Sunday 26 July 2015

Recognizing who you are!

Happiness is one word that doesn't belong to me anymore. Each passing day adds on to the debris of the past and fills my heart with nothing but soothing emptiness. I know you must be wondering how emptiness can be soothing but trust me, once you get used to immense pain, every word of compassion works like a Dagger on your soul. You get so numb that nothing moves you but pain. Sudden emergence of happiness in itself feels weird because being happy is not what I expect after getting used to turmoil.



Its a difficult game you know;  Running away from reality, hiding under the cloak of pain and shadows. For some it is cowardice but for some this is a way of connecting with others. Everyone has got a different view to this. Sometimes, in order to find peace from within you need to hide from the constant attacks of the demons: On the inside as well as outside. The worst form of all is the constant dripping of the eyes as an aftermath of a bruised heart. Confusion arises when the fate of the heart is decided with the intervention of the brain. As long as they both work, conflicts bring to the downfall of the soul. At such stage one thing that can save you is the realisation that nothing in this world is more precious than what you are and what you've been all this while. Its the feeling of immortality that paces the soul.





And how do people achieve it? By moving into their caves. No, not the literal meaning but going away from what we call as our every day routine. Lesser interactions with civilisation and deeper conversation with nature. Often such people are termed as 'mad men'. Its very rarely that we realise that these are the real saints looking for peace from within. The definition of peace is so vast and magnificent that words fail to describe it. It means contentment, it also means harmony and love amongst each other. It means freedom of the heart and soul, it also means the acts of compassion from a lover. Infinite meanings to this one tiny little word and yet so much to achieve.



Only acceptance can make you get what you desire. It makes all the odds fall into the right pieces. Instead of closing eyes to harsh reality and struggling through this rush, patience provides courage to endeavour the gains of love. Knowing ones limits and responsibilities, fulfilling them brings peace similar to holding your first child in your hands, when you kiss them on their heads. Its all about  recognising who you are and what you want to be because it is the only thing that leads us always from fossils and men's greed!


Sunday 19 July 2015

The Wanderer


A wanderer it seems, I walk all the way
looking for the breeze that blew along the bay.
Endlessly walking, shifting weight from side to side
here, I’m on my way to my little paradise
Reaching to where the oceans breathe
feeling the heights that the mountains reach
flying as  a young bird that just grew wings
yes, I’m on my way to the place where the angels sing.
 A wanderer or a lost traveler what so ever they say
I’m still sailing on my little ship to the land of hay.
Where the butterflies flutter their wings over the flowers
while the bees dance on the tunes of evening’s rosy hours.
Where the devils endeavor the gains of love
Yes, this is the place where I’ll now reside.

Crossroad



Standing at this junction still
withholding the fears of my early youth
here I decide to take a step forward
into the world of enigma
till I lose my senses and fall
Yet rise again as a new born fawn!
Memories from the past, restrain my movement
trying hard to break free from this world of disappointment
let me, let me get away
to a place as abyss as a grave!
To dig and bury the last piece of my heart
just let me leave, before I start to bleed.
let me lose myself completely
let my demons beat the compassion in me.
And so I take a step ahead, leaving behind the memories that once I held.
Fear clutches me every now and then
making my journey more painful again

Now that I chose this path
With a clear conscience and a broken heart
But when I look at the path again
fear clutches and my heart rebels
Dismal is not what it seeks
But the fear of the past makes me weak
And here I am once again
Standing still
And alone
At the crossroad which takes me to peace!