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.