Sometimes regret
is not for the lines crossed
but for the ones
never crossed.

I am alone but
I am not lonely.*

I don't give you
a name,
for I am secure
being me.

Time makes us feel
cynical, critical.

People make us feel
neglected, unwanted.

Circumstances lead us to
wear masks and we
forget the person
we used to be.

Till an old friend
comes looking for
the friend they knew.
Bringing old memories
and reminding you
... Of you

I am not your option,
future, or derivative.
Don’t get short or long on me.
Be fully
invested in me,
the returns will be phenomenal.

I loved looking at what the mirror showed
I loved looking at the one you loved...
Now all I see is shattered glass and
and bits of me scattered  all around...

One such shard you embedded in my heart,
that's all I have to call my own.
Alive but dead I seem to all.
Pallbearers waiting to get done with the job.

Nothing to leave 'cause I gave you all,
my heart, my soul, my body, my all.
Selfish they say, look at this ***** factory,
but how can I give what is not mine to give.

You are my person, I've ceased to be.
You are my vision, I've ceased to see.
You are the silence, I've ceased to write.
You are everything I need and all I don't.

This parting gift , my heart holds dear,
saved for another heart to unbreak.
The glass shard mine to give,
take it now, before they throw it away.

Don't come to my wake
if you hear I am
having one.
If you come they will wonder
why I lay awake
at my wake
still looking for you.
Don't spoil the party please.

Don't come to the drop-off
or i may never take-off.
Please don't fool me again.
My friends await, my only friends
who accept me as I come
and even lick my wounds.

After the feast, my heart untouched
Battered and broken yet beating
for you.
Don't come to claim it please.

Sometimes
we pay
a heavy price
when we
love someone.

Some
feelings
dime a dozen...

Attachment
100% discount...

Sometimes I wonder what is real
Your absence
Or presence...

Learn to feel satisfied,
even when
you are not full.



Sometimes we ask for more, even when we overflow. Then we should not complain if a tsunami happens . This is how it all begins. A wave is happy with it’s short dance to the shore and it merges back with the ocean happily. The wave that thinks it is the ocean and wants a separate identity gets engulfed by the ocean. Similarly we all are tied with beautiful heart strings. Why pull strings excessively and unravel! A gentle tug at your own strings diminishes the need for others to pull strings for you. Be happy wherever you are placed. One day you will know the ‘why’.

Each season comes and goes, the beauty of it all

The storms of life, make me sit upright

The tears that are shed and they hold me tight

Takes my heart, makes me fight

As the moon rises, and wind blows long

I am tucked in bed, and I know just know...



There is a reason for every season

nothing everlasting, yet we cling

every storm, followed by a calm

the seed that breaks, only sprouts

the heart that breaks, germinates

But for you and me... No season, no reason...



The path I take, will always be the wind mills

Of time, but my heart can only take so much

As each time I am shoved from these trying times

I beg I cry, to let me find, let me die

but then I see words in the sky that show me

how my friends, how the world can be

and then there was you, a dear sweet friend

from across the world but so near to me ...



*Familiar paths I will not choose

neither follow nor will lead

People come, people go...

Maybe reason, maybe season

It's not per chance you and I met my friend

HE.. who knows what I need, before I know

Sent me a friend, so near, so dear

And Just a click away...

All renews itself
Yet all perishes...

Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...

Being busy
For sometime
Doing nothing
Is something

Some people
are apologetic
when they
break things...

Some people
break hearts
and pretend
nothing happened...

We all are...
Live dwelling places
of the
LORD

Prayer houses...
Made of stone

No one can be YOU
in absence or presence.

Language...
An ingredient I use
everyday
in the meal
I make for You.

What can I serve today
I wonder...
Something new maybe.
Beyond the ingredients
that I know.
You become the ***
into which I pour
all of me.
Let us have
this soul curry.

When you are empty
not only will you
quench the thirst of others
but also your own.

Tap the source of existence,
**OVERFLOW

The world is not a whirlpool.

Don't get ****** in.

The calm
before the storm
is the weapon
of the storm.

Sadness, Pain
is temporary,
always  passes away...

Joy, Happiness
is temporary,
always passes away...

Kindness
is permanent,
people always
remember
an act of kindness...

Whatever we do should come back
to us, tenfold.
Maybe then we will learn to treat others the way we want
to be treated.
The way nature has decided to treat us!

If you and i
are ever to meet
let us not meet
in the marketplace
or in our dreams.

Let us meet
where the whole world
is witness that
we never met
and still became us
or let us never
meet at all...

Overthinking
is insanity.
Not thinking
is normal.
Thinking
is a curse.
A chaos within.

The rose wants to perfume
your hand.
You fear the thorns...

The rose says,
" the thorns are inside you,
   the perfume is inside me"

Your lies
killing me
little more
than yesterday
little less
than tomorrow.

Tell me
the truth
that you
don't love
me now
maybe I
will live
a little
more today...

The world is indeed topsy turvy.
Stones worshipped
with bouquets
and brickbats
thrown at people.

Each mirror shows you two faces
the real, the masked.

His Will never takes you
Where His Grace doesn't protect...

Each one in our life
is a part of the whole...

Love is when we find
the whole in one such part...

Since I am still wandering
a sign... I have not
Found you...
You come
And I will get lost
Forever...

How big did you become
By making me feel small.
And when you feed off, of small bits of me Remember you will always starve.

There is a time and place for
Everything
Everyone
NOWHERE.

Open your eyes.
Nothing changes.
Yet everything looks
different

Let vulnerability
be your skin
your ornament
and your identity.
Vulnerability sometimes
is impenetrable.

I am the only one
Asleep at my wake.

Warmth of tears is like
Sunshine on a rainy day.

Your name and your fame
will assault you.
Do not linger to ponder
who you are.

People and places that attract you
will evevtually destroy you,
piece by piece or
swallow you whole.

Or you will destroy
people and places that attract you,
with your indifference
or your boredom.

When you break me, there are more pieces of me to share.
I don’t glue myself again, and show the cracks.
Each broken piece
is my new whole.

Where demons fear to tread
Why did you leave me there...

Emancipation comes to mind
in *******...
The freedom to be bound
lies within...

When the perfect crime happens
they suspect it is an inside job.
So is meditation.
Seek within.

Words don’t lie.
They mean exactly what they are.
Utter them carefully.

All you have,
may be a truckload
of unkind words.
Don’t hurl them
at others
if you don’t need them

Sometimes
I'm at a loss for words.

Sometimes
I feel what words cannot describe.

Either way
I revel in silence.

I want to remain
a work in progress
forever.
A finished product
becomes a
commodity.

Nothing missing,
yet longing...

In brightness,
darkness  around...

Close to you,
yet alone...

Sleep laden eyes,
lie awake..

Everything I want,
yet nothing...