Just you !!

What is the deepest emotion as a human we feel ?

The need to be loved? The need to be valued ?

Or is it the need to be treated as deserved ?

As a soul among the 8 billion people , I feel the need to be known, known enough that the Person would exactly know what its takes to be an individual, a specific individual, not as personality or as a persona , but for the trail of emotions they had and have to go through to be known and recognised ….

What takes would be the doubt we have ?

Well it takes a sense of perseverance alongside being non judgmental about other life forms not just humans ! Entangled in ever going thoughts and feelings, emotions , and never understanding what we actually go through, would be at different stages for different people at different times , not necessarily in the same order. To be known is not a beauty but a charm that inculcates people around you… people who are willing do not just the bare minimum but understand what it takes to be really you!!!!

Funny Human Nature...

It is humorous, how we try to constantly believe that there is something better stored for us , and yet crib that we didnt get it at one particular time that we really desired, not even once for slightest moment we feel optimistic that maybe its all part of the plan, maybe god isn’t bad after all, in terms of laying out our own story, the broken fragments are not broken after all , its just a part of the million other pieces which need to be brought together to frame a bigger picture. We constantly try to bridge the gaps between the expectations we hold onto with the reality we are in. Neglecting  a thought for moment that maybe those expectations aren’t big enough after all , aren’t something that we really ought to look into. World has become a place that provides instant gratification, solutions to all your problems are solved in minutes, well this isn’t about the food that gets delivered to your doorstep nor the purchases you have made in an e-commerce platform, it about those few minutes you are happy and gratified when you see optimistic post or quote , rather than looking more forward into it and soaking into the purpose that it was built for, we have the urge to just forget it and feel the need to save it , but do we ever really look back into and ask or feel the same sense of excitement or peace when we saw it for the first time ? 

Well thats something to look onto…….. 

Reality???

We hold on to possibilities rather than reality, off late that’s what is happening, are we bound to or is it happening involuntarily?!

Hopes are alive in a parallel world I suppose because at the end it’s just the beginning of any new day as the preface for a book which continues to be chapters….

Things destined are just the suspense being imbibed in those books which carry a sense of eternity ….. words carrying experiences and moments with a mix of depth in it , first time read gives a sense of thrill , Grace and gratitude being followed second and lastly lessons and memories that we learn by unlearning some things…..

IF THE HEART REALLY LEARNED TO BEAT ?

Should I crave your name ?

Would it look appealing?

For the eyes that search your eyes ?

For the fingers that crave your touch ?

Ruling through the heart 

Would help if it stays.

Getting rid of a heart

Which learned to beat in your presence 

Marking a territory 

Carving and craving a Rhythm with the same beat 

Difficult was to see if at all you had one !

Would it make a difference if you had one ?

For a opinion that died years ago 

Curtains of room intertwined 

Seeking an answer for a reason 

For the problem that never existed 

When your presence was never there !

Wondering if the heart really learned to beat ? 

GLAD YOU STILL EXIST !

Those magical eyes 

Being observed 

Is all you have to offer for …

Might live just to stare at them

Your eyes carry stories untold 

Glad you still exist

With those same mysterious eyes 

Vintage is all I feel ……

Phosphenes is what I dreamt!

Your unplanned existence 

Makes me thrive for 

Makes me question for….

The same way how pearl’s existence is ruled by oyster 

Loving you felt like breathing 

Breathing peace

Breathing a whole new life 

Living a completely different world

Were you so influential ?

To be so relevant 

In this wondrous sphere ?

Where emotions are just tissues that are sunk…

And if hidden it erupts….

Glad you still exist 

For thought of being one and only 

when all you have become is just an evocation….

7 MONTHS !

What’s the time ?

Sighing by clicking your watch…..

That aggression mixed with a little happiness

Is all I see in you…

Being cogent at 3 am

Despite how far we came!

Was that all it ?

Why didn’t you leave me there alone ?

World is not in scarce of navigations or maps….

Its scarce of the answers i seek in you 

Probably in the world where only I breathe 

And you exist in the breeze 

Would I be wrong to drag this for an eternity…

To make that priceless

7 months and world has changed !

Not as mine, as mine hasn’t 

A world where I breathe

If only it didn’t rain…

Would you still hold that gigantic leaf ?

And ensure we forget all ?

Just as the new dawn arrives …..

As I still exist in that dawn….

For it to be never gone !

Seeing through windows, calendars and watch 

Just to realise 7 months have passed

And I still exist in that dawn…..

BLEED ENOUGH !

Would the heart mind if I was lost ?

