Hope

Pangs extracted 
Views unshared 

Awaken from the sleep 
Dream unseen 

Shouldering the weight 
Existence unbearable which I see

Wind felt on the skin 
Triggering emotions and thoughts 
Creating undying memories 

State of mind 
The soul flies 

Not far away I traveled 
But around the world I feel 

Watching the world so pure
Polluted thoughts I see 

Idealistic hopes 
But reality has its pangs 

Living words

Speaking is an art not to be taken lightly. With words creating and destroying worlds everyday, we still tend to under-estimate their power. Emphasis always being on language to impress, to persuade, to impose, to lead ,these are some of its uses aggressively propogated. Conventionally we are taught since childhood the use of these words in a certain manner or discipline in an effort to standardise everybody's understanding of the same words. Even then we have problems interpreting and deciphering other people's intentions or ideas using the same words.

It does create curitosity in me to understand, how is it that the same words used by different people could be interpreted or received differently. May be the other mediums of communication are probably much more influencing then the words coming out or may be these words are useless unless used in conjunction with certain jestures or body language. Writing would be quite a challenge in this case as there is no body to observe while reading, omitting that essential element of the body language but still most words are received as intended by its readers. Therefore, use of words must be an art and it is as we all know today.

About couple months back, I saw two birds fighting over a morsel of food ,each time the other would take the lead by pushing the other away. It would go back and raise its head and make a loud bird-ish squeek as if a roar of threat but the other bird challenging the roar. That made me think. If there was a medium ofcommunication stronger than the these signals, may be then they will learn to share and work something out.

But then I thought, if these birds did have advanced communication skills they would start debating and arguing and reasoning, subject to they being of the civilised kind they would not end up getting physically challenging. If they were too civilised they would gather up other friends using their advanced oratory and persuasive skills in communication to gain the support of other's in the fight for morsel. Communication models societies...To great extend it molds us into a lifestyle and habbits like a living force...

Blessing

Seeking warmth
I move towards
Comfort I feel
Without anything but a pair

Looking at them makes me wonder
I wish they have my life as well
Grew me to what I am
I feel I see my childhood in them

Sight does not get tired
Feel the energy they radiate
Nourishment for my eyes
Food for my soul

They are the blood in my veins
Shining brightly in their fame
Truly they are a miracle
Blessing which is not measurable

Why do they love us so
Knowing one day they will go
Leaving us behind alone
The thought I dread because I know
I will be finished without them

True words I say & no more
My hands shake & knees shiver
My heart melts & I feel hurt

Why do they love us so
I want them to have my years
The days & nights alone I fear
Without there prayers and wishes
I cannot fare

What power is bestowed to them?
How come they have this care?
My wondering mind would only rest
If I see them once again…..

Seen

Brown dust and clay skins have risen again,
Crashing souls under our guilty sins,
Brings lover's wrath again,

Endless dreams bring awakening to the worlds unseen,
Blurness between dreams and reality is felt,
But left unseen again,

Throbing urges against our wills,
Burning guilt is felt,
But left unseen again,

Wondering minds with no actions,
Thoughts that need some reactions,
Are felt through but left unseen again,

Seen through the eyes of avengers,
Too late are our actions again,

Emotions through which we stare,
Are left alone and subdued,
Though they are real,
Lines are blured between reality and dreams,
Are felt but left unseen again,

Empty hearts with bodies no mind,
Don't feel the need to compromise again,
Purity of actions and sincerety of intentions,
Reflect not in our actions,
When will we see again,

People came and they left,
World remains a hollow show,
Brown dust and clay skins will rise again,
In hope one day someone will see again.

Lying Shadows

What a buzz, what a scare

Almost facing my own fear

Something lurks in the shadowy past

Truth will hide in the dark

What I feel maybe not real,

The burning desire is my lonely fear

Looking forward makes me wonder

Is it the shadow

Behind which I hide

Dark smoke without fire

Beings which I cannot hire

Dreadful looks are not more scary

Looking inside is the fear of me

Running after the material to acquire

Hearing cries and worldly sorrows

Lonely feelings in the world full of people

What else can be worth crying

Looking around and meeting people

Everybody has the same old lie

Love matters and truth is good

Disciples of satan and more of his lies

The green grass and blue sky

Empty cradles and hollow dreams

Forgotten purpose and lost cause

What we see is no more real

Thankful impressions and valentines

Killing each other is not a mime

Buying everything and still so poor

We are not humans but the shadowy figure

Facing these fears is not a choice

The shadow being is very real........

First Scent

I wait for the day and I wait for the night,

Hoping for the time when you'll be mine

Nothing breaks the smile on my face or the tear in my eye

Till I hear your whisper from the sky (txt message)

I wear your love but I cannot see mine

To let it flow wildly is how I attract your eyes (i miss u)

Patience wears thin in your wait

For the meeting of our love shall await

The coming of the right time is expected

Wait o’stupid heart of mine

No need to rush, cry or haste..

Let the time be quick and swift in its form

Even if I have to see the wrinkles in your eye

Waiting to hear your voice in love

With anticipation I drown myself

Till your touch I find

Nothing touches me more than your words

For the lips they flow from are already mine

Roaring of my heart cannot be heard from near

You can only hear it when you are far from here

When I grow bald, old and grey

I shall look in your eyes and find myself the same way

As we were on the very first day...

