Misery of being idle and being engaged

I lay lazed and shrunk,

from dawn to dusk.

With idle mind and body,

they say you shall lose it all.

Doing nothing! Nothing at all?

But this is my seldom experience

to gather the wisdom,

from the sun and the wind.

There have been no past events,

nor there happens to be a chance.

Where I was in comfort,

without any stance.

Then I pondered, told my self.

Let’s enjoy the misery,

misery of being idle

and being engaged.

Someday I was here.

The reminiscent of these pathways will remain deep.

The hidden gateways, the known sidewalks

The dosa and the coffee will be missed

These one-ways, these dead ends

The narrow roads with large big pit falls

The summer rain and the pleasant winters

It will always remain ingrained.

This city would know me and I would know her forever

Some day if I am back

This land would know I was here

and was the most passionate lover

There would be many

who will be her guests,

But there would be very few like me,

Who would learn her so well.

From language to streets.

From directions to treats.

All would know and agree,

Someday I was here.

Story of the broken heart

Watery eyes with emotions pouring down.

The skin getting rougher from all the sides.

Beauty was losing its age slowly,

love had gone but the life yet to end.

The songs played had no melody,

sarcasm was in all the questioning eyes.

This was not the only misery,

the cast of past shadow where still not slimming away.

The song of the unknown routes of life,

the silky sloughed emotions

and the sulky heart was still pouring,

down all the way till feet.

The story of broken heart,

Is long to be heard.

It’s the soul which matters,

and yet body made to suffer.

someday It would be us forever.

Some day  life will be larger than it appears.

Some day there will be colors, more than grey and white

Some day there will be a rainbow and not the thunders scaring me away

Some day you will be holding me while we look at the sky.

Some day I will not be kept waiting.

Some day the shadows of dark won’t hunt me any longer.

Some day the sun would come to my balcony,

Smiling with glory and filling my life with light.

Some day there will be a new dawn.

Some day it will be more than disappointment.

Some day it will be more than coffee,

and  will be served with  love and care.

Some day my dear,someday you would learn

that its not about only you.

Someday it will be more than that little pride.

someday It would be us  forever.

For all the loving souls

Revisiting the old lessons of wisdom,

On a new page of life.

Meeting the unknown name,

Stepping out from the known.

I am back again,

Again on crossroads.

Having Known them well before

I still came so far

Anguished and uncertain,

Despite knowing there is only one home.

Having known the truth,

Still flew in false hope.

Here I come back,

To learn the hard way.

But as always ready to learn,

Despite whatever they say.

Here I am with no hard feelings,

With a warm heart and wide open arms.

This time for a new tomorrow,

For all the loving souls.

Windows of Life

Sane and insane windows of life

Are visible to none

The older, the wiser , the unknown and own 

It deceived one and all.

Peeping and sneaking away some how

We got along some way of adventure

Looking for the truth,

Behind the tall beautiful painted walls.

When looked into details

There appeared a crack

Through which you could see,

See all the minute flaws

No two bricks appeared similar

Nor were the shades the same

The beauty which was visible so far

Blame it to perception actually seemed lame

Call it ignorance or innocence

Yet it filled me with shame

The vision was blurred and the belief shaken,

But then it occurred to me "to err is human".

This is a game * caution  "Addictive, hurtful"

However I know you will play it again

Complications of sophisticated love stories

Complications of sophisticated love stories,

Are the infamous and  rare.

In midst of the busy schedule,

They hardly took time to care.

The gorgeous glowing skin fades away soon,

And the cracks below the skin deep beauty, are soon revealed.

The wining smiles win a thousand hearts,

And in the end disappear like a shooting star.

The music of confused soul could hardly play,

And in the end they were forced to play the original way.

The disguised frame with a window on it,

Has more to offer than beautiful lies

Sins are many but few move to fame,

Stories with love and passion sound the same

Complicated love stories are every where,

Looking for rescue and looking for shoulder to share

There is always a prince and there is a princess,

But my dear this is a game with few more names