The Project called Living.

To live as I please.

To laugh at everything absurd and everything perfect.

To have vision an yet not loose the ability to cherish momentary dreams.

To cultivate persistence and yet not lose the courage to act on intuitions and gut feelings.

To age gracefully but remain young at heart.

To be a free spirit forever.

A long long way, my friend!

 

 

 

From darkness to light,

From euphoria to composure,

From restless to still,

From conversations to soliloquies,

From finding loneliness debilitating to reveling in the glory of solitude,

You have come a long way, my friend.

Lost in Expression.

I wish you could know how I yearn when I think of you.

I wish you could read my thoughts when I walk past the places we have been to.

I wish I could find words when it comes to expressing it to you.

I wish you knew whatever I say will be an understatement of my love for you.

I wish I could talk as well as I can write.

I Write.

I write to let these black and white letters paint a colourful canvas in imagination.

to pour my heart out, to etch memories in time.

to face facts and hard realities and see them as they are...untainted.

to take a step back and reflect, to be truthful to self.

to unwind, to untangle my thoughts, to move on.

I write to accept reality.

I write to remind myself the ever extant beauty in an uncertain world...

to keep my hopes high, to keep my integrity and conscience intact,

to reclaim myself, to light up the fire within and to re-lit it time and again,

I write to be a phoenix.

I write to live the dream...

to endure and persist when the going gets tough,

to stand up and keep moving forward,

I write to summon the courage to go on.

I write to relive the happy bygones...

to reinterpret and re-tell the misfortunes and vicissitudes,

I write to lament the unrequited love.

I write to remind myself that there exists magic in the seemingly mundane world...

to travel back in time and to write future,

to find eloquence in silence than speech,

to confide in these letters when I feel I can't confide in anyone else,

I write to let the words speak for themselves.

Little Girl.

Little Girl,
Realise.
There is no home for you.
There will be no lighthouses for you.
You gender would not let you have one.

Society likes you
Enslaved. Domesticated.
That inner fire estinguished.
Those dreams trampled on.

The fantasy of knight in the shining armour,
Is not that great after all.
He saves you from the crowd.
But enslaves you after all.

You are your own home.
Your own light house.
Your own knight.
Shine bright.

The Hills and The Plains

You stir me to instil life in emotions
I thought were long dead
Resting in peace
To never move me

The unbound love
And the age of innocence
The peace of simply being
The magic in the sunlit corridors

Roll it on hon. We have only today.
With the careless clouds you smoke away,
I am ceaselessly whirled into your spell,
Tracing sunbeams filtering your eyelashes.

When you will be away in the hills,
Know your imprints remain fresh.
The glow fades away,
But heart stays young.

In the cold nights of plains,
When chilly breezes will blow,
And I traverse rocky roads alone,
My feet will miss your warmth.
But the heart will know best.

This Close

Let these colourful lights be lost in cold fog.
As you hold me close.

This close,
Your eyes tell secrets you had held back for so long.

This close,
Your warmth is all I feel.
And rest is eternal numbness of world that surrounds.

It may be the alcohol talking.
But then, I would rather be oblivious to this cruel world.

The Wild Horse

I run to dust off 
The lethargy that had settled in
I run
Dusting it off in a poof 
Off my shoulder

As I run
I break the shackles
Those that had come to entangle me over time
I break them one by one
Piece by piece

I run to swallow sunlight
As it seeps down filtered through the trees
I stretch up my neck greedily
To absorb in more of it

I run to
Soak in the freshness
And I breathe deeper
Not to miss out any of it

I run
To let winds play with my hair
I run 
To see the world around move
Like a poetry in motion

I run to break free.

Mr. Coy

Perplexes me as to why my fearless candor
Does not pull you out of your reticence

As you make me unravel layer by layer
I draw a blank from you

Open your arms to me
For I know what you hide beneath your visceral appeal
And it doesn't scare me

Whom are you running away from? Not me. Yourself.
Away from the child in you who loves to have me around.
Away from the teenager in you who sees magic in me.
Away from the man in you who knows no better form of peace than being in my arms

Celebrating Myself

It's time to shut doors

And get back to your own self.

It's time to say good bye
And continue alone.

Its time to turn blind to people
And take a solitary walk.

