आदत

औ र कुछ नही बस उम्मीदों  कि आबरू   है   जो बनती औ र बिखरती  है   ।

वैसे तो हम भी समझदारो में गिने जा सकते है ,

पर उम्मीदों कि  समझदारी   है,  जो मेरी समझदारी को शर्मिंदा करती है ।

अगर मेरी समझदारी को दिन की  धू प से मुहब्बत न होती,
 तो शायद उम्मीदों के साये के बगैर  उसको साँस लेने की आदत  होती ।

पता नही चलता कि  कौन सी आदत है जो मेरी  जान  को परेशान  करती  है ।

Walk Away

There is some sound outside
Is it the knock that you dont hear
The constant knock musical with the breaths of meaning
You know who's knocking, by the rhythm of forms cast in the air
You know what it would be like, just like what it was several moon's ago, a melodiously flowing river of story
When, what you saw in haste from above was the silent sheet of  flowing water and not the storm of unseen unsaid beneath

What is today that the knock would have brought...
Noise as always, to be strung into beads of music on you becoming the mute audience
The more heart beats you measure to unlock
More pieces there are to be sewn together
More than when you had come out from behind the wall

Why have you made a flight behind unyielding netted walls
Is it the noise you don't want to hear
Of fear of barbs you have built a wall with shards

They walk away with more pieces to collect, as you are too scared to fell the wall
Its fear of the thorns that you close your doors, you miss the call of building a spring
Springs don't just dawn you forget, they are built in treacherous winters with undying resolve

Nobody just comes to walk away,
You give them what you don't want to bear

Or were you the blessed one, not to be among the noise and thorns ever
Or was it the wrong door they were knocking at, fooled by the echoing within the hollow walls

When in class 8th

I don't know where I go
I don't know where lies my paradise
But I know your footsteps would take me to a world with a different sunrise
I look back and see, dismay and despair
I want to fly away
But some voice stops me
I have to do my job
Because this is the place where lies my existence cause

Voices

I am weaving a life....a life of my own...with the voices that surround me ...the ones that brushed past...those that still live within me and those that i keep beating into life every moment ...

with all the haze..the brightness...the nearness ...the coldness...I am weaving a life

Temptations

Temptations follow me like a shadow even in the dark alleys of the birds in my mind

Luring to get lost in the folds of the known warmth
To get lost in the mirages of joys, promising to last longer than the frames of life, 

Its in these clouded days that mirrors are louder than the shadows
Reflecting the twisted image that bent backward for the hues

Is it worth loosing oneself yet again to this exacting warmth
Is it worth to live in boundaries of the soul of shadows

Not now and never was
No fitting into globes of painted squares
No spaced breaths that muffle the being inside
No melting into forms that i dont recognize

It is Time to come out of the closet and make that trip uphill before the inevitable consume
These colorful fireflies will find a new new pair of eyes

The colour I painted with them in the flight are all mine
I have packed it with me to walk with me as part of me...

Meaning

Its convoluted....what you thought was important is not....when there is some output waiting.. the ink of imagination has dried...and the wheels of motivation that seemed so internal..want to take the other direction...

the note pad wants to be filled with colors...waiting to run with me free...to the places unknown..and the peaks unseen...

Its in these junctures...meanings for me surprise me....where are they leading me...

Hello and Goodbye

Some have a lifetime, some just a day
love isn't something you measure that way
nothing's ever forever, forever's a lie
all we have is between hello and goodbye