The Song I Like

How do i start liking a song?

I think it is firstly the start,

the start which catches my attention...

from there till the end of the song,

it is like i am flying in a world...

a world full of the words in the lyrics.

and its like i close my eyes and,

feel the breeze hitting my face...

and unknowingly start to smile

and the smile, it stays...

... long after the song has faded away...

The Sun and me

at the break of dawn,
the sun found me sleeping,
on the terrace of my home.

it hit me with the brightest light,
i woke up and stretched my arms,
and winked at the sun with a smile.
blushing, it then hid behind a cloud,
then we parted ways and carried on,
with our daily routine.

the sun as i know it,
is a really lazy creation,
it works far lesser hours than me.
Wait till winter comes...
and it might not be seen at all.
The sun goes on a holiday,
when the fall falls.

Words to dreams

So the other night I couldn't sleep,
my eyes would blink, but open again.
i played a lullaby to close shutters for the night,
the shop is closed, i meant my eyes.
but then the tune instead gave energy,
i started typing what i wanted to say,
kept typing till i could.
then i could sense the words coming out slower,
and slower, slower and then really slow.
any line could be the last line of this prose,
or it could even end somewhere unknown
somewhere maybe in the middle of nowhere.
you could be expecting this poem to end properly,
then all of a sudden the

The Never-ending Journey

When people look back at their lives,
they might have a tear or smile...
but when i look back at the past,
as far as the light lasts,
all i can see is nothing,
and just as i am turning,
i look back again at what is gone,
trying to search what was right or wrong,
but then again i see a blank slate,
and then i turn around and start walking straight...

i keep walking, and walking and still keep walking...
while walking i hear some people calling,
then to me there are people talking,
then also some who are mocking...
i stop for a while and watch them,
talk to them, and then move ahead...

some of them i can still hear as i move away,
but then i wasn't meant to stay...
no matter what emotions i feel at any stage,
life at its own favourite pace,
keeps walking without a pause,
and i find myself in this endless journey caught...

i want to be able to stay, feel the emotions,
talk to everyone person to person,
then like i am standing on a roller belt,
i can barely hear what you last said...
i willingly or unwillingly move forward,
till i feel that the most honest voice i heard,

and then for probably the last time,
to turn around i make up my mind,
but then again i see a blank slate,
and then i turn around and start walking straight...

i keep walking, and walking and still keep walking...

Fall to Flight

this moment, this moment when we meet again,
when we share together this one pain...
i really don't know where it ends,
where exactly is that bend?
it seems i am going around in circles,
and after a revolution further,
i meet you again at this place,
and as we stand face to face,
it seems we are a reflection of each other,
to touch the mirror as we bother,
there is this sudden burst of light,
that makes everything pure white,
and we all of sudden start to fall,
into this never ending 'white-hole'
it is not long before i realise,
that we are actually heading towards the sky...
and on this never ending flight, i close my eyes,
to see myself still flying without the end in sight
and then again, i close my eyes,
to see myself still flying without the end in sight
and then again, i close my eyes,
to see myself still flying without the end in sight
and then again, i close my eyes...

End of the Spirit of the Sun?

so the bird it seems is burning down to ashes,
but no one knows what kind of bird it is...
is it going to be forgotten when it is finished,
or will it resurrect like the phoenix?
time will eventually tell the tale of its fate,
but the bird is impatiently fluttering under this weight
will it remain alive to tell its tale of rising again,
will it be able to endure this never-ending pain?
or will it go and be one with the mighty one?
Is this perhaps, then the end of the Spirit of the Sun?

The Magic of your words

Just when the darkest cloud has cast it shadow,

and the world around me has turned mellow, 

just a kind word from you, 

oh the magic it can do...

There is in my life, so much light,

that it is bright, even at night...

All the worries, all the tension,

have gone without a mention...

Suddenly life is full of happiness, 

Your kind words have taken away the stress...

How I really wish,

If only you knew this,

that just a kind word from you,

oh the magic it can do...

My Love for Ice

So I fell in love with ice,

Well was it really right?

Because when I tried to hug it,

It all of sudden melted...

Which made me think of my love for ice,

Was it really right?

The Sun Shall Rise... Again

Just like always,

The fairy tale ends before it starts,

And even if it is really hard,

Life will eventually carry on,

And we will again wait for the dawn...

For no matter how long the darkness is for,

It eventually bows down when brightness calls

So lets set our eyes towards the horizon,

And wait to see it again, the sun rising...

The Sound in Silence

Someday,

Someday I hope you will understand what my silence wants to say,

It just wants you to stay...

Stay here and go no where else,

We may not have anything to tell,

but in this silence,

together we will dwell.