Lost enough to breathe a life ?

Each nanosecond feels gifted 

Each moment feels destined 

Each year feels more empowering 

Would you care to join for this joyful experience?

Had it not been for loosing a breath ?

Or maybe not live another life for living this experience?

A needle poked through is what the heart exactly feels 

Had you not existed would have never known if something could be poked as well !

A deep cut through the vein is all you intend to achieve 

From a common path we travelled through 

Is that all you could offer me ?

Heart bleeds sure to bleed in my basket full of blood 

Asymmetrically proportional enough to fill another one 

Which doesn’t leave a space to bleed in yours 

MINE !

Was I wrong to call you mine ?

When I thought you were 

A second seemed vast to call you mine 

A pearl of days to make you mine

Proud was I to call you mine 

Knowing it would be a struggle …..

Decade knowing you 

Just to know if you are mine

Maybe a decade wasn’t enough

Not enough even for a ocean to take in

That you were never mine ……..

TALKATIVE MIND !

Oh will you please hush up ?

At the middle of night ?

Gazing at the patterned pillow

With just a stroke of light in dark….

Understanding the hypocrisy of world

A moment beyond control

The power the universe holds 

In conspiring things you perceive 

Fragile seems heart with a will

Its conflicting stage to identify 

Mind and soul to align

Alignment seeks within

A conflicted theory 

Of what’s right and wrong,

Dwell upon on reflection to see it isn’t all white 

As thought by fragile heart 

As again its motive superseding the result

Conscious mind articulates

The superficiality world holds

These thoughts have a new beginning 

At the time of sunset,

Where a new hypocrisy awaits

Comfort for now lies 

In the soft blanket

Where the eyes await its power

Power to envision…….

HIGHWAY TALKS

Look out !

Out where ?

Out , outside the window!

Those meadows scream to sit sometime !

In silence, with each other on side !

Have I missed this growing up ?

To realise how beautiful it could be to relish after a decade ?

Those daffodils there are mesmerising…

Light breeze brought your thoughts closer to mine..

Would you like to put it way in these meadows….

And find humour just like me after decade !

Fate brought us in these meadows, 

Even if our destination was opposite

Our fate was scripted in these highways 

As some reflection and silences belong here

Than it being encrypted in heart …..

Regret to miss this is a regret itself 

For which guilt isn’t the answer

Rather just missing the highway would be……

CALIFORNIA NIGHTS !

A night through your lens,

In the west coast state, 

Viewing the brisky crowd .

Searching life through the streets of California.

Would it be too rude to not view this ? 

I spurn to leave tonight!

Maybe million other nights would be same 

But not how it was today,

Today a new thought provoked 

So shall it be tomorrow 

Why waste it today then ?

If I could read what runs through the mind 

Of California nights….JUST FOR TODAY !!! 

For the power vested in me may not be there tomorrow 

Wouldn’t it be amusing ?

For us to read minds while we walk through the beaches,

With the tropical fragrance,

That seeps into our nostrils,

Which would be memorialized !

The brew of coffee that just invites.......

At the strange hour,

Collecting million hopes

Of just accomplishing one.

Would it be rude ignore the rest ?

Why don’t you tag along ?

As this night would not be the same ,

Even if you retraced,

As California nights are exceptional !

VEINS OF LEAF !

If only a leaf could describe 

Describe the the tranquility one feels

Describe how it is to have passion

Describe a creature way before 

Maybe with a mix of destiny

Holding and gazing through

The veins of the leaf I behold 

To deepen the horizon of uncertainty 

Of what life has to offer 

Oh man !!!

Can’t you see how deep the veins are?

Or you’re too farsighted?

Sadly !

You miss the feeling of what i encounter in the leaf!

But worry not,

As life as many other leaves to offer to show destiny far beyond, 

What I have felt!

So shall you feel and encounter!

The destiny you behold within the leaf you have experienced!

REFLECTION A MERE PERCEPTION......

Walls have heard way too much 

The past my world holds 

Possibly the reflection would help

To recognise how close it was….someday !

Those paths, those lanes, those nights 

Wouldn’t be the exact if the mirror helps

Wish it was but reflection is merely a perception 

Which strikes with reality…

Had I known, would have invented something materialistic to hold those….

But Again it is mere perception contrasting with reality…

Would it be different if the same occurred twice?

Retracing through the lens of past!

Maybe , maybe not !

I wish I had known earlier the truth…

Truth which is hidden !

Sadly a perception for me…

Tissues hold stories!!

Innocently sliding through the door of reality.

As the immortality…. exists even in memories !