Emotions...

The night was dark.. The wind blew cold.. The leaves fluttered and spread themselves.. Across the porch.. Across the porch, she stood still.. Watching the stars as they went gleam Gleam they went From night to night She sang the song That came to her mind.. It came to her mind From her heart.. The tune was new The words were smart.. The words were smart Nobody taught her to rhyme She did this since she was 2 Little did she know, it was a crime.. Yes, it was a crime The civilization did not know the art They just knew how to play the dart Play the dart Is all they did… They claimed art A sinful deed Mom said, “oh my child, I warn you of hell.. Coming soon to take away your smile.. “Take away your smile And never let you be.. What you want, my dear Is not in this world for thee…” “Its not for you To sing and dance They will never bear the happiness And enjoy your trance..” “You sing my dear...

A thundering sound passed by.. The loud firing jolted me back As the speed added a zest to my fly.. I am pulled in the momentary series of images, emotions, and a thought.. An experience of a visionary creation of my imagination.. Oh again in that usual daydream, I am happily caught.. It starts with a dense cloud of dust on my face As I rub my eyes to see through the haze Oh my god, a Desert Storm  in front of my eyes!!! My heart sets itself on an undefined pace.. The evening's red light fills the sky I approach the beast.. And wish to fly.. The sun sets in the background As I see the evening approach.. I decide to settle in the astound.. Its then, I see the moon rise in the night's blue.. The road's all empty.. I park my S torm  under a street light, a little mist around... A dog crosses, looks at me with a refrain.. A dry leaf flies with the breeze.. Settles itself aside in disdain.. I prepare, and wear my gear.. As I assure my St...

"Life is a river they say. No matter what, a river always turns, goes through ups and downs and never stops to move on!” ‘Life cycles’, a documentary on cycling, is something that moved me a lot! This apparently was shared with me by my elder brother, an avid cyclist himself. Cycling didn’t happen to me just like that. I was always skeptical at the beginning; thought cycling was to be done only during school days. I’m grown up now, cycling would be just stupid! But no, it turned out to be more fun than earlier! Trust me when I say that, the moment you know your effort is making you go faster, become a kid again, cut through traffic and sweat all the anger out: All of that just makes you want to cycle more! The wind on your face feels much much better than that while riding an Activa! I was inspired by my brother’s stint and that’s how one fine day I got the bike out of the rubble, dusted off some cobwebs, oiled the chains, fixed the gears, bloated the tyres and made my m...

Isn’t it nice to love and be loved back? One feeling to another as if jumping a track…   One door opens avenues of wonder The other simply allows me to maunder…   Remnants of past I dust away As beautiful flowers come my way…   Happiness whispers its giggles to me Overjoyed, I shake a leg, my mind free…   Refusing to turn around, I walk this new boulevard With a lot in mind, I plant new seeds in our secret yard… :)

Somewhere lost in the sea of silence, I try to find the solace in you, I try to live the truth, and there I find me in you... I know I build the restlessness around us for some time... But your talk seizes the pressure every time… The wind goes still for a while… Oh that wouldn’t deter me to carry on for miles… But you know the fact.. I cannot go on for long with the same smile… I feel I’m rowing this boat a little too hard… But I'm probably thinking of too far! I’m sure the waves would lead us to the shore But me being me, I would still row… I know trivialities happen for a reason… But you know, with time, changes the season… Yes times do change, and so do thoughts, they say... A tiny ray of hope would still help me play… Along the crevices I will still follow your way, To help you think, if you may...

Oh finally it has come to me.. To write and plea.. To the lord almighty.. - "Help, coz I need some things for free..!" Wait, no longer I can.. Coz enough I have ran.. Behind unrealistic faces.. Now I wish to get rid of some traces.. Plans now are a little more tangible.. Some instinctively manageable... Priorities, I know are some unset.. Few new are now on the crest... Set for some new locations.. unknown expressions.. trying to get rid of some clumsiness and foolish infatuations now is the need to get in a different set of relations... Love, I know will happen to me.. As time will flee.. With little nervousness and curiosity.. I take my steps to set myself free...!

Cool wind on my face Reminds me I’m stuck in a maze A dusky haze I fail to wipe off… Moments pass by A smile with a wry No tears to cry I fail to write me off… Off they go With a smirk in their eyes Off they go With ignorance on their minds Off they go.. my feelings.. Oh! off they go from all the sides Looking out with an array of bewildered emotions I’m letting myself be taken away in this wind’s direction Without your sanction Oh lord! how do I put my past off… Standing on the edge of this cliff I wonder if I at all miff Oh please don’t play the riff In the times so stiff When I fail to look out for a partner to just laugh it all off….