I am nothing, I am everything

I am my ground, I am my sky

I can make my wings, If I want to fly.

I am my sea, I am my shore

Don't stop me, I can be much more.

I am my rain, I am my sun

Soaking in the beauty of each, is always fun.

I am my flute, I am my song

Its the lyrics of life, that can never go wrong

I am my freedom, I am my fetter

Every time I have fallen, it has been for better.

I am my tear, I am my smile

Let me be myself, for a little more while.

Presumptions

Leaves move

Even with fleeting winds...

  

  

Even when the wind blows

Even when the rain pours

Leaves never move

If there are no leaves

On a barren tree.

Sordid conversations

We wish you were there
In drunken dreams, in love
In times of desperation
And aching gaps of existence

Former love, we say
But who are we kidding?
We long for you evermore
The present lies soaked in the past

It was so full of dreams of the future

One tires of love and friendship
One tires of all those meaningful meaningless words
One really does tire of looking at that door ajar
I guess we shall never love again


I want to tell you I told you so
I hate you for losing your bet
I trample, I tread, I slaughter
And promises, they are meant to be broken

Be Quiet

there are times when we get disillusioned with everything around us ..times when everything seems meaningless.....times which throws out our beliefs in everything we based our selves on ....

times when we abandon the over-rated thing we call hope....times when we fear our future coz the present is dismaying.....times when you dont hear ur inner soul speak to you ...times when we feel bereft unfounded, groundless ......times when there is time n there is no time......times when you just dont know....!!!!!

...... n those r times whn u need to hold on.....hold on n stay with everything you have ....hold on n stay n be quiet ...hold n stay n be quiet ......n shhhhhh ....no desperation....for this is the test of your forbearance ....wait ...for the spring to roll back again ...wait for the roads to speak back to you again ...wait for the sky to be blue again ....wait for the water soaked earth to dry up ..so tht u can walk in the sunshine ...till then ...shhh ..be quiet...no noises...hold on ... shhhhh... wait.......

The Ritual

Blogs for me have increasingly become about Hiatuses - both brief and long. Unlike any of my relationships, the blogs dont question my disappearances or reappearances but somehow, I cant help feeling guilty. Had I not written about it, as I havent in all previous times..I would apologize to It in my heart for being away... before scathing it with my pains or adorning it with my pride. Atleast I have stopped making false promises. It will not be long, till I again disappear.

Reconstruct

Its the morning after the night. It would have been the usual morning after the night had I not really woken up today from the deep slumber . The skewed reality in which I was living. I wanted to ask him to come back home , but it was actually time for me to come back home . I had been away for too long ... I still am in the realm of two spheres but mostly what you can see is the real one . And now that I have woken up, I think I should be able to see it... the reality, the truth. In the distance, I can see the masons on their way to work. I think its time to reconstruct.

Oh, did I tell you...it rained last night !

Beginning

Hot and humid room in the mid of summer. The fan is running but does not seem to circulate any air. Probably there is not much air in the room. Moist, humid, heavy droplets of old memories has filled all the empty spaces in the room. The particles are so heavy , that its even difficult to breath. I think its time to open some windows , its time to let this heavy air dissolve itself into thin air or just cling so hard together that they cant be held together any more . Precipitate...to let themselves go as those cool droplets that touch your skin, drench your soul and melt you like a clay.... to be reformed again.... into a new mould. A new form, which takes shape in the presence of beaming sun, that gushes on you when you are growing, strengthening yourself in his light.

I am making a pitcher this time..after the rain, in the sun.

I need to learn to hold.