We wont say a word,

But nothing will go unheard.

Just looking in to each others eyes,

We will speak through our smiles...

Just sitting like this we will walk,

Walk a journey of a thousand miles,

No we wont need a map,

Each breathe we take will be our guide...

If you don't go away I promise,

Not even one heartbeat will go unnoticed...

Yes, The absence of any sound,

In it, sometimes we can be found...

Someday,

Someday I hope you will understand what my silence wants to say,

It just wants you to stay...

Light in the Dark Room

One day I saw this light flicker in this dark room,
Which made me wonder is it too soon?
To except this light to be the dawn of an everlasting sun,
But then I saw, or perhaps thought it had begun,
The light opening the door and showing its full face,
And in the room of darkness there wasn't a trace...
Which tempted me to ask this light...
Hoping that it might...
Stay, forever, till the end of eternity for me,
No, I can't just let it be...
But then again, I am afraid,
Of what is this light made?
Me asking it to stay  forever,
Would it burn this bright feather?
If I had the courage to say,
This is how I would probably pray:

like the song you like to sing to,
like the music you like to dance to,
you are important to me.

like the dress you love to wear,
like the wine you like to drink,
you are special to me.


I want this brightness to never end,
But after asking can I mend?
the feather, if it burns,
to whom would i then turn,
to bring back this light in my life,
no matter how hard i strive,
it will be irreparable i think,
which again puts me on the brink,
i have seen so many times,
but am never able to climb...

Listening to my heart

One day I was sitting alone,

Listening to my heart’s tone,

trying to understand why it wants,

something that is already gone,

or something that is not mine,

atleast for now, till it is time...

My heart says it knows it has so much,

More than the poor man’s luck,

But then that is missing,

that thing, hey are you listening?

Yes I am oh my dear heart,

Everything I do has your mark...

So yes then, I want that,

I know it could make me sad,

but it is like the sun that brings light,

To the weakness and might,

For a sight of it people pray,

but for that i know it burns everyday,

so much that if I come close to it,

I wouldnt last even for a minute...

or it could be like that missing piece,

from my life, that could bring me peace,

complete my life, and make it perfect,

but i think if i haven’t done enough to earn it...

so scared of it going away from my life,

that i almost never try...

Oh my heart, you are so naive,

To achieve something you have to strive,

Whenever you are sad or weak,

Listen to your heart speak...

It may tell you to do something difficult,

but whatever be the result,

until you live each second like a freefall,

you wont ever live afterall

The Lotus

So I saw you again today,

I wonder if you could hear me pray.

Pray for you to see me once,

Just once like for months,

or years or lifetimes, 

we have been unable to find, 

each other even though we were,

not far, right at the curb...

Just one glance from you,

Oh the magic it can do...

give me the strength,

to live this life till end.

Or even die with happiness,

That my presence didn't go unnoticed...

So it seems I will have to wait for you,

Even though patience is not my virtue,

I will wait...

Because I know one day,

One day, this existence of mine,

Even if for many births has cried...

Will eventually be with you my love,

In this world full of mucky mud,

The lotus will grow so beautifully,

That the world around us will shine brightly,

As bright as the Thousand Suns, 

Yes that my dear is the strength of this power unheard...

The Lonely Bird

Everywhere I look around I see joys of two,
And they say it is sorrow when it is only just you...
So is it that someone else will bring joy,
To the solitary existence of mine?
Is there really another living soul,
With whom I would always feel at home?

Thinking about this, I almost have a tear in my eye,
Since searching for that someone till now hasn't been worth the try...
I hate the feeling of disappointment I face everytime.
Before I express my feelings, we have always been a rhyme,
But then just like the soul leaves the body,
We act like to one another we are nobody...

Perhaps I wouldn't have felt like this lonely bird,
If I hadn't around me heard,
So many birds singing a duet,
Which makes me wonder who is that someone else...
Have I met that person already?
Who would make my life a little steady?

I hope I would know that soon...
... the person I could call my moon,
Till then I shall try and enjoy this chorus of duets around me,
And wait for that shade giving tree...

Are you with me?

everyday i see you,
is your existence true?
is what i ask myself,
and in this thought i dwell,
so deep that i go somewhere,
deeper than the deepest well,
and in this darkness,
find the illumination,
of your bright face,
and wonder of who made,
such a wonderful creation,
that even words are ashamed,
of their incapability to,
describe the wonder of you...

i feel you are so close to me,
that these physical boundaries,
don't seem to exist at all,
almost like i can crawl,
close to you just right now,
i really don't know how,
you became the reason i live for,
then from you only strength i draw,
to live each day as it comes,
otherwise life was just numb...

sometimes i am scared of losing you,
even dream of this dream come true,
crashing to bits of tiny glass.
each bit showing a moment of our past,
and if a piece goes into my eye,
don't blame me if i cry...

i hope you, the light of my life are always by my side,
with you next to me, i can face even the highest of the tides...

