Adventure is out there, waiting for you!

It is hard to take a decision just like that…

When you know-not where you are headed to and what path you’ve to walk…

When you hear the future beckon you far in the distance

And you’re ready to toss the comfort of the zone you’ve since-forever been-in

When the calling is strong
And others say: Hey! What's wrong?

But the gut won’t shut

And the whispers of new dreams would clutter your head

Then you must give in

And give your belief a chance

While doubts mutter

Allow courage to take a stance

I know it’s hard to let go

To leave behind the grounds you’ve worked on for so long

Snapping all the strings won’t be easy

Apprehensions like butterflies in your tummy would make you a little dizzy

But you must move on

With head held high and dreams of a new life

Flap your wings to freedom

Because adventure is out there, waiting for you!

LEARNING EN ROUTE THE SANDS OF TIME

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. Gathering my jolted efforts, I raise my head up again quite quickly. My eyes suffused with liquid dreams of a world so plush. Clutching the grainy-gold and bringing it close to my chipped lips; I blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…

Drops of forgiveness are spilled soon, embracing the phase of learning en route. Darkness and chill of the desert by night is making my spirit numb, but my soul awaits the sun of opportunity to warm it soon, because it’s yet not the end.

Hear your calling…

When exploring the unknown, you are never alone. Because you begin with apprehensions and questions but end up discovering experiences and answers.

Inquisitiveness and passion never allows your dreams to fade. They keep alive your zeal, triggering unrest and urge; time and again compelling you to take the path towards your innermost desires. 

No matter how far you try to run or where the waves of situation take you, when the will is strong and the time is right, you’ll find yourself drifting to the land you belong to.

The desires that burn inside, the dreams that make your life, have a larger purpose than to just arise and fade. When you hear the calling time and again and good omens paving your way, understand that the time has come to flag your win and have your victory engraved.

I know it’s not over yet…

The talks that we started

The songs that we sang

Promises that we swore

Dreams that we weaved

All lie unattended

Still and by themselves

I know it's not over yet

The story we began

I know it’s not yet the end

And it is better not-to-end.

Time has tricked us

And both our hearts are in pain

We fight our own battles

So we can run back to each other

Being one, once again…

I know it's not over yet

The story we began

I know it’s not yet the end

And it is better not-to-end.

I-N-C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E

That’s what it better be

Who says there’s a love story

That ever came to an end…

I know it's not over yet

The story we began

I know it's not yet the end

And it is better not-to-end.

Count Your Blessings

Often we realize-not what we have, unless we hear the under privileged speak about it.

When I quote, “under privileged”, I refer not to those who are hand to mouth or those who fall in the category of BPL, but of those who have certain restriction and obligations. Those who wish to touch the sky but speak not about it but silently trick their hollering heart and mind. They have dreams to accomplish but wait for the time to strike a chord with their fate.

And on the other hand are those who are blessed with worldly pleasures but fail to cherish the nectar. They have no time to capitalize the worth of every moment spent in merriment, but to only look down on things left undone, spotting the blots and poking into the loop holes of every situation and person they encounter.

But one fine day when curtains of thanklessness are raised; they realize the beauty beneath the naked skin and crib not for the fur or a piece of cloth to drape anymore; rather they find solace and thankfulness in being blessed with crystal soul and serene sentiments, sensing life and taking pride in being the blessed one.

Dangling Desires

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. With liquid dreams of a world so plush, I clutch the grainy-gold, bringing it close to my chipped lips; I close my flooded eyes and blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…

Owly

Ogling owl on the perch
Awaits the night of pleasure
When the dark would cast its spell
With moon’s radiating white bedspread
And disturbing noises would settle to laze
Deep down in the dreamy haze
Then shall it take a flight
Junket the entire night