Dedicated to an angel called 'Beenish'

Living Memories

Memories do not fade away, they linger on for as long as they are not replaced with better memories. But each memory has its own signature and that is a problem. Because sometimes you just want to forget even the good ones. Good memories remind you of how things were better and how much you wish things just work out in that particular way forever.....

I suppose all of these phases are temporary and nothing is forever. Everything comes to end, except that while carrying good and bad memories, life just feels too darn long..... With all our planning and forward thinking, it's all useless as nothing can guarantee good or bad memories. Very difficult to create perfect memories...

Man gets older but some memories remain fresh and young almost like as if it was just yesterday.....

Strength

There is so much beauty to see around us yet we usually choose not to out of sheer choice. We do actually see what we want to see. Newspapers are sold on basis of the most sensational and gripping news item for the day and media would drag it for at-least a month till some old-man is glad that he is dying soon. Tragedy, sadness, sorrow apparently attracts us more than other things in life. Is it really our purpose in life to live a few decades and then just die away without any trace? I wouldn't like to think so. How can a man/woman live a life which could engulf an entire universe with all the emotions, experiences and feelings. Any man/woman dying away destroys the whole universe..... and each time somebody dies he/she takes a piece of universe with them if not whole.

Letting Go

Everyone moving forward in life, experiencing its various offerings. The experiences one has from the past tend to stick around, especially the exceptional ones. Looking at these exceptional experiences makes me think what aspects of those were exceptional and why so ? And I found there were just too many right things happening at the right time. But some experiences where one thing was wrong, spoiled the whole experience from being exceptional.

Letting go of that one wrong thing becomes rather too difficult to forget and thus lingers on with me in life. As much as I try hard to let it go, I can't. Asking many people how does one actually let go regardless of their age, gender, etc. I got so many varieties of reply except one which sort of got stuck to me was
"It is easier to FORGIVE than to FORGET".

Perfect reply but now I have another line which I might have a problem letting go....

Bitterness

Living your daily routine.... managing your affairs but there is a world inside of us, managing that, is another thing all together. I guess if you are bitter inside the world outside doesn't seem so sweet. The lingering tangy feeling inside can't make the world outside feel any sweeter.. but ultimately the world outside is the one who's tastes we carry inside....irony.....of things among many in this life....

Food for thought I guess....

Faces

Fascinating to see the faces evolve and change at various stages of one's life. Face of baby even wins the heart of satan himself. The so called whispers and temptations don't seem to work on a child.

Teenage comes, whispers become stronger, accountability, responsibility starts to emerge as the other abilities develop. Experimentation and self discovery becomes the order of this stage. Fitting into the crowd, sense of belonging starts to take the priority. Whispers ha ha , the world itself starts to whisper in your ears, temptation becomes easier to get us indulged in.

Late teens, become self indulgence, mighty praise for oneself as the specimen develops with a new face in the mirror. Early twenties, gives the courage to face new thrills and seek more thrills.

Late twenties, finally our faces are useful for our society and hopefully meet their expectations. Some faces like to be seen, some prefer to see other faces. Questions and answers are wondered upon in more detail. Some start to dream during the day. Once the dreams starts to become real, the face seeks a similar face to look at for rest of their lives.

Blinding Glitter

We have developed a strong fascination with the stars in our cities with its blinding glitter and glamor. With these sparkling distractions in our cities we fail to see the true stars in the sky.

May be we got too much use to the idea of stars and lights presented to us on a platter in our cities. May be we do not wish to see anything more beautiful and naturally inciting. Or it is just that we do not feel that we should work hard to find the glorious guiding stars who once shown our earlier civilizations directions to new lands and discoveries.

In order to see the starry sky in all its grandeur and glory, one has to train his/her eyes to ignore the stars on land and let the stars in the sky reveal themselves.

I feel that the glittering sky has exchanged places with the starry earth. So, the once sky full of stars has faded away as the lights on earth became brighter. Even though earth used to be as dark as sky seems today.

Eyes

One glance into somebody's eyes can sometimes say so many words that we can become speechless. The only reply to such conversation can be just a stare....

Eyes can lie, may be, may be not but the adventures which one can have are guaranteed to be of varying experiences.

Pity, one cannot take this as a full time hobby. Each individual carries a world inside with so much depth and attraction. Some of the timeless experiences would probably be in somebody's eyes.

Rage for a Moment

Ticking away time does not have breaks, yet our minds have brakes, speed bumps, slopes.... As if this was not enough, one has to keep track of ones' heart as well.

Moments keep running one after another whether borrowed, taken or given. These don't wait. Life is full of moments raging towards what ? don;t know... Chasing history while moments keep flying away right under our nose. Words broken and put together again to justify the moments which pass away. Dreams, aspirations and desires makes one live in a hope or for that moment....

Breaking the silence, shouting for some moments to come quicker than other's. My dream is my hope..for that moment...

Wash-away Memories

Really have to give credit to nature for not allowing us to have perfect memories. Thinking back there are so many things which could really burden us through out our lives so much if we had remembered them. Almost feel like dragging our feet through the quick sand. Not being able to move forward in life.


Imagine some memories you would not want to forget but remembering them can be painful because the environment, time, people, moods, nothing is the same. And you keep on wishing for the same circumstances and expecting everything else to fall in place for that memory to be re-lived again.... No matter how we try can't get it back to re-live the same experience.... what would be the price of those memories I wonder....

Creating new memories seems to be the only way....Rest has to be just washed away....wishful
thinking I suppose....