Earlier i could bask in the sun
And feel the magic of the winds
In the past few years many high-rise buildings have come up near my house
And as a result i've now been to some extent robbed of my share of the sun and the winds

I haven't really been acquainted with happiness
Pain and suffering is what i've mostly felt
In fact....truth be told
It is grief that has kept me alive
My existence is pretty much defined by it
And yet somewhere inside of me there still resides this little hope
A hope that things will improve
A hope that my life will get better
A hope that i will get to taste happiness before i die
And it is hope that doesn't let me die
You see hope is a pretty powerful source of motivation
But it is an equally dangerous thing
For when hope dies
A part of your soul dies
But the heart is too naive to understand all these things
Like an adamant fighter it continues to hope

When inspiration strikes you
It is imperative that you act
Procrastination is not a good option here

Memories may fade with the passage of time
But they never die
They will always remain a part of your existence

It's summer
A silent night
Not a soul in sight
An absolute clear sky
Not a patch of cloud in it
The stillness of the night is just so haunting
I'm on the terrace
The moonlight is shining upon the tree leaves
A nice gentle breeze is blowing all across
The moonlight falling upon the tree leaves starts to shimmer
Gradually the wind starts to pick up
I can hear the rustling sound of the winds now
And as this cool breeze touches me
Almost sensually
Blowing across my face
Playing with my hair
Enveloping all of me
Caressing each and every inch of skin
Blowing through my shirt
Teasing my body with it's seductive touch
Pulling me in into it's magic
Virtually having me under it's spell
I just closed my eyes and took it all in
I swear i could feel my soul having an ******
And not just once...
...it was having bouts of it
One after the other...
By the end of it all i just felt this sense of serenity within me
It was as if i was somewhere else
For that brief period i actually forgot about the miseries of my life
I can't recall as to when was the last time i had felt so much at peace
I now crave for more inspiring and amazing experiences like this

I am an empty canvas waiting to be filled with the colours of love
For ages i've been sitting on that wooden frame with a sense of hope in my eyes
A hope that someday some artist will pay attention to me
And fill me up with the most exquisite of colours
And the curse of my emptiness will be broken
I want to be someone's masterpiece
But the years just keep rolling by
Alas!...no one even takes a look at me
I was and still continue to remain empty
So dear fate....i ask you very humbly
Please look into your crystal ball and tell me
Will anyone ever care to paint me?
Will anyone ever fill me up with her colours?
I have been white for far too long
It's time i felt some colours
I don't want to end up as just another empty painting
So dear fate please help me out here
Just talk to that guy named 'love'
And please try and arrange something
'Coz honestly I'm dying out here

Why we as a couple didn't work?..will always remain to me a bit of a mystery
We explored anatomy
We understood each other's psyche
But never could build no chemistry
No wonder now we are history
I thought we were perhaps meant for each other
Destined to be together
I guess destiny didn't see us that way
After a year or so
We have gone our separate ways
Our paths don't cross that much now
But each and everytime they do...
...it hurts
'Coz i keep pondering over what could've been
You know...sometimes i wish that i was the director of my life and could've written each and every scene
**** it!...at times life is just so mean