Merging with the Sea

who are you?
where are you?
are you there at all?

i look around and one moment,
see you everywhere, everyday spent,

then suddenly you are gone,
like you werent ever there all along

do i know you?

i think i know you like i know myself,
then your existence seems like a fake spell,
that charmed me to believe that fiction,
is infact the real creation...

do you exist at all?

i feel your presence around me,
like the shade of a banyan tree,
a cocoon around this butterfly,
like someone i could call mine,

then i get drenched in the rain,
of sadness, suffering and pain,
and realise the cover i had,
in invisibilty it was clad...

Will i ever be able to see you?

flowing along this river of existence,
even if the turns cause any tension,
i see a dam for this river not far away,
ready to stop this free motion
and close my eyes in this hope to see,
a miracle that will help me break free,
from this river dam i am heading towards...and,
i open my eyes to see i am merged with the sea,

the dam dissappearing as the mirage i come close to.

All I want to say...

Words sometimes they are hard to find,

Words that would say what I have in my mind...

If only you could go inside me,

You could see all that I want to say shine brightly...

Every emotion is so clearly shown,

each with their own special tone,

So much so, that from inside,

I feel they will burst out and make me cry...

But then I dont know why,

No matter how hard I try,

I am unable to shape these emotions,

Into words or such creations...

And hope that one day you could go inside me,

To see all I want to say, shine brightly...

I know

To feel lonely in a crowd,

To hear silence really loud,

I know.

To read empty pages,

To lose when you think you made it,

I know.

To feel sadness in happiness,

To feel calm when I am stressed,

I know.

To see feelings in your eyes,

To see them turn lies,

I know.

To keep clinging on something meant to let go,

To cry in this life's comedy show,

I know.

To be fake to someone true to you,

To hope this wont be true,

I know.

To see darkness in light,

To find peace in a fight,

I know.

To find sense in nonsense,

To make peaceful matters tensed,

I know.

To hope the never ending to end,

To hope for a broken heart to mend,

I know.

To sense a message in the air,

To hope it is one in despair,

I know.

To keep believing on losing,

In shame find confidence oozing,

I know.

To know the permanence of change,

To act calm in rage,

I know.

To go to sleep when I am alive,

To kill these words of mine,

I know.

You

When I met you the last time,
I felt like I had dived,
In this ocean full of love,
An Ocean I hadn't seen in my life before,
Eventhough I had many times visited this coast...

Now I am in the mountains,
Busy with my meditation,
That this breeze reaches me,
And hits me with this tree...
Giving me a sign that the ocean has dried,
Hearing which I inside myself terribly cried...

Everytime I would come to the coast,
Not receiving your love, I would loathe...
So was it that when we met last,
That around me a love nest you cast?

I was hoping to see the ocean again,
The next time I am on that train...
I was day dreaming of what would happen,
Then to erase everything, all it took was a second...

I try to get back to my meditation,
But I seem to have lost my patience...
Words dont seem to be depicting my emotion right now,
All I can do, is just take a bow...

And hope to sense your presence,
In this life's essence...
And ask you for one last thing,
To whoever reads this, you bring happiness.

Elasticity of Life

Sometimes to shine,

To experience something divine,

You dont have to try too hard,

Life itself will push you in the dark.

In the beginning you might cry,

And to search for some light you may try.

But hold on, let it get as dark as it can,

It will just make you a stronger man.

The darker it gets, more closer,

are you to the illuminated river,

which will help you flow to your destination unseen,

Something as big and beautiful as the mighty sea.

Because the lower you are pushed,

You will go even higher than you could,

Imagine yourself to go,

But then as you know,

Of the law of motion, that for every action,

there is an equal and opposite reaction...

However, then remember, dont go so deep into the darkness,

Dont get pushed down so much away from brightness,

That you are never able to rebound to the top,

As you know, after a certain point, the elasticity of life may stop...

This Breeze, This Wind

This cold breeze that hits my face,
I ask it what does it have to say...


Speak to me, I command,
It acts as it didnt here my demand.


It just continues on its course,
Without even a trace of remorse...


I felt it had a message for me,
But it didnt have the time for tea...


And kept flowing towards its destination,
With its own form of child like elation...


Not even  noticing my presence,
Which made me look for the essence,
With which this wind flows undistracted,
Such determination, how did it crack it?


While thinking of this I meet a friend,
Which puts this analysis to an end...

