Life is an exciting routine……

There always will be a better body, a glowing face, something exciting, some one very new. We tend to be attracted to something different because everytime we see something new our hearts notches up the pace a little.  It’s all a part of the evolutionary process. Our systems are designed to react to something unusual. But hey, have you ever realised what it would be like to not see the sun each day, not to feel the breeze fill up your shirts, not to hear that voice everyday. Respect what is there, hope for the better, enjoy what is forever……

Silence..

There are so many things I want to say.
There is no one who speaks my language.
Deceptions of the kind sometimes become the perception of the clever….

Well, you cannot always do something about that silence….

Being a Man…..

Be a man, be a man,
Shouted the crowd, be a man,
Carve out a ruthless shine,
Bring a sword with a deadly grine,
Swing it high, 
kill a dream so brigh,
Be a man, be a man,
Shouted the crowd, be a man,
Strengthen yourself,
Harden yourself,
Do not let a drop come out,
Turn away from things that cry,
Wear a mask with a mark so coy,
Be a man, be a man,
Shouted the crowd, be a man,
Every woman is a jewel,
Every child is a gift,
Preserve them, 
Protect them, 
Be a sunlight,
You are a saviour,
Of meek and the lame,
But what about the man,
Had become a stone,
Is man not a human anymore,
He feels, 
He cries,
He is sometimes meek,
But the only thing he hears,
Be a man, be a man,
He wants to break the mould,
Set for him the day he was told,
You are a man, 
Rule with all your might,
Nobody hears what beats inside a man,
The man turns himself into oblivion,
And tells himself each day,
What has been said for eternities, 
Be a man, be a man,
Shouted the crowd, be a man,

Dreams….

For once lets forget what we are,
Bring about a dream watched on a dreamy tart,
Let’s see beyond the realms of men,
Far past the pastures and the dying deads,
Cross the limits set by our realistic self,
For once let ourselves be ourself,
No ideal, no model to look upto,
The one in the mirror is the one up for you,
Our clashes and fights,
The nights where we lost our might,
Remember them, learn them, let them be past,
We have a journey to complete,
What’s the hurry, Nobody has to compete,
The roads sometimes lead to places unknown,
We meet, we talk, just behind the greeny grown,
Love is the force we need it all,
Do the rivers ever never flood?
All we have is this life infront of us,
Why not move on with the things that hurt,
Carry a child in the sun,
Make a wish true with your own hands,
Never belittle those who dream,
You know dreams are a currency,
Everyone can exchange…

Infatuation and love…..

I was craving for a piece of her.
The one all pretty and smooth. 
She had a veil.
You are not the one. 
She said.
Infatuation and love. 

It is amazing how our own eyes lead to one person and then again we see clearly why they were never meant to be in our lives. It is all just a mirage. Right People come in our lives until the time demands…

My fuel

You know what drives me day in and day out. It is that presence of yours that keeps me going. Like the fuel in an engine, running through its veins. Smooth, thick, viscous and yet unclogging, independent, gives freedom…….

Do you find any difference?

It was never intentional. 
We walked in the rain. 
Danced to the rhythm. 
We were two individuals.
Which one of us is left?
Do you find any difference?
It was never intentional……