emptiness resonates,

Deep within me,

As I sit and stare out,

At the clear moonlit road.
Promises lie like

Broken twigs-scattered,

That litter my way.

A sinking feeling predominates,

My thoughts-

Marring my every waking thought,

Making me restless-

And a listless Insomniac too.

M y eyes are tired,

As they strain to see beyond,

What lies in the apparent reality,

To all that murks and lurks within.

I need to know more.

To solve my own riddle.

Yet my weary mind,

Gives way to uneasiness,

To form the right frames.

To look for the right clues.

At the right places.

The incessant thoughts

Buzz on, 

Merciless to my mindscape.

I shan't weaken,

I tell myself.

But at times,

I find myself 

Losing my composure.

Seeing the much loved face once,

With a new one.

The face looks older now.

A lil creased,

With the lines of maturity.

Yet it looks relaxed,

And expressive in its silent joy.

The happiness in the eyes,

Thus- remains a strange,

Source of Comfort.

I wish u well.

For all that lies ahead.

Coz I've nothing more 

To feel anymore.

I reflect at my own,

And feel the emptiness still,

For the Distance,

Never seems to lessen.

Maybe, You too,

Shall move farther away.

To an unreachable Zone.

As I would wait still,

Unable, to fight against,

My moonlight.

Pictures..

.

I stare at the pics,
And think about the moments they eclipse.
Happy expressions caught in
The silver frame-
Are forever imprinted in paper,
To be seen and cherished,
As a distant past.
Perhaps never to come back.
I lose myself,
Down the memory lane.
Coz that’s what brings the smile still.
Yet as thoughts strike me,
The Shadows seem darker,
Somehow- as I tend to cling to them.
I wish, I could get unstuck-
Move away from all that
Binds me.
Constricts my flow.
I am not a dreamer-
Of endless possibilities,
That bely reality.
Caution dictates my way.
I have never lost
My faith-
Placing my hopes,
In your words.
I always have tried,
Looking for the catch.
Perhaps only to
Escape, blameless.
What am I scared of,
I wonder-
Of letting go-
Believing in you.
Is it just my crooked channel
Of thoughts,
That spiral out of nowhere,
Yet uncoil the venom,
Evincing, no protest from me.
Or is it,
The temptation of
Losing, before the fight
To save me
From my rivulets?
These are some
Of the questions,
I dare not answer.
For the coward
in me would cower-
To the wise words,
And the silver linings.
Or maybe,
The essence of truth,
That I have blinded myself,
Not to seek.

A New Day..

 

I haven’t ever believed much

In deception.

Nor shall I ever try.

Sugar coated words are not

For me.

Neither are people

Who are too soft

To bear the sting

At times.

I move away.

Distancing myself from all

Who cramp up my space.

A certain sense of

Arrogance.

Raises its ugly head.

They’re not worth me,

I feel.

Scornfully- I appear judgemental.

Rightly so-

For the right and wrong

Shines out stark-

Black and white to me.

I dream about your hand,

Someday- leading me-

Out of this quicksand.

Saving me,

From my own quagmire.

Yet, a cynic in me,

Perhaps, chooses not to believe

In that too.

Coz the distance is what,

That binds us always.

I cant trust myself,

To be dangling anywhere.

The colour grey,

Is not for me.

I rather would lose

Friends- who are nothing but sham

Unto themselves.

Than always bow my head,

To their ignorance.

Praying, that the days would pass

By quickly.

Giving me no time-

To think or feel much.

I hate the stench-

Of mediocrity-

That this place has

Impressioned on me.

Expressive- yet again,

I cannot be.

I’ve lost my voice-

Unwillingly.

Dying to break out of this,

Pigeon hole.

Can’t bear this cooped up feeling much.

Dreaming of another

Start afresh.

With the right people.

The right music,

Always playing.

A new life-

Where the roads are

Walked carefree.

Days traversed through,

Happily.

Soon…that day too..

Shall come..