Lessons From Nature

Sometimes i wonder,

sometimes i ponder,

then i see the oceans so deep

and in the darkness just when my heart begins to weep,

i notice the tides so sereene in their sweap.

Maintaining their gestures they just come and leave ,

certainly not forcing

one to follow their league.

As for the sands-they might just flow,

finding their path to the morning glow.

But, the ones which are left alone-

they dont cribble for they know that they have been adorned.

AND SO ONCE AGAIN IM LEFT WITH A SMILE,

KNOWING WELL THAT MY TIDE IS CLOSER THAN A MILE!

Life or Something Like it?

Lost souls, young minds,
All dancing to the rhythm divine;

Somewhere amidst them sat a girl,
A girl - with some stories so fine -
All gathered in a book - she'd kept in her bag,
So tattered and torn - it looked like a rag.

She didn’t know what to do,
how she’d fight,
So she drank heavily that night!

With the bar attendant serving her with as much of pride,
As he'd taken to make her the drink - "The Tough Ride".

She knew not where she would go,
Or even where she was heading,
As her body just revolved as if it was shedding.

Yet, she drank,drank-
not once nor twice but many a times,
All of this...
just to see how much she could handle,
Until the darkness was paid heed to by the flickering candle....

The death of a thousand tears,
the birth of a thousand fears....

The death of a new found love
and the birth of a new found fear...

Such pain such love such loss,
all speak of a mortal life- full of mortal fears...

I wonder then,
that why should my heart leap a thousand feet at such transitory emotions...

Why, why should it sink in a million tears
when all it should do is submerge,
submerge in itself all those mortal fears....

I want to fly with ecsatsy-
in an immortal sky of love,
where death holds no meaning
and emotions win over all fears...

But such wants know not how to exist,
they know not how to rule...

All they do is to subsist in this killer of a life...

That life which remains mortal in this space of immortal fear...

It rains when you call my name,

A light whisper in years of pain,

The breeze which rocks my cradle...

Sleep-lovely sleep,
Which binds you to my thoughts
And memories-
That push me towards an ocean of yesterday's dreams
And pulls-
Pulls me to walk the untrodden path of tomorrow's desires...

When?

Oh when, will you call my name once again?

Where from do i begin,

how should i start?

Should i hold your broken heart?

For mine too is a bleeding one...

Is this an unpleasant dream,

a narrow stream,

a shallow belief or a bit of relief?

Answer me for so it shall be...

Do you want a broken rose,

a bit of pain or an overdose?

I say this for i propose...

Take it as a falling star,

a crashing car or a dirty scar?

Answer me, for i have dared to look so far...

I have no reason not to ask,

I know it will be an uphill task...

I want you to see,

I want you to know,

But it can only be seen,

Only be known,

When you are ready to see,

Willing- to be shown...

You help me live a thousand days but choose to kill me this day,

this day full of a thousand fears-and yet so full of life,

this day today when my heart is full of tears-even when my eyes decide to rejoice

I question Thee...

You say its a land of dreams,

"What is heaven then?",

I question Thee...

"If life is this, then how shall heaven be?...

Heaven shall be in a dead man's mind",

i plea,

"heaven shall be in a dead man's mind."

You look at me as if my word is a sin and truth it shall never be.

I question Thee...

God, I choose to die today

and kill myself-

the one who questions Thee...

Heaven might not be in this dead man's mind-

for peace shall not be free,

for peace shall not be free...

I am losing-
losing my marbles again,
trying to kill myself over and over again;

Suffocating my mind-
loosing the wings of sanity in a world full of loonies;

They stare with their frozen eyes and much cooler embrace,
they stare for they enjoy the madness of my dance
and embrace me-
coz craziness only attracts pity;

I mock you,
I mock them,
most of all i mock the secret talker-
the conversationalist who talks to me day in and day out,
tells me that i dont even need to fight: for love,ecstacy, air or life...

I listen to it,
and then to you too
and all those voices which dont seem to be like musical hues...

I live on-
living at peace with my blues,
laugh on till it gets too loud for my ears too...