Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Sunrise.

The happiness of wearing the perfect size. 
Capturing the overwhelming beauty of your mind.
Knowing when to bow down, stand for self and fight. 
The myth of being in a man's world is a woman's delight. 

Waters never change its direction even with the growing troubles on its path. 
Thoughts waiver the most and carry you back to your past. 
What inspires is the nature, so don't kill your inner belief silently. 
Thou shall not wait for long for it's going to be the next sunrise. 

Step aside for the sand beneath your feet will deepen and drown you soon. 
Make your own castle again for that is meant to happen. 
Stay firm in your principles for they will keep you strong. 
In the end, there's always something right arising even out of a wrong.  

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Dangling bonds of affection
Fail to form a bond strong to last. 
Bit by bit the words surrounding us.
Fade away in the evening dust. 

I know not the times of emotions best.
Nor does the need to express demand much. 
World of fiction doesn't exist for real.
Then why today do you set rules of redressal. 

Live for self, survive for others. 
Hope is that one constant companion of ours.
Let me carry along my shadow along this path. 
Time and pain trade off seldom. 

Reasons and seasons change follow the tide. 
Anger, hatred and grudges never teach right. 
Standing on the edge, water gushing beside. 
Did that one always be taken for a ride?

Saturday, October 10, 2015

To be free like a bird takes a lot at times.
Frustration, anger, guilt and regret.  
The feelings just keep piling up as the days pass. 
Believing what I had was the best in class. 

Folding arms, knees gripping on the face tight. 
Giving up on everything to make things right. 
Head held high and raised a toast to life. 
The dark took over even before it shown bright. 

In some weak moments, I think of the crossed lines. 
Might have been short, yet enough for my cries.
Hanging midway in the clouds of despair now. 
I look down upon with wrinkles in wet eyes. 

The last mile is the one never to be tred on. 
Sit with dear ones and still feel alone.  
So to say it best, I choose to be silent tonight.  
For what I dreaded most was the next fight.