Birds of a feather

i looked around here,
there, everywhere in this world.
no where could i find peace.

till i found a piece,
a piece of our long forgotten memory.
oh the happiness and joy it got to me.

i was hoping somehow you could see this.
but you being more than a thousand miles away,
wouldn't even ever know of the presence of this thought.

we, if i may still call you my friend, haven't talked.
we haven't talked for so long, that this time gone,
seems like the time between two different births.

one birth when we were together,
when i thought i could ask,
if this together could be forever.
now forever, we will never be together.
but maybe in a parallel universe,
or somewhere, we are still with each other,
creating the story i had once imagined.

i hope, or i think one day,
eventhough we may have gone astray,
this world will make us meet again,
and this long, perhaps one sided pain,
will become a source of this rain,
this rain in which we will dance together,
and who knows maybe forever,
we could be birds of a feather...

Your world, my land

i always dreamed of living in this land,
this land i knew existed.

but then the world i am in,
to such a tune it sings,
one that i am still not able to understand,
and i think if the land,
the land where you come from,
if that is the real world.
the world i truly belong to?

i want to dive in to it,
and experience the waters,
standing on the ledge i look back,
if i jump into the water,
i know i wont be able to come out ever,
it seems like a place where i could just, be.

then i think of the world i am in,
i know it a little better,
but i dont want to go back to my world.
i guess i ll stay on the ledge,
till a mermaid from your land pulls me in,
or the wind pushes me back to the world i am in.

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Thinking of her

This morning I woke up thinking of her.
In the past few days we have exchanged little words.
I wasn't sure if early morning thoughts of hers,
Would brighten up my day or make it worse?
Still I got up and continued with the daily routine,
Trying to understand what those early morning thoughts might mean.
I didn't get any answer so continued as usual,
Waiting at the present stop for the bus of the future...

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