Resorting to A Sigh !

Either I couldn't, or he didn't,

Tell the story straight,

When the layers unlayered,

Was it a little too late?

For now, it stops here,

Because it's unknown,

If he knows, what he shows,

It's beyond and I am here,

It's beyond, without a gear,
It's actually about being around,

Physically and not just sound,

I thought, love meant priority,

I thought, I meant......

I thought, I .............

..............Existed. SIGH !

I do, somewhere, somehow, zoned,

Give me some, I need to be stoned,

I need my zone, my being,

I need my own routine,

I need strength, I need head,

In my mind, I need to shed,

I need what I once was,

I need what made my core,

I need me. Just me.

I need to breathe, just breathe,

This is the emotional dependency,

That should be able to carry,

The weight of the air,

The emotion for which I CARE ! SIGH !

Back to Black

It was a long time away from you,
So I came back again to explore you through,
A feeling,a hint, a thought and a realisation,
I wonder, if its the mode of self actualisation,
Sometime back, the heart used to beat,
Sometime back, thoughts were in heat,
They multiplied, they reproduced, made me think,
I walk alone, without a coat made of mink!
Sorry that I kept myself away from you,
Sorry that you were here and I never thought through,
But today, its just you, my dear PEN,
& I sit again, not on the perch but in my den,
I've always had you and you never left me ,
Wonder how did I ever leave thee!?
Was it priority or was it just time?
A change in me that never rhymed,
Saw the zenith, but never forgot the perch,
Needed you and I need you so much,
Am proud of you and you believe in me,
So I just came to you, my dear poetry,
Just so you know, you make me extremely happy!

Move on..move along

The street and lights...
Move along with me..
Move on too..
With the shadow of time..
With the soulless body..
With the decaying stink..
What is constant?
Who stands by?
What love?
Who cries when you cry?
Move on..move along

One day of peace

Wiping the dust, wiping the tears,
Letting go off all apprehensions and all fear,
With music in background and a glass of wine,
I realised what I missed and what wasn't mine,
Why did you go away?...I ask thee,
My soul, my love, my conscience, just me!
I am writing to you, seeking love and care,
Lost in time, it seemed far, not fair! 
Eyes speak of the story and the heart beats a lot,
You should've been around wherever I got caught,
Don't befriend me, cause you are all I got,
Sore nights & sick days is not what I bought,
So I wipe the dust and wipe off the tears...
Wish could buy happiness even if it was dear,
Life's a puzzle and I am running in circles,
Only if I could sing 'Welcome to the jungle!'
The countdown has begun, never to last,
But what's the point, I am still living in the past,

And I keep on searching, I keep on waiting, I keep on thinking, I keep on hunting..For that one day of peace! 

What a wonderful world!

I looked back when I couldn't relate ahead,
And all I said was, 'what a wonderful world...'

No baggage but luggage was all I carried,
Entering in a dark yet bright time never made me worried,
I had a vision and was sure not to sway,
Alone to fight, from my people, I was away,
I was oblivious, all I did was chirp like a bird,
Just to turn back today & say 'what a wonderful world....'

Trivial things gave happiness in life,
With head on shoulders, I was ready to survive,
Enchanted stories and wishing chair was all I knew about,
And I believed in fairy tales without a doubt,
Bubble broke..rosy glasses cracked..life isn't anymore coloured,
So I turn back today to say,'what a wonderful world....'

Life became just like a flickering bulb,
& left a lost sense of what to enjoy and what to curb,
Darkness I found just to walk all alone,
They say you reap just what you've sown,
Blanketed by a starry night, a silence so unheard,
And I turned back to say, 'what a wonderful world....'

Flooded with tears, yet a divine smile hid it all,
Head's high, chin's up, sorrows seem so small,
But they cover the heart & there's no one to feel,
The world around sometimes seem so surreal,
Numbness creeped in, encore said people, how curt!
So I turn back today to say,'what a wonderful world....'

Today when I try to find self, I feel so lost,
Gained a lot, pained a lot, guess I made the most,
But  still try to introspect and hunt..Hunt... 
Drew boundaries lest people left me all burnt,
So I wore a mask of happiness yet sight was so blurred,
Today I Have to look back to say, 'what a wonderful world....'

Finding oneself...

Meditation is not about zoning out; it’s about zoning in.
Meditation is about getting real with your physical body.
Meditation is about listening to your emotions.
Meditation is noticing your thoughts and where your attention is flowing.
Meditation is sitting with your breath.
Meditation is about opening to your inner life.
Meditation is about living.
How do you want to live?
Breathe. Again. There it is. Life.

Courtesy: Mary Anne

The End...

With a heartbroken smile, reaching miles and miles,
Aloof I roam, have I become senile?
With arms wide open, am yet so shattered,
Dreaming while awake, all dreams tattered,
With exhausted eyes, those never blink,
Tears flow down, choking the sink,
With a heart so wrecked, the thumping stops,
Once used to beat crazily, nerves now pop,

With love in the breath, cannot respire,

Head held high, but nothing inspires,
With crowd around, still solitary follows,
Face looks dead and mind's hollow,
A love bird tweeted, took me by my hand,
I tried to kneel down, sadly landed in the sand,
Gathered it, collected it, stopped it in my fist,
And I could see, all the grains trickling down my wrist,
Tried and tried to hold..."Don't go, I said..."
For my heart didn't know, where would it head,
For love full of music and lyrics, I craved,
Why couldn't 'we' follow the path that we paved?
Some gaps here, some loops there and it all came back to square one...
Assure you my mate, I never took it as fun,
Little did you understand, little did you know,
When you say love, respect you need to show,
And so it came to an end, a threadbare,
A love which was, which is, so damn rare!