The pursuit of happiness is a chase for a lifetime..
Monday, June 22, 2009
Can you read my silence??
I turn the inside out of myself...
...Sitting to re-iterate and brain dump my thoughts somewhere...a stint to give my mind and eyes a sticky-note kind of reminder of what I want...
I am not unreasonable, nor adamant...
I am approximately correct in reaching a fact that I am craving...so much like all of us...
I will never follow trends in pursuit of happiness...
I am desire driven...
There are things which are not meant to be, but they are...
I am an unknown, unidentified follower of somebody...but I am not crowd...
I have continued to live ‘coz my dreams are someone’s treasure in my eyes!
If I get starry eyed with you, as I talk...I am drifted in those thoughts yet again...thoughts of love which was no false...the essence of life so much so that I look into the empty sky ...until far somewhere...and back through the window on the...couch and cushion with ‘my wine’ and ‘your beer...’
and no blink...
catch me smile...and no blink...
...Sitting to re-iterate and brain dump my thoughts somewhere...a stint to give my mind and eyes a sticky-note kind of reminder of what I want...
I am not unreasonable, nor adamant...
I am approximately correct in reaching a fact that I am craving...so much like all of us...
I will never follow trends in pursuit of happiness...
I am desire driven...
There are things which are not meant to be, but they are...
I am an unknown, unidentified follower of somebody...but I am not crowd...
I have continued to live ‘coz my dreams are someone’s treasure in my eyes!
If I get starry eyed with you, as I talk...I am drifted in those thoughts yet again...thoughts of love which was no false...the essence of life so much so that I look into the empty sky ...until far somewhere...and back through the window on the...couch and cushion with ‘my wine’ and ‘your beer...’
and no blink...
catch me smile...and no blink...
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Don’t frisk me; I am weaponless.
Just camouflaged for a while. I am same from inside.
If I stop at you, you’re probably remarkable; if I move on you've hurt me deep...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I don’t know why…
...I got a diamond studded wrist watch the other day... ‘I got a gift!’
`long before I could convince myself…I fondled with the chain, the case, the dial…stared at the name of the watchmaker…and I kept quiet…
…for all the things he couldn't do for me; for all the things he will not do for me; for all the unintended disheartening words he ever said and for the love that would just go…that was the most ridiculous apology…
…for nothing can make up for it!
`long before I could convince myself…I fondled with the chain, the case, the dial…stared at the name of the watchmaker…and I kept quiet…
…for all the things he couldn't do for me; for all the things he will not do for me; for all the unintended disheartening words he ever said and for the love that would just go…that was the most ridiculous apology…
…for nothing can make up for it!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sometime later...
…after everything, I understood…it’s never enough
…beyond him, I discovered…new roads, converging back to him
…without love, I feel…like an undiscovered brook
…there is some truth; I confess...I don’t want to accept
…life, I take…has a purpose unknown
…those people, I chase…showed me love, once
…sometimes when, I talk…I don’t want to be heard
…to someone, I am…a lovely obsession
…somehow, I realized…everyone has their own meaning of love
Today, as I walk alone on the road…I mindlessly wander,
Is love just a convenience, after certain point?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
…night, cold sand…nothing in sound, sound of river…words, empty echo…clutched hands, fingers…raw fear, ageless… tear drop, wet lash… midnight, by watch…
love, in arms… feel, the breaths... your eyes, my life... halt, my travel… wish, on a broken star…
…my world, you!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
my crying kid at home…
feeling like a fish out of water! Ah, Ah…
‘letting go is love too, it is…!’. I made that hopefully intelligent remark, meant to be consoling and convincing. But the heart has its own reasons; beyond the meaning of this surface. It feels love when it is there; it still feels it when it’s nowhere around…I would‘d rather made him usual to denials.
…I go out and leave it at home now; lest he makes sentimental fantasies again…
To come back and say, "sorry...my heart, you're safer here".
Monday, August 25, 2008
And the thread missed the weave…
…with his own thoughts he sat outside his own mind
behind him was a world of his people he wanted to be in
his heart held his hand and eloped with emotions
which tangled with someone else’s
behind him was a world of his people he wanted to be in
his heart held his hand and eloped with emotions
which tangled with someone else’s
…he looks into the mirror of blue water
basks in the love of love; frowns to the poke of his silly lover
and behind him he left the fabric of his home
the world especially will identify him of the same…so what if he missed the weave...so...what...!!
