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...