Friday, January 31, 2014


Most of us are programmed to live and behave the certain way. Speak so much, dress this way, laugh light, and breathe an inch less and what not. It is like the Clarke’s table – the numbers are fixed, and no further math stands chance. That is not how life is supposed to be, break rules and set your spirits free – live the life you deserve, no one can grab that from you.

You have something half done, which demands your heart and attention. You have toiled once for it thinking, it forms a major part of your life. You started with all the passion you could hold on to and left it when something crawled in that shadowed it. You are no quitter, pursue it and make yourself feel proud.

Do you think it is ever late to apologize for the long lost fight? It is not, you still have it hanging on to the corner of heart. Speak or say a sorry, or go a few steps down though it rubs your ego – fix it. It isn't worth to carry the bundle of sorrows around.  The relations that you can mesh back price more important than the arrogance.

You like someone and you fail to express. It may be coz of a numerous reasons – wrong timings, fear of rejection, ego or humiliation. May it be anything, don’t you think it is of any value being locked up within the chambers of your heart. Show it light and life, not guaranteeing a success, but it is far more justice. You may never know what is in store!

Were you hurt, or put to worry – you may want to stay strong and tact. With all the thorns that bruise you bad and hurt the feelings, you are free to let go. Cry loud, till it shed a river of tears, let the pain out of your system till your mind gets clean. It never makes you weak or gullible, you totally have a pass.

Monday, January 27, 2014

It is TIME

See the storm roll on to my side
Silent as it always crouched in
It urges me to receive and revive
And be the one who I am not close to

Giving up the glee and sadness
Taking up da new route here on
Gear up my spirits all my way
Make me feel the breath of freedom

Walking my way, the new way
Crossing the stages and borders
Searching for new sought boundaries
With the welcoming spirits of new life

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Wings of Love

It is the third of the kind, spending the quality time off the regular. There is music, food and wine, and the place looked fine and classy. 

There he sits in front of her, and as usual he is no less of stories to share. She got dressed up graceful, a lot sophisticated than the last. She is not at ease, while locking her cold fingers against one another. She finds him talk a lot, where the words fly over and barely enter her system. She nods herself to wave to the discussion and stare at the latest book he has bought for her. The title of the book says - "Beautiful Liar", and all she can think through is him. She could feel is her heart pound fast and loud, that she was scared it would start speaking much before she can. All the courage she picked up start to fail her, as his eyes lock with hers. She tries to run away, but something keeps pulling her back. 

She wished to find some peace, but the lonesome star seems chasing her, poking and forcing her. All she wanted is to grab his hands and say how much he meant to her, and that all she sees is him. She needs that dream to hold on to and get lost in the warmth it can spare. She could not define it, and if you call it love that is what it means!