My Secret World

In this big world full of people...
I have this small world of my own...
Which in this fast moving world
Is sometimes to even me unknown...

I enter and exit this world of mine...
When for myself i have exclusive time...

There are no spaces or boundaries...
I can live in this world totally free...

Even in a crowd of hundreds...
Me inside my world can go unnoticed...

When i am living in my little world
I find peace around me even in thousands of words

It feels like i have traveled into time...
No one around me can see me...

But there was this empty chair left at the corner...
Did someone think I was going to wander?

Maybe its just the world moving around me...
And I have paused so that this moment i can feel...

And experience again this world that went in hiding...
That has revealed itself again after this mining...

Abrupt Ending

Sometimes I wish things that could be endless...
are sooner than expected put to rest...
all of a sudden an abrupt ending...
things in my mind that could have made history... still pending...

hoping that sometime in the near future...
this lesson acts as my tutor...
i live the moment to the fullest...
and not fly back in to my nest...

Dream World

Sometimes i wish i could talk to you for ages...
Like time limits, there wouldnt be any cages
I could talk to you without any fear...
Just the same you be far or near...
That everything around us would pause...
And our conversations would be the cause...
I hope that such a dream...
Would one day like reality seem...
Till then i shall fall back into reality...
And donate these thoughts to someone else as charity...

Everyday

Everyday I see things I hadnt ever seen,
Going places to which I hadnt ever been.
Both harsh lands and and lands that are green,
Everyday I understand what things around me mean.
To know more I am always keen.
Wondering if that is perhaps in my genes?
Although i am the same person it might seem,
Everyday I get to know a new part of me...

Hoping

and i close my eyes...
hoping to see a surprise...

when i wake up again...
life around me sans any pain...

i wish if going to sleep,
could help me keep...
all the hatred and pain i see...
buried deeper than roots of a tree...

if each smile could...
from this rain give hood...
to those getting wet in this shower,
of suffering and thirst for power...

if dreams that i thought as a child,
would someday not sound wild...
be instead the world i could call real...
with everything around me clear...

till then i shall keep trying,
closing my eyes, hoping...

when i wake up again...
life around me sans any pain...

Mera

kya hai apna aur kya hai paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?
kabhi kuch kareeb toh kabhi kuch duur...
yehi toh sochne par karta hai mujhe majboor...
ki kya sahi mayeene mein hai apna aur kya paraya?
jeevan ki hai yeh kaisi maya?

Answering

what is new and what is old?
is it on the basis of what we are told?
who is close and who is far?
is it physically how we are apart?
what is true and what is false?
who makes the final call?


there maybe thousand such quesions,
that might be taking revolutions...
inside our mind during the day,
and for an answer we may constantly pray...
for this darkness to end from our lives...
so that towards the light we can strive...


sooner or later its time... when you...
may find what you call the truth...
reach that stage of realisation; if you may call it...
and might think of yourself as actually a stupid...
because the answers that you were searching in others' brightness...
was always there if for a few minutes your eyes were open... to what seemed like darkness...