One for You!

One for you!

Spell out your dreams to me,

for I am credulous;

spell out your aspirations to me,

for I am here to make you believe;

spell out your heartache’s to me,

for I will point you towards the greener side;

spell out your glee to me,

for I am here to proliferate it;

or maybe just tell me why you thrive for everything,

for I may provide you with something; confidence;

for I am what you make of me,

for I am how you hone me,

I am and I will be always there for you,

You just need to stop worrying and have faith in me,

for I am your heart and I do more than just pump the blood!

And My Heart Echoed

And My Heart Echoed

My fingers were itching to let go, to let them dive into the pool of the keys on my keyboard. It’s been a long time, since I wrote apiece. There are infinite reasons for this but the main reason is that my inspiration, my muse, the one who constantly nudged me to propel myself into the realms of writing was no longer around. She had dispersed somewhere with someone. Maybe the dreams that this “someone” had shown her were more boisterous than mine. Maybe he painted her another sky or just maybe, she was tired of those elusive dreams that I had shown her. Either way, the common remainder was me.

It’s been a couple of months now ; I feel sober, not love drunk like I was before. But, I will surely miss her presence. She was a natural aphrodisiac, her presence made me ecstatic. No, not in a vulgar way but in the same way as ones lover makes him/her feel. And now, all her thoughts just disparage at me. Few might call me a glib liar but now that she is really gone, I have nothing left to hide and no one to fear.

To begin with, she never really was mine; right from the start. It was just me, my feelings and my dreams. Though there was a time, when we did have something but I never really cared to give it that much attention.
So, here I am baring myself, accepting what I should have ages ago, immaculately. The present self does feel like an old friend who was ousted, long ago. The songs have now started to tickle my senses, the lyrics drilling a hole in my hard-shelled head. I am still waiting for that day when my thoughts will be my own and not of her. I am waiting on the day.

My soul is now mine for the taking, though still a part of it wants to crawl back to her, jump over the walls that she built between us, pierce through the confusions and reach those little strands of paradise, which once, we had shared.

“You were the one I saw coming and now I’m just confused who it really was and now I’m at the crossroads wondering which way to go and I have tried to run before and now I’m not running anymore.”


NOTE – Before someone draws some conclusion, the title is not plagiarized. Loved that book, so morphed the heading. :P :P :P

Cliche!

Cliche!

I’m searching for a new meaning
beyond your visible living
In the name of love,
lot has been entrusted,
In the name of love,
lot has been done
and a lot has been wasted.

Beyond the emptiness,
beyond the silence
I hope to reach a place,
where your presence will not be felt
where your existence will not bother me
where your life will never intersect mine
where we become more than just independent.

I always thought you to be the special one
one, who swept the ground off my feet
one, who made my heart skip its multiple beats
one, who gave a new meaning to my life
one, who taught me, it’s good to have hope.

But, a lot has been done in the name of love
let’s not add another reason to everything that we’re not.

Childhood for sale? I'm buying it!

Childhood  for sale? I'm buying it!

Little hands fiddling and curling up to make a shape. Innocence shining brightly a midst the pale view of the background. Shrieks of children creating a treble of shrill noises. Running, quarreling, complaining, crying, smiling, sharing and harmonizing were cheap commodities then, now everything has price. 

Now, no one can share love, one needs to buy it. Stills from the past do make me smile from within, from being an innocent young toddler followed by a childhood filled with a carnival of happiness and then the undying annoyance towards the mid-school with a little hint of his future to an adolescence of joyousness with charging hormones creating a person who now is, angry, bit selfish and has a sense of constructiveness finally ends up on a trodden path of life with the actions or course takes slight or no turn and evolving a man. And by this, everything is gone, few things for good and few just lost and difficult to re-live.

A new person with a different perspective to the world is born, a person coming out of paradise only to realize that a cave of darkness separates him from the realizing the goal to reach, the next paradise. Few, make it out early, few take time but eventually cross it. The hint is not about realizing the goal or cherishing what you have got, it’s about all the lost souls that you had to leave behind to get in shape.Earlier, life was simple, less confusing and less haunting.

The point of view has changed and will keep changing from time to time. It’s us who can try to be constant and stay in one piece.

Sometimes old memories just put up a smile upon my face. :)

To Infinity And Beyond....

To infinity and beyond

She walked past my theater of dreams
without even sparing a glimpse
she ought to have taken a different road
if I knew; I would have let my hand out.

The emotions will always be camouflaged
with a slight hint of annoyance and despair
she walked endlessly
from road to road, from lane to lane
to reach somewhere, infinite.

She stalled the traffic of my thoughts
she took hold of the mast of my desires
she mocked my helplessness towards her
she clinched my hopes and let it all burn.

Oh, what a sight, befallen in front of my eyes
the epicenter of emotions is going through turmoil
the dreams of the future that I had sewn, are now tearing apart
still she remains unfazed by this
and all she does, is walk towards the unknown,
to somewhere infinite and beyond.

K.L.P.D

She moaned and groaned, something must have clicked, I thought, I took it out and let it in again, still she made a hassling sound. I tried and re-tried to work on it, sweaty I was, tired I was, maybe she was too, I let her drink the cold water and then I made another attempt and inserted it again, this time, she didn't screech and the key worked and so, I closed the car door and drove off.