Blue...

Blue...
The sea,
The sky,
Your eyes that stare,
Above the moon,
Where...
You and I belong .

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Missing Piece...

Shoulder to lean,
Ears that listen
Expressions gold
Hand to hold
Straightening that awkward crease
Are you someone's
Missing piece...

Where Do You Go....

You run from the world
To the mountain top
When it's not there
Where do you go
You walk through the clouds
Touch the sunshine
If the sun sets
Why do you whine
Everything that starts
Ends someday
All that matters
'Moments' for we pray
You escape from the rain
To hide in shade
Stones they throw
And you beg for a bread
You run from the world
To the mountain top
When it's not there
Where do you go.....

Smell of Rock Wood

Old,
Is the smell of rockwood,
Burnt,
Are the edges of pages,
Torn,
Feelings that could,
Lost,
Mind in the mist,
Tired,
Of turns and twists,
Hope,
Still was alive,
Smiles,
Did spread again,
Dimples,
Got deepened over,
Fun,
Filled the evening sombre,
Entwined,
Thoughts got along,
Bonds,
Only got strong,
Grew up we did,
Through the wounds and the bruises,
Yes,
Time.....
Always Wins,
But,
Love.....never loses.

Mirages...

Mirages...
Beautiful,
Serene,
Make you thirsty,
Quench it too,
Allured....
You are,
You will be,
Believing....
Them...
Won't...
Make them True....

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Grey...

Colours aren't always black and white,
Decisions aren't just right or wrong,
The tank isn't always full or empty,
Choice isn't being weak or strong,
There's something that always eyes can't see,
Something that connects smiles with maladies,
Paths....
Can't always be planned,
You will go....
Where you are meant to Be....

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Sky, Sand & Sea.....

Get lost ,

In me...

Forgetting,

The pain,

Forgetting, 

The spree...

The sand,

The skies

The gravel

The pebbles,

It’s yours not mine

The fights the squabbles

The everyday struggles,

Let them go,

As I am here

For you

For them

For tears

For pain

To wipe away those lines

On your forehead

Just show up at the door

That’s my shore

To start a new journey

Of self discovery

Are they your own ?

Then why be a pawn

In their dirty hands

When you can lie on my sand

To wash off

The fear

The anguish

The never ending despair

The smoke can not rescue

But surely

I can....

Embracing you

Caressing you to sleep

Making you feel,

Life is not just a mountain steep

Come just once

Bid goodbye to the trance

The blues await

Where the land and sky meet,

For wanderers like you,

For seekers like me,

Coz

There lie,

Your secrets

And,

Also mine.

 NB : This poetry is inspired by few pics sent by a friend of mine. So a heartfelt thanks to him :)

The World's A Stage...

Stop running dear,
It's not an escape,
Face your fears,
After all what's at stake ?
Repute,
Fortune,
Status,
It's all fake.
This world
A spinning ball in space
Isn't just science
But
My grace
It's the soul that traverses
Oceans and skies
Piercing
Though years,
Through centuries
Through realms of times
Why get entrapped,
What the eyes see,
What the ears hear,
What the buds taste,
What the mind feels,
It's only
And only
The soul,
That's stable
The soul,
That's still.
Indulge,
With the Divine,
Getting lost in the sea,
When I am in charge,
Why to worry.
Stop running dear,
It's not a game,
Of hide and seek,
Of prestige and fame,
Just play your part,
With an integrated heart,
Raise your hands,
Let the shame fall,
I will wrap you up,
In an never ending piece,
Fulfilling up your dreams,
Fulfilling your wish,
The world thinks,
Everything's visible,
In reality,
It's blind.
Open your eyes,
Feel your psyche,
Emotions,
That your are gifted with,
Love that binds,
The big,
The small,
The dwarf,
The tall,
The needy,
The giver,
The warmth,
The shiver,
Worry not for the end,
It's decided before the start,
You have one job,
That's to play your part,
Through good,
Through bad,
Remain unfazed,
Never forgetting,
You are a mere player,
And The World's A Stage.

How Much Does It Take....

How much does it take...
To listen than to speak up,
To try than to give up,

How much does it take,
To show care than to rip apart,
Strangling them with words,
Being good than a brat.

How much does it take..
To make up than break,
Overcome your egos and choose to melt,
Does it really lower your crown,
If you gently bow down.

No,
Not really,
But do they understand,
Or will they,
Is there a chance ?
If not them,
At least will you,
It's easy to point out,
Difficult to pursue.
Why can't we just start with ourselves,
Not following the crowd,
Being the lone wolf.

Charity is said to begin at home,
So let's start in our own hearts,
Filling it with love,
Showering a little care,
It won't make us fall,
From the valuable positions we hold,
Nor will loose our pride as told.

Let's just think,
What we wanna built,
A heart that beats to the rhythm,
Or ignorant to silent screams.

Lights...

Kasey was crying aloud.

Face red, eyes swollen, lips parted giving a tiny hint of her new born teeth. The whole house was in turmoil. Startled everybody looked on without a pinch of a hint.

Her tired eyes were searching for her mom.

“ They are gone mom....they are gone...the stars” she said pointing her fingers out of the window

“Why worry dear...when they can be right here”, she said and switched on the lights.

Kasey jumped into her arms with a big smile.

“ Never worry sweet heart...how dark the night may seem there’s always light waiting to get unveiled”

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Unnamed....

He : Hey....long time. How have you been?

She : Good...

He: Really...

She: You think I will speak up like a little girl at this age...

He: Age...what’s your age now?

She: Oh...you don’t know! I guess we passed out almost at the same time...

He: Ok...so we both are mostly of the same age and i don’t think i am old...he says with a giggle

She:Honestly even i don’t think I am old too but we aren’t teenagers anymore

He: I agree... I agree...but where’s the harm in trying to be again...ha ha ha

She: Shut up...idiot...we can’t do this again...life has shown us enough realities to believe in it’s illusions anymore.

He: Realities have never asked us to quit believing in illusions, you remember the old saying of our school days...the more we believe the more we achieve

She: Of course i do...it was to believe in dreams not on imaginary illusions

He: And what dreams are made of....

She: Oh ...I have never won an argument with you..nor do I intend to...just let it go

He: It’s not about winning the argument but.....

She: But... what ?

He: I don’t know....

She: I know...

He: What ?

She: Few things are better left unsaid....

He: Hmmm

She: I guess we are old enough to stop running from each other...it’s not always required that everything that happens in our life gets a legitimate name...there are thousand and one feelings that we can not describe nor can we define but we still love them the way they are....so just let it be...the way it is coz there exists fine lines between relationships named and unnamed.

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