Its not the little things which make me upset,
It’s the way you made them look so big.
When I think about the days we spent together,
Everything seems lovely and everything looks green.
I am not upset because you changed,
but I wonder how so quickly.
I have been insane, but I have still been the same.
I wonder when did you turn so inane.
It is the beauty of nature, when you look back,
You find it so much similar and you much known.
It is only the actors who change,
The story is the same,
Some filled with love and some filled with pain.
What we perceive is probably not the complete picture or may be not even the truth, what exists is perhaps more than we could encapsulate and think. May be emotions exist deeper than they could be defined and are much more complex than they are perceived as. I view life as learners ground and try to scribble about every string that produces sound, every stroke that forms a shape and every emotion that could be framed.
Friday, 8 April 2011
Thursday, 17 March 2011
I am within you
From the facsimile of delight, here I am with little light.
From the background of darkness and the mammoth of silence,
Here I am to outshine.
I am not outer side of your shadow you see,
I just outgrew from the darkness to the light.
From whispers of the bounded, to the passion of freedom,
I am not the gloried master but the the slave who fought hard.
I am not your master nor am i the slave
I am you, who is hidden underneath self.
I am you, who is sleeping inside you.
The one whom you never saw , the one whom you never desired.
From the pain of of your agony and the want to be free.
from the willingness to step up and desire to rise.
you will have to push me a little more beyond your own ego of self.
Because, I am the lone soul going to be with you in this journey of life.
From the background of darkness and the mammoth of silence,
Here I am to outshine.
I am not outer side of your shadow you see,
I just outgrew from the darkness to the light.
From whispers of the bounded, to the passion of freedom,
I am not the gloried master but the the slave who fought hard.
I am not your master nor am i the slave
I am you, who is hidden underneath self.
I am you, who is sleeping inside you.
The one whom you never saw , the one whom you never desired.
From the pain of of your agony and the want to be free.
from the willingness to step up and desire to rise.
you will have to push me a little more beyond your own ego of self.
Because, I am the lone soul going to be with you in this journey of life.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
After a long time..............
After a long time,
From the hidden stories, to the revealed truth.
It seems similar yet a different drama altogether
It looks as if I lost it again,
But founded how to loose it again.
I borrowed words to express,
I stole emotions to impress.
But I could still be me when in anger and distress,
As I said after a long time there is a progress.
Mild and heavy packets of emotions,
Lovely and sad similar moments.
With walks with similar talks,
With notions making it looks same
After a long time it looks similar but it is so different
From the hidden stories, to the revealed truth.
It seems similar yet a different drama altogether
It looks as if I lost it again,
But founded how to loose it again.
I borrowed words to express,
I stole emotions to impress.
But I could still be me when in anger and distress,
As I said after a long time there is a progress.
Mild and heavy packets of emotions,
Lovely and sad similar moments.
With walks with similar talks,
With notions making it looks same
After a long time it looks similar but it is so different
Sunday, 14 November 2010
If I was
If I was wind who could fly,
would have no limits and set no boundaries,
before reaching your yard.
If I was rays who could rise,
would have come to your door steps evry morning.
Lifted the veil of dark from your face,
would have smiled at you all bright.
If I was drops of dew,
that could melt.
would hav sprinkled my self on your eyes
made you feel how cold, is my melted soul.
If I could read your mind,
would want to know,
how fast is your heart beat right now ?
want to know if you like me liking you.
would have no limits and set no boundaries,
before reaching your yard.
If I was rays who could rise,
would have come to your door steps evry morning.
Lifted the veil of dark from your face,
would have smiled at you all bright.
If I was drops of dew,
that could melt.
would hav sprinkled my self on your eyes
made you feel how cold, is my melted soul.
If I could read your mind,
would want to know,
how fast is your heart beat right now ?
want to know if you like me liking you.
Friday, 11 June 2010
Look inside yourself
It was bright and colored in white,
It was near me yet so far.
But I could still see it with my eyes,
With a bliss of unknown delight.
See the self in the mirror and
See the self within the flesh.
See the soul inside you,
Beside the worldly glamour and disguise.
You can’t cheat him and you can’t hide
You can’t lie and can’t misguide.
It’s inside you and your basis of living,
It’s more than the conscience you value in this life.
Hold on to you and look in self,
There it appears piled with sins.
You might worry if you did it all,
It’s your soul and only yours who will have to carry all load
It was near me yet so far.
But I could still see it with my eyes,
With a bliss of unknown delight.
See the self in the mirror and
See the self within the flesh.
See the soul inside you,
Beside the worldly glamour and disguise.
You can’t cheat him and you can’t hide
You can’t lie and can’t misguide.
It’s inside you and your basis of living,
It’s more than the conscience you value in this life.
Hold on to you and look in self,
There it appears piled with sins.
You might worry if you did it all,
It’s your soul and only yours who will have to carry all load
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Moments of life
There are moments you restrain,
There are moments from which you refrain.
You run and you hide,
You instigate and you mitigate.
You remember some lost names,
You recall some forgotten games.
When you hear that similar sounding line and think,
Oh I have heard it before some place.
Every day in the present,
You carry those past states.
Were you were loved and cared by some
And ditched by some of the mates.
Life is lovely and lovely are those old forgotten days
There are moments which make you laugh,
And there are other for which you weep.
For rest of the memories you cherish they look good buried deep.
There are moments from which you refrain.
You run and you hide,
You instigate and you mitigate.
You remember some lost names,
You recall some forgotten games.
When you hear that similar sounding line and think,
Oh I have heard it before some place.
Every day in the present,
You carry those past states.
Were you were loved and cared by some
And ditched by some of the mates.
Life is lovely and lovely are those old forgotten days
There are moments which make you laugh,
And there are other for which you weep.
For rest of the memories you cherish they look good buried deep.
Monday, 17 May 2010
If you are different than this is the time
Saturated and full,
Now is the time for your actions than many.
Abstractions if any
Watch them with pity
Rise above the usual
To make up for what has been done
Grow beyond expectations
For what has forgone
Nothing is stronger than your will
Nothing should let you down and make subtle
If you were all than you shall be them
And if you are different than this is the time.
Now is the time for your actions than many.
Abstractions if any
Watch them with pity
Rise above the usual
To make up for what has been done
Grow beyond expectations
For what has forgone
Nothing is stronger than your will
Nothing should let you down and make subtle
If you were all than you shall be them
And if you are different than this is the time.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)