felt.

i have you in my mind,
i can feel you in my soul,
like some part of me never lets it go,
they say romance is dead,
but lives on in this stupid heart of mine..

i cant say anything,
when i look at you, i am a goner,
heart races against time, to gather its wits,
to make you the princess of my dreams,
A lady of my love,
A queen of heart, and a healer of my soul,
that smile which takes me away,
that laugh which fills me with ripples,
that look which kills me into the bliss of abyss,

i dont know what i ll do without you!
the very thought of you brings cheer,
else its so damp and cold,
you came like a spark in my life,
and just lit a burning fire of warmth,
now i feel like a free bird in the sky..
the air lifting me up,
to the very pinnacle of horizon my eyes set,
you are what i call,
a beautiful poem nature has ever given me..

questions and only questions.

how many blessings thy needs to feel blessed?
how many stars to count before eyes shut?
how many birds should sing before its a song?
how many times should we dream?
how many drops make a vast sea?
how many leaves should fall to call it autumn?
are we experienced? or are we ignorant?
in this natural world, are we takers or givers??
searching for the right reply, is it a must or a passing fantasy?

power cut

enter the dark oblivious world in around an invisible shroud of black engulfs the air in all directions, your life within you, but cold outside.. feeling of warmth inside is comforting, but its also sendsa chill down the spine, heartbeat twice as loud as you would hear it, senses running amok when it has to be calm, flush of adrenaline to flight or flee…

if it was only so dramatic one’s life!! all goddamn movie style.. when power fails this is what you get…

mind v/s mind..

freeze the frame for a perfect scene, let the bliss of time take you to the paradise of dreams. take a while to smell the sweetness of the air, and the sway of breeze in your hair while standing there is kind of ethereal, being the one is totally uplifting..

does it play anything like a beethoven symphony?? or says only that much off wordsworth’s page? cant be sure if anything can be compared to the sense of placid tranquilty.

whistle in the air and it will return to you with rainbow of colours making you go down on your knees and beg to be asked to stay for a little while more.. then there is a streak of lightning right in the middle where the flash just cleared the vision and back into the state of ever bubbling chaos through which the tread of foot becomes ever so heavy, and yet in my mind the state of lasting calm prevails, only to come back no sooner than i think of it, kinda magic or a thing of illusion?? but very much true like a breathing tree, or a whispering ant.

open orchestra…. 

a walk to walk

its always the same routine doesnt change much. as i start the walk towards my work from the pad, its solely a pre conditioned reflex which comes to an almost perfect score, going through which becomes after a while merely a stuff which if not done comes as an anomaly in the daily way of life. thats the walk in the morning just to jumpstart all the blues away..