Crossing Crossroads Again

No matter how long the road,
Walking on it if its hot or cold,
Have you ever thought?
A cross road already crossed...
May Be visible again,
And so does the pain,
That you faced when,
You were earlier at that same bend...


Even if may not be exactly the same,
You find yourself again playing this game,
Of choosing a path and walking on it,
Who knows if it leads to a mountain or a pit...


You try to walk straight, imagining,
That you cannot see this bending...
Thinking it is safer to walk straight here,
Since where any path would lead is unclear...


Whatever path you choose to take,
As always it is going to be make or break...
The choice decides whether you make you life and break the shackles,
Or make a cage and break your life in its rattle...
Choose wisely so that you don't repent later,
And you might end up climbing a mountain on an escalator...

Dot to Dot

Trying to reconnect the dots,

Of lines I have already crossed, 

I leap from one moment to another, 

of my past, and I wonder...

If ever I am able to join them differently,

Would I actually be me?

I guess not...

But then comes another thought...

The shapes that these lines currently form, 

Using each moment from my life that is gone...

I am not sure is what I would have wanted it to be,

But then have I ever thought what I want to see?

Of course I wish somethings didn't happen the way they did,

But then the new shape formed, would I surely like it?

Maybe it might form something worse,
and be instead a curse.

So lets just watch these dots connect to each other,
Because there are still thousands of them to be connected,
And who knows that the shape finally formed,
Would be better than for what anyone has longed for.

And so...

And so,
I let go...

I still wish the time could be paused,
In this big world I feel lost...
But then things are not in my control,
I could have just sat and moaned...

And so,
I let go...

Sometimes we take things for granted,
And feel the roots are permanently planted.
But then even strong rooted trees get blown away,
Even if I wanted, I couldn't force them to stay...

And so,
I let go...

And now that they are gone,
My favourite canvas is now torn,
Looking for a new canvas i aimlessly roam,
It can take a lifetime to find one though...

And so,
I must know...

Change is permanent they say,
Things will change, even if we pray...
What is today, may not exist tomorrow,
All this around us, from time is borrowed...

And so,
I must know...

One moment I am known by millions,
Next moment I am alone even among billions...
Emotions today may turn into stones,
Even clashing of stones makes a tone...

And so,
I must know...

But what if this stone is among grains,
It will still be different in dry or rain...
And throw this stone on a canvas if you will,
It will create a hole that can never be filled...

And so,
I must know...

But slowly and steadily this stone will,
Be churned into a sand grain in this water and wind mill...
And then when on a canvas it is thrown,
Its mark on it will be unknown...

And so,
I must know...

So why not just watch and enjoy this change,
Like a movie already arranged...
Knowing at the back of my head,
This fact  that will remain unsaid,

One day,
I must go...

By the sea

From where I am, I can just see the sea...

Not you... Not me, Just this sea...

Each splash it makes on the shore,

Seems it is saying something more...

How far did this water have to travel?

And with a crash ended its marvel...

Did it have any emotions or thoughts?

Or a message for me it had got?

Thinking this I sit by the shore

Waiting for this water to say more...

Colours in My Life

Sometimes I think of the future,
Then probably of the past, my tutor...
Then I am back in this present land,
feeling on my head an invisible hand...

Does that hand exist or not in reality,
would on this there ever be clarity?
sometimes i feel completely alone,
and life seems to be running in monotone.

Then somehow this ocean of colours comes flooding,
Colours that sometimes I try blocking...

But then I forget they are an ocean,
and even if I try to stop their motion,
me, a tiny human will eventually get soaked,
in the colours, and even if i pretend to loathe,
somewhere deep down, will enjoy this,
when alone, these colours I miss...

who sends them and takes them away,
I wish they would forever just stay...

The Idea

I am in search of that idea,
The idea that would 'change my life'.
An idea that would define me,
Who I am, make every wrong right.

I sometimes wonder if that idea exists at all,
To search for it should I stall,
This 'progress' in a direction,
In which I don't know whom to call.

But then I just continue walking,
Walking on this path never ending,
Hoping that at some distance,
All of a sudden, there will be a bending...

White Snow

In this never ending search for answers,
Answers to questions that in the past I have heard,
That vanish and appear on their will,
Filling the void between the good and evil...

Each time they come back I ask them for a reason,
Satisfaction if not happyness till now was the season.
But these questions have never answered my questions,
Nor have I answered when asked one...

When do they come and when do they go,
No one perhaps, but me will ever know.
You can sense them around till probably it snows again,
And there is a white cover over this black pain.

But this snow I know is not permanent,
It will melt away and show a lesson not learn't,
Till probably there is so much whiteness in world,
That this black pain would be completely unheard...