It's time to romanticise sun as it rises and sets.
It's time to feel wind as it plays with your hair.
Feel rain and smell roses as you pass by
And be mesmerised by colourful lights as they fade in cold fog.

It's time to fall in love with your own self.
It's time. It's time.

Drinking You Down.

This night brings back so many memories.
Times when you were a stranger,
Yet so familiar.
Times when we had hardly anything to talk about
Yet, we would wait for days on stretch to see each other.
Times when you said that I hardly know you.
And yet, we melted into each other.

As I crave for your warmth,
I know we are heading to a day when you would leave.
But then, ever heard of fear of separation over powering love?
I never did. For me, life is happening now!

Be it not love, if you still have your guards on,
But any such similar dilemma.

Tomorrow is another day
That is all I find solace in
As we bid good bye
And sail our separate ways to find our destinies.

Having you by not having you.

Why would I ever want to possess you?
Why would I want to pluck you?
I like you alive With all your vibrancy and scent.
Having you around is all I want
Not even in flesh and blood
Just in my consciousness
Having you around Induces peace in me
A kind of peace I could not feel in years

Let not the world decide for you and me
For it is used to labelling things, putting things in boxes.
Naive, is world. Not you. Not me. 
For it will never understand
Things we want deep down elude labels
They don't come in boxes
Can't be described with precision either
It's always either a black or a white for the world

Let not the world decide for you and me
For they were never there
They were not in any of those moments I hold dear
They were not there when my heart skipped a beat on seeing you after days.
They were not there when your thought kept me awake all night long.
They were not there when I longed for you So much so that I wished teleportation didn't exist only in sci-fi :D :P
They were not there
They have never been there 
It has always been a two-people's-world

Being a Rose

Having seen the dark face of humanity,
Chose not not be tainted by it.

Having seen the roughest and the lowest,
Chose not to be reduced by it.

Having faced betrayal,
Chose not to grow bitter.

Having to survive through apathy,
Chose not to lose ability to empathise.

Having lived through dark,
Chose not to lose hope of seeing a sun.

Having surrounded by thorns,
Chose not to become one.

That's how you
Remain a rose between thorns.

The day you get over yourself

You will get over yourself some  day
And you will know what you missed throughout

For yourself were covered in a fog
Vision blurred

I will be far gone by then
Never to return

The day you get over yourself
You will know what you missed

The day we get over ourselves,
One love is all we need

Each Time You Leave

My heart sinks
Each time you leave
And I sit by the shore watching it sink
With no words to describe the sense of restlessness that runs through me
Each time you turn back and leave.

But, soon, it would die too
Giving way to numbness
For, I know you will not stay.

You leave
And the days become dimmer, places quieter.

I wish you knew I am not lying
When I say
This place falls apart without you.
It does fall apart without you.

The System

I have nothing against men, but patriarchy.
I hold no hatred against the other religions, but the ideology of communalism.

I don't hate you old friend for breaking touch, but this fast paced life.
I don't hate you for leaving me, but the circumstances that led us there.

Mum, I don't hate you; but the work that kept you occupied.
Dad, I don't hate you; but your socialization.

Me to Me

I close my eyes
and I am taken to this place I seldom visit
where i am alone
where its me to me

these fancy things boil down, here, to hard realities
what I have and what I don't
does this even matter?
does this even matter,
for you are not here...

Whatever I achieve, wherever I get
the child in me would always crave for your love
But,
the mould in which it was cast has changed
and the breezes among which it flourished and flowered have veered away.

When I can't find words...

I remember times when we shared dreams
When mornings were brighter and nights warmer
The heat between you used to retreat to the morning light
And now, Its a dull dawn without you

All the things I know right now
If I only knew back then
As I let you go, I will find my way
as I still live in your afterglow

In between the longing to hold you again
My mind drifts away, we only have today.
No, I am not breaking down bit by bit
I am just frozen in time

As rain falls, I lie to myself
Its doesn't bring back any memories
As you think I rise above the story of pain,
You would never know mine.

Because when it comes to expressing it to you,

I can't find words...

That true power seems weak,
that true purity seems tarnished,
that true resolve seems changeable,
that true clarity obscure.
The greatest art is unsophisticated,
the greatest love indifferent,
the greatest wisdom childish.

Go all the Way !!!

If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you'll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.