Shooting Star

I cried, I cried, I cried

For the shooting star out of my sight

I made wishes all my life

For things that were never in my lines

For when the sun used to rise

I used to have the perfect sleep

The night was the best time for it

And I used to think I’m the star

And so I need to glitter through the nights

It’s the day where my presence doesn’t count

And I let the sadness on myself mount

My castle of sand

On the beach of dreams

By one yawn of her

It all got sweeped

Now I carry myself

Like a loaf of bread

Waiting to be sliced

For the celebration to begin!

Not Today!

 Not today!

She said and crossed the bar

The bar which has been raised above multiple times

Each time there was a new reason

Love is what they call such festive season

Not today!

She said and needed some time

The time which was so hard to pass by

Not today!

She had firm in her mind

Not today, is the same

He whispered in his mind

Not today!

Is what she called it fair

The fare of the fairness was so unfair

Not today,

He thinks will be that day

Not today! She explains and sways away

Not today!

She kills two things in an arrow

The waste of time and The time

Like the stories of farrow 

Not today, he explained 

He is the same

Not today! - She yet again passes on blame

Not today, he wishes

Could sleep without the weep

Not today, is what his fate reads 

If only I could !

If only I could remember

What I was when the time was mine

If only I could remember

How the sun shine

I look upon the tree

I See the rain drop

From the last rain of the summer 

The wind blew, the tree shook

The drop but was still there

I climbed up to adore its strength

I saw it was me!

And the one I took as a strength to be

It was the sign of ceasing to live

For dead don’t move, don’t groove , don’t grow 

No matter how furious the ire, the sorrow

The natural is often not so obvious

The brightness is least nearest to the light 

Resistance to logic is not always the instinct 

And the one with the greatest smile, has the greatest plight

But,

If only I could remember

These words when I needed

If only I could

Go back in time!

How far ?

How far can you go

If you got nothing to achieve

Nothing to look for

Nothing to be

When you have won it all

Or lost every bit

When you know the end has begun

How far can you go

For when you are left with no purpose

No goals

And no thoughts to behold

How far can you go

When there is no one to celebrate with

No one to admire you

No one to desire you

How far can you go

When you find no one to look upon

No one to compete

No glory to glamour

No story to blabber 

How far can you go

When the sun doesn’t show up

After the long dark night

And the owl hoots

At the haunt of your sight!

How far will you go

Before you realise

All the things you think kills you

Is what keeping you alive!

The Crowd

Between destiny and destination 

The thoughts swayed in dismay

Like the snow from the shoulders

Shrugged away

They stand still

For some wind to guide them

Like it guides the rain

Hoping to reach a place 

Steady and peaceful

Where the hustle is mocked upon

And where the stories of their miserable life

Will never be looked upon

That’s all they want

For they stand still

Like the tree which grows to fade in autumn 

And the river born to loose it’s existence to the ocean 

They close their eyes to hide from the light

And hope that no one would see they gave up on the fight

For those who give up

Tell no tales of victory 

They look for a life

To hide away their misery

For not all are born

To conquer the world

Some stay in the audience

And just applause

The Wait

When lost in thoughts

I’m with me

The reels of reality don’t suit me

Those days, when we waited for the better time

The best it was

That passed by

I scoop into the layers

Of smiles and happiness

The one that seems 

Distant past

Distant future

Distant in faith

Yet destined!

Yet destined, I know they are

For that’s what the nature has taught

The loop of night and day

Of summer and winter

Of rain and dry

Of spring and autumn 

Of life and death

I know we will meet

When the grasses turn green

And the sky bit more blue

Till then I have it all in my mind to relive

The memories I had stuck with my heart’s glue

Journey of the fall

The wind blows as it should

It’s me who couldn’t breathe 

The one who chose

To fly so high

The one who wasn’t 

Happy with the breeze

For fool some say

Some call it wise

The decision to not jump

Just because there wasn’t enough height

To feel the fall

To live the fall

The fall which could

Take what’s all

But little they know

All I have got

I gathered along the fall

Of all the jump I got 

From heights beyond the clouds

The higher I go

The longer I fall

The more time I have

To gather things around

And call them my own

For the best things

Are neither in sky nor on ground

Somewhere between

Is the balance profound

Hard to get, harder to be found

For its beyond the sight of eyes

On which we all have been proud

And so I choose to fall

Everytime I reach up there

To see for what

Up is too up

Down is too down

And that’s the place where

Wind blows as it should

And I couldn’t breathe

As I’m in my own ambush!

Rewind

For some nights are there

To not to sleep

To feel the absence

The hustle of everything at halt

The sound of the heart beat

The presence of loss

To listen to the silence

For it shouts 

To let the tears flow

For it never dried

To accept the emotions

Embrace them

Exempt self from being the better one

The understandable

The mature man

For some stories are there

To not to be told

Rather be lived in

And play the favourite part

For some days are there

To not to be awake

To let pass 

What should never have existed

And then

Some hopes are there

To let you live for the time

When you could recite the tale

And rewind!

The merry song

The river that flows from top to down

The clearer as u go up

The filthier as u go down

Not because it grows along

But for the people around

The more around 

The less clean

That’s exactly how are we

Accessible yet limited

Up to date yet vintage

Flying high yet deep rooted

That’s what it takes

To have never been defeated 

For failures aren’t defeat

Looking back isn’t defeat

Accepting weakness

Makes you great

And it’s the time

That has the light to show the way

The clouds that fly up in the sky

Beneath you, if you go too up

So is life

Neither down on ground nor up in sky

Somewhere between

Where the birds fly

Where the green trees and blue waters aren’t too far

Where the warmth of sun and smell of wind aren’t faded

Where the brightest start is close yet we can keep our eyes open

Where the crowd isn’t on the way often trodden

Yes! You will make it

For that’s where we all belong

And then we can for once

Sit and sing the merry song 

What could have been

Sitting on the pile of thoughts

Peeling my dead skins

Figuring how all the deeds of past

Were just setting up a plot

To settle me amid the waves

With no land in the sight

With mighty storm on its way

And the depth of the sea

Beneath my feet 

I think of the things

That could have been

If I would have been

What should have been

I wander off everyday to the land of silence

Finding a new adobe everyday in different corners of islands

I like the sunsets more than the sunrise now

I like the lost name, more than the gone glory now

For it all has been

By what I had been

And the sorrowness of my heart

Everyday reckons

What could have been

If I would have been

What should have been

My tears no longer drops like a drop

Neither it flows like a relentless river to its shore

I have found my calmness 

Buried beneath all the burden of myths

Far away from the dilemma of right vs wrong

Hiding fiercely from the judgment of good vs bad

I have found my calmness 

At the most hustled stage

I have found my calmness

On the land of my own grave

Here, I lie down still

Looking up with stealth

Facing my own God within

Asking,What could have been

If I would have been

What should have been

The Forgottens

The chirps from the meadows

Those melodic rhymes

Once heard from morning pillows

The painting once drawn, now a memory

We all have a story, we amuse highly

Of birds’ whose feathers are in grandma’s diary

I hold on to the thoughts

Stuck abruptly 

About the sparrows that filled up the balcony

About the dodo, no one now knows of

About the blue parrot, only known by the movie Rio

And many more such dear forgotten

Unforgotten in hearts but

I know I won’t 

Yet I sleep

With the hope to wake up

In the yesterday, tomorrow