The Fighter

You think she is weak, but that's okay,
You will go through tomorrow, what she went through today,
The rough consequences of you going away,
Will come back and kill you, when she goes astray.

She will be a fighter all through the way,
The one that fought to keep you, sure knows how to play,
She knows you're not wrong, but she'll know come what may,
If you're not fighting to keep her yet another day.

She fill your life with warmth like sunny Sunday,
She will hold you and love you and beg you to stay,
But don't leave her alone for a minute, I pray,
'Coz she will leave you forever, and then make you pay.

No one in the universe can give you so much,
And make you thank your stars with every tiny touch,
You will know quite easy, when it's falling apart,
And nothing you'll do will fill the void in your heart. 

Dream forevermore

Let me dream, let me dream,

Dream of a land, so far away,

Of a land where you and me

Shall forever together be.

Let me dream of our little world

Full of love and honesty

Imperfect it just may get

For us to mould and make perfect

Frolicking through games of the heart,

Arguing but never apart,

Enriched by sojourns in broken lands

We'll build paradise with our own hands

Little products of our innocence,

Will play in gardens, oh so green!

Bringing smiles to heal our scars

That tortured us through all  these years

Thereby we shall so gracefully age

Turn quietly each unknown page

Till in each other's arms we rest

To reach another lifetime, another test

Yes i might a dreamer be,

But in this dream I want to live,

This dream shall always make me smile

Coz you alone make life worthwhile

A rhyme of contradictions

Every time I think I mustn't ponder any more,

Fight the demons, and win the war

Each time somewhere the conscious breaks,

And goes out on a tangent.

Each time I think I will not try,

To reach the sky and learn to fly,

The bitter resolve just fades away,

And I am far from content.

Every instance of the plural,

Makes my mind just flip and whirl,

While slowly my life depletes to none,

And the abstruse comes a-calling,

The sounds of love bring me to real,

And I suddenly start to feel,

The deepest thoughts just cannot hold,

While I just keep on falling..

The inconclusive broken path,

That I traverse with the coldest heart,

Just breaks into a song of old,

And dances like amourous breathing.

There seems like nothing ever changed,

And I end up some more deranged,

The seasons just go floating past,

Like my transformations' unceasing.

Epilogue:

Destiny must come to rule,

Another day, another fool,

Loathing reason in every way,

She just smiles and comes to play,

Caught up in a desperate run,

All she wants is a little fun,

All conflicting she must leave,

As these stories she does weave,

Taking lives along the way,

We can have but little say,

Promises experience,

While we walk in wilful trance..

This time next year

This time next year I want a feeling

Of plenitude and abundance,

Of a lack of monetary concerns,

And the trust in fate and chance.

This time next year I want to be

In a position of certain authority,

More learned than I ever was

And recognized by a majority.

This time next year I need to have

A bond far greater than friendship,

A red-golden hue of the world in my mind,

To look forward to a honeyed trip.

This time next year I must really give

A calmer mind to those who care,

About the future that I haven’t seen,

I must assure them that it’s there.

This time next year I’ll have many a dreams,

And many a rhyme shall float quietly by,

Many a lesson to learn and teach,

Many a twisted routes to fly.

This time next year I’ll look back to now,

When so very little I knew of tomorrow,

And wonder at the wonders of heaven,

That showed me all the paths to follow.

Yet till then, I stand and wait,

Staring at the sky with little fear,

Lost in brightly coloured yesterdays,

And in the thoughts of this time next year..

Time in my life

This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

- Switchfoot

Just a random song pops up in your playlist. It gets you thinking. Especially when you are taking really significant decisions, life altering decisions…

So this is my life, but am I who I want to be? Was this what I had dreamed I would be, what life would be? Swayed by emotion, consumed by passion for things that may or may not be significant in my life tomorrow, unmoved by success, grounded by failure.

Maybe till now I had not fully grasped how much to each extreme I am. Any attempts to blow moderation into my life have been futile. Common sense is averse to me. *Smirk*

I had never pictured myself like this. The vulnerability to emotion, to people, did not remotely pop up in my futuristic dreams. I guess life has thrown enough rotten tomatoes at me for me to still harbor notions of a perfect future.

Time destroys

Yesterday that was today,

Just a while back.

Tomorrow is not so far away.

Discards perfection,

Breeds uncertainty

A change in direction

With every breath

Control

We have none of that

Just brace ourselves for the next attack

Time rebuilds,

Heals the injured Achilles heel

Replenishes when all is seemingly lost

Creates beautiful dreams

When you’re soporific

And wakes you up to reality…

I guess I would have liked to go on with that. But time’s just brought back my best enemy - the writers’ block. Maybe some other time…

Diffused thoughts

"Where am I, where have I reached", she screams

"In distorting dreams of pain,

In depths of pleasured agony,

Where all goodness lies slain."

Is Goodness what it really is,

In this realm of the unreal.

Is she a disciple to the devil,

And did he teach her to feel?

Her mind's a treasure trove of all

That claims to be experience,

Her heart melts at every step

As she weeps for deliverance

Through torrential rains of trouble

She has made it up this far

Buried conscience somewhere along the way

At some unearthly hour

She smiles at everything she learns

Coz knowledge's all she's got

And answers the inner rebel's call

To escape from loneliness' draught

And as she finds her step in the dark,

In this nightmare of old

She holds together her damaged pride

By threads of weathered stone

A ringing laugh in the ghostly chasm

As she falls effortlessly through

"I will rise from the ashes below

And against all, emerge anew"