Journey to the Destination

Inspired by what I believe is Christopher Nolan's best creation till date (Interstellar) and Hans Zimmer's music for it, I present - 


Journey to the Destination.

All these chains,

they are in vain.

Try as you may, 

we aren't meant for the ground.

Our place is somewhere in the sky.

Beyond the stars, galaxies and this universe.

There is this place - our recourse.

Why are we still here?

Just waiting for the right moment.

And when it comes...

All the bonds stopping us will melt,

We will run,

Faster than the fastest Cheetah in this world.

Lift off...

And we will fly...

Like that bird taking it's first flight...

With a few moments of fear, then onto the path assigned.

They say flights aren't fun solo, 

It's nice to have a companion.

But the eagle flies alone.

And our destination,

is far beyond where the eagle can ever reach.

Beyond the Horizon

Sitting here I think "what's the use",
The use of anything.
What is wrong today, maybe right tomorrow,
What was false yesterday, is true today.

This life, each moment so different from each other.
Not one similar at all to any other.
Some giving a sense of déjà vu for sure,
But almost all as new and fresh as an unread newspaper
What was yesterday's headline is stale news today.
Today's headline is stale already. It is.
And tomorrow's will always be a mystery.

Tomorrow and change - always permanent.

What I do know is that now exists.
This very moment, when I write. Endlessly.
And why not? This moment gone by,
Won't ever in the future come back again to say hello.

And you being here or not, you are still as important,
And will be always as important if not more.
I lie down, sit or walk along the sea face,
Each moment leaves nothing of you, but a trace.

As always I sit and watch these moments walk by.
Sometimes even still or sprinting before my eyes.
What stays permanent isn't visible, not even to me.
Is it a smile remembering the good times?
Or that salty drop of water, thinking of troubled ones?
Nope. Neither. Just a straight face is all that is there.
The past - seems someone else's story - a different birth maybe.
Future, I don't imagine - imaginations don't turn to reality.
Although sometimes I wonder if some of them knock again,
And aren't the present, but just a trailer I have previously watched?

I won't ask you the usual questions, I may not have till now.
Oh no, I won't ever will I guess. It's difficult to change afterall...
But then I was different before, so who knows!

I do know, if not the worldly charms one sees today,
Simplicity, innocence, love, truth and honesty.
Yea they will be guests who have confirmed their permanent presence.
A laugh, a chuckle, a little complication
All acting as motivation. To make us see.
Or is it just me thinking out loud?

Whatever we're looking for - the real reality,
No we don't need to wait for it my love,
All that is and will be here has always been and will be there.
Wherever we are, it doesn't change.
How fast we go, where we go, it's just, there.

Believe in you. Believe in me.
This belief is older than the oldest tree.
Today this belief, is nothing but a rarity.

Come fly with me - just change your destination.
My friends have already been where I want to take you.
They all just used one word to describe that place - true.
Each time they said this, I dreamed of paradise.
And although I haven't ever been there.
Just thinking that I have the abilities to go there.
Oh darling, I was just feeling good.

Take the leap, fly with me.
Freedom from all bonds and boundaries they say is guaranteed.

So where is this place?
Just beyond the horizon.

Your Ecstasy

In the cacophony of this world I can hear you,
Somehow every other sound fades out,
All I can hear is just your angel voice...

You be far or near my dear,
I just close my eyes and you are here.

I am scared to tell this world,
I don't think they'll understand me,
Even with my eyes open, you is all I see.
Everyone, everything is just you. nothing else.

I am scared of looking at the mirror now,
Who in my reflection would actually be?
Like a whirling dervish I dance to your ecstasy.
So much that I seem to be going in to this trance,
Eyes open or shut all I see it you,
In the cacophony of this world, all I hear is you.

Across the Street

Across the street I see them smile,
Across the street I see them enjoy their wine.
Across the street life seems to be better,
Across the street they seem to have good weather.

So I cross the street to experience the same,
All this effort was after-all in vain.
Just when I make myself comfortable and rest my feet,
Across the street, a mirror is what I see.

From Shadow to Sun

People like me and you,
Are now my dear very few.
How many free birds do you see,
Questioning and looking at things curiously?

There is this connection we share,
Which in today's world is very rare.
You read my mind like nobody else does,
To you my heart belongs thus.

There are times when just your presence makes me weak,
And through words I cannot say you see,
I then wait for our eyes to meet,
Through them, to each other, a 1000 words we can speak.

Even though I know of the above's existence,
I still have this unknown question,
which keeps me from saying what is true,
that you belong to me and I belong to you.

But now that I see time flies by,
and from each other we become shy,
I'll walk two steps towards you oh treasured one,
Hoping you'll come out of the shadow to meet me in the sun.

Queen and a Pauper

Oh the queen of my dreams,
Don't be so kind on this pauper.
The old man tells me of you,
She is the wind, you can't stop her.

the other day you smiled and said thank you,
I swear it melted even this tough stone,
Awaiting a few words or to hear your angelic voice,
I keep glancing at my phone.

Everything you do or say,
seems an act of perfection,
Even the heavens speak,
speak of your affection.

Sitting below the Banyan tree,
Of you I was as always thinking.
Every second spent thinking of you,
In your love I was even more sinking.

I turned to my past, my teacher till now,
asking, with this, how should I go about?
You know if I take a step ahead what happens,
how do i get rid of this never ending doubt...

Carpe diem - A Life Extraordinary

People like you and me come and go,
In our lives, we make a few friends and foes.
But then there are those ladies and gents,
Who even non believers would think of as god-sent.
One such angel I remember first seeing dressed as an old lady,
Who for his kids in the movie was no less than a fairy.
Talking of fairies, later I saw him have a tiny fairy friend,
In that movie he could fight off the "Hook that bent".

He also had this ability to inspire and show the way,
Be it by going 'Hunting' or by suggesting to 'seize the day'.
On screen and in life he had his special way to heal,
The way he played Patch Adams, in that you could genuinely feel.
I remember hearing his voice as that of a genie,
Alas that genie of Aladdin is now really free...
A personification of "laughter is the best medicine",
He has now flubbered away from this world of sin.

Very few in their life time touch lives and hearts of millions,
You were one of them. You will be missed, Robin Williams.