Life sans the Titles
Details are in the Footnotes
Read carefully!

World we live in
Architects are we
Choices are
The building blocks
And truth, the base
Most of the times
We falter
With our choices
We construct
With vision obfuscated
Soon we see
Piles of rubble
Where many tales
Are lost, forever
Relegated to obscurity

Many miles traversed
Between those thoughts
Each birthed during
Circumstances unique
To times which are bygone
Time has moved on
Yet, they still occupy a place
Deep within the mind
Without any inferences
They could have been different
As you toy with ideas
Trying to apply today’s solutions
To an era gone by
Each compartment
Demarcated with timelines
Minds traverses
A different trajectory
Time may have long forgotten
But the mind has its own reasons
To keep those thoughts preserved
Much weary we may be
Yet, sometimes
We cannot but refuse
To traverse between those thoughts

Words flow languidly
Stream of consciousness
Enriches the memories
I am with me, in silence
Realization dawns over
Every idea sprinkled
Over the garden of dreams
Many flowers bloom
None the same
Multitude of colors
Fills the space
Otherwise, devoid of meaning
Mesmerizing dreams
Wake me up from slumber

Pulsating resonance
Symphony to the ears
Heart beats for you
Orchestrated moves  
Straight to your heart
Signature tunes
Auras hum simultaneously
Known steps
Dancing to a frenzy
Claiming each other
Souls are entwined
Enchanted settings
Stage is ours
Perfect moments
Can’t be explained
Only felt
When times are right
Nothing transient
Only hope in soul
It’s a promise, till eternity

Between twilight
And Dawn
Is revealed
The most
Beautiful moments
Open hearts
You gain access
To roam the endless
Lines
Bordering insanity
Touch
Sends shivers
Trough the soul
To awaken
The rivers of bliss
Take a dip
Plunging into
The nothingness
Emerging breathless
Before, dusk beckons

With every word
You give away
A piece of your heart
Precious than
Anything created
By mankind
Your lips give away
Your inner feelings
Genuine and pristine
This empty heart
Went looking for love
Never sure
Of finding the treasure
But your words
Fill every coffer of my heart
You trusted the wanderer
Saw through disheveled looks
Your hands in mine
The first precious words
Conveyed the innermost feelings
Wanderer felt tired
And wanted this to be his resting place
Now, and after this life
Forever