wish me luck she said,
as she flew away to find a new home.
I watched her wings flutter,
and waved my hand to bid her farewell.
I wonder to this day,
if she found the place she was longing.
But one thing I am sure of,
there’s no place she can’t dwell.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
With a flick of hair over her eyes,
She carves intently a mysterious art.
Like a song following the rhythm,
Fireflies move around her heart.
She drives her imagination ,
Beyond the scope of my senses.
It's a gift of the grace,
To build without fences.
Dreamweaver makes it all,
For everyone's heart and
Dreamweaver wishes it all,
For everyone's dancing faces but
Who'll give her those dreams
Who'll make her free again
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
I watched you live,
I watched you die.
I watched you laugh,
And I watched you cry.
Every winning moment,
Or whenever you fell.
I watched you silently,
I watched you dwell.
Learning to walk,
Again and again.
A new experience,
With every new step .
There were times,
When you lost yourself.
I watched you regain
That belief underneath.
I watched you rise,
To the extreme horizons.
I watched you stumble,
On calmest of roads.
You'll fly some day,
To the skies unknown.
I just wish I'm a thing,
You'd like to own.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
I see you flying everyday,
To your huge paper nest.
You never get tired,
And never need rest.
I heard you're like us,
Maybe better.
I too have a society,
But yours matter.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
Pain.
Why do we feel it?
Some days it makes you feel alive,
This is what gives a sensation of life.
But then again what is live,
And what is this that you call life.
Some days it's just another bane,
A gift of misery, brought by expectations.
But do you deserve it,
Do you need these frustrations?
Some days it's just another part
Of every moment that's passing.
And you understand its true meaning,
Just a little piece of your mind.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
"relate"
One calm night,
Under a yellow moon.
Just to find some solitude,
I was wandering through the woods.
Suddenly,
I felt a presence.
It was coming close,
"what it might be?"
I wondered blindly,
As there was no one to be seen.
It said that it wanted to talk,
To come out of its loneliness.
So I sat under a pine,
Hypnotised by those voices.
So thus started its story,
A tale of true vices.
Long long ago,
In a wilderness.
It lived without a cause,
Only freedom and openness.
It was wild, it was young,
It was everything serene.
It was the way,
It was the only dream.
But you know how life works,
In mysterious ways.
It was lost in the wild,
Which once was it's home.
It was struggling in the freedom,
It was bound in its own openness.
They wanted it to dissolve,
In their new acid rain.
And it did everything they said,
Just to see their gain.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Calmness.
Serenity.
A dusty trail descending slowly.
Bright red sky burning.
Eyes on the horizon,
Mind in a rest.
Everyone is thirsty,
Everyone dead.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
How poor I've become.
No words to write.
No thoughts to portray.
No story to live.
Blank.
Void.
Null.
Emptiness and Echoes.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
Falling in your arms again,
Waiting for your revered touch.
Your thoughts cross my mind.
I know you don't need me,
you don't want me to stay.
But I'm constrained.
Trying to hold us together,
And you're tearing me apart.
It's an unending war now.
Even if I lose it will be a win
And you know why.
But it'll be in vain.
Every passing moment,
Makes my thoughts twitch.
And then they fly to new horizons.
To find a safe haven.
To find a new bane.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
A mother sings a lullaby,
to comfort her child.
A little girl watches her,
in a fixed glassy stare.
Her heart is in a reverence,
but her reflection so mild.
She walks away from the door,
lost in her own thoughts.
“Why did i loose it?”
“Who is to blame?”
As she reaches her room,
with tears in her eyes.
She veils her thoughts again,
to save the family knot.
A kid comes back home,
and jumps off his bike.
He rushes thorough the door,
only to freeze.
His mother is on the couch,
with a man who is unknown.
Grace and innocence,
both shatter in his mind.
“Why did it happen?”
“Who is to blame?”
As he sits under a bridge,
in the pouring rain.
“Why?” he wonders,
“We have to save the family knot.”
A guy is lying on the floor,
syringe by his side.
His eyes bedazzled by lights,
and his mind by the spell.
His mother stands by the door,
too numb to move.
Her eyes widened,
Belief expunged.
“Why did he do this?”
“Who is to blame?”
As she walks inside to save him,
with her soul crying for help.
“How?”She oppugns,
“She will save the family knot.”
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC