Friday, 31 August 2012

ƧhIverS

The wave of unrest,
ruffling through my nerves,
I sense excitement
for reasons unknown,
Should I let it wash me away,
or hold on tight and,
stay where I have been?

The new territory is unventured
though I have had my share of peek
There is no right,
as there is no wrong
All that is at stake is me,
getting destroyed in the process
and all that has ever been.
or,
it will be my first step in paradise,
a whole new bright world,
the scene with my eyes shut tight
sprung to life.

I can tell the end when it is coming
or more correctly, my heart
throbbing and beating, hard at that
sending shivers through me.

maybe I should freeze ,
and let this time fly by
not be overwhelmed by spinning
when my world is in a blur.
It's a set pattern,
life becomes beautiful,
the center of my universe is defined,
and the star shines.
But, as the hourglass drops each sand grain,
the nebula dwarfs,the abyss reappears,
and, the shivers concur.

Sunday, 5 August 2012

The other end of pendulum

Rat race.
what does it take to get apart?
a pinch of indifference,
but not a little too much
for a little here,
and a little there,
would sway you away from
the reason you got away.

Questioning self and the ways of your being,
an unsettling unrest residing in your heart
Is it worth it to go on?
the road less travelled,
a mountain of 'what ifs' mounting your chest
but then 'decisions' have never been my favourite

what am i searching for?
a pIvot,
something around which my life can revolve,
the idea of imprinting ,
a direction of life to live.



The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking.Don't settle.

As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. (Steve Jobs)


I hope.

Monday, 18 June 2012

Eyes

It's beating faster and I want to slow down
head or heart,
I wish I could tell one from another
nothing it is that i know
but it seems there is nothing that can matter
I want to run away,
and the faster i do, the closer i get
I wonder if it's really what seems to be
or just another thought stream in my deserted mind.
it hasn't tasted blood, hasn't had it through such speeds.
Is it just an oasis?
and me a thirsty traveller ?
The temptation is irresistible
the powers of universe brought at my command
It's a mystery
the risk of unveiling which ;
 i cannot take
but..
what is life , but without risks.

'to be or not to be'
the question rings through centuries,
and still goes around the circle of lives. 

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Melody of Silence ♫♫

i thought i could see clearly.
illusion.
the whistle of vacuum broke the reverie,
i found myself in the valley of veils.
marooned.
my strongest efforts in vain,
the thread strands broken,
never to be joined again.
fork.
for the first time i give up; i lose,
still, you didn't win ; you lost,
what you know not of ;

i grant you what you always wanted,
void.
the melody of silence.

Transient tranquility


The apparent hollowness of all that was,
makes it hard to believe,
to have something which was never meant to be.

As the clocks tick,
i feel apprehension weighing me down.
Senseless it all seems
It's just been few hours,
and it seems an eternity has passed.

In a room;
in a trance;
where yu have a door at every glance
none of them are blocked
there are keys to every lock
then they become problem of the solution they are meant to be;

Go on is what i would like to do
but which way?
Is there a way? has to be.
A quantum sound, echoing revertibly;
it has to pave a path.

A tug of war searin' me apart
the unassuming inclination
takes everything i have to keep balanced
still you have me hypnotised.

The future seems hazy
as it has always been
it's the present that worries me.

In the game of pointing arrows,
the arrow will never stop
it would never know where to begin.

I let the guards down
and set out ;
travelled deep and explored
till i found me and lost it to you.
the stone heart defense rendered useless

I thought accepting and forgiving were difficult stuff
now i know,
forgetting is the toughest on cards
a vicarious pain keeps itself tied.

Instincts say get away;
but if it was just as easy.
In practicality and sensibility
i hate it all; all parts of it
every inch screaming NO
but by some insane magic
they come together to agree to a yes.

Of past & h0pe


innocence is what your face reflects..

but this is not who you are..

it makes me weak..revoke the subtle..

my past staring right through me..

...something in me feels wrong..

but i want to believe i was right..

everything for everyone..

guilt i cannot stand..

whether it be lies or tricks..

reason for all that's done..

but that changes nothing..

i can only hope
you get a good way..
so that i can..


is that me reduced to bits..utter disgrace..

center of universe within me...

a lie within a lie..

living it..breathing..

forgetting all in the mirror..

reality cannot cross the virtual..

looking within.. a well so deep

nothing but darkness visible

suffocating within ...

a ray of light is what can bring a new dimension..

deep within..

i can only hope
you get a good way..
so that i can..