there is truth in how you feel is what you attract…

watch that thought

before it turns dark

and keep that hope

from crashing with every dawn

that faint hope

fuel it till it gets stronger

the little smile,

pump it up with some more cheer

feeling dull, out of sorts

look for mirth, something to laugh on

is your sight weary, looking for a sign?

believe, it’s happening

and give it a new life

yeah, its easy to say and all that

but then, it’s about revisions

of what you knew

but lost somewhere along the way

there is truth

about energy not lying to you

if it makes you restless

it’s time to stay tuned

to those that match up to your own

the ones that lift

and own you like one of their own

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a lot has happened since

the last rebuttal

to the recent scorn

the menacing grin

to words full of scorn

the last shearing of the soul

to the placebos to make it whole

the pains and aches

and everything in between

the road map to inner peace

getting more complex and dim

so who wants to live forever

when the struggle is to live today

try to make moments count

because when it comes to taking stock

the years won’t count

for such are the vagrant ways of life

just when you think you lived it

there comes a surprise

the questions start all over again

the mind flips like a monkey

wanting to go back to the start again

and then there is a dullness that prevails

you are reminded that its time you lost

and there is no all over again

so once again, you reconcile

trying to live in the moment, this time

for no one gets to live forever

and then, whoever heard of living again

its now or never

when you are restless….

You are doing good when you are not able to settle down easily. It keeps the nomad in you alive as you are a forever seeker who doesn’t want to make peace with familiarity.

have you had these moments of rebellion
when all you wanted was to break free
transcend and go beyond set norms and patterns
this word ‘ set’ is rather unsettling, you know
making peace with it
is like burying yourself in snow
you turn numb to everything around you
warmth of living each day
denied and lost on you
for you are no longer a human
ready to face novelty
you are now a creature
who lives by habit and familiarity
how sad is this plight
when even the mind feels crippled
refusing to take flight
according the lack of spice to this and that
when the fact is
the reasons are your own lack of gumption,
the fear that keeps you tethered to a place
for you need to be reminded ever so often
you are an animal now
who needs to be chained to cares and affections
lest it strays looking for new pastures
so when a moment comes to ruffle your steady
what do you think you will do?
breathe in its endless possibilities
or wait, let me tell you-
you are going to let it pass
and slide into the humdrum of your life
we’ve forgotten that we began as nomads
before civilization took its toll
and we became grounded as humans,
in form but in spirit as animals
for letting the spirit be chained to a million things
to keep pace with deadbeat days
setting a million checks on wanton desires
scared of being called blasphemous
oh! this pseudo sense of piety, good prudence
a million wishes unfulfilled, gutted
forgotten and wilted



not looking for big things…..

Sometimes, when i talk about the little things, i face a deluge of looks and comments hinging on amusement, sarcasm or plain disdain. But, i am a stubborn soul and no what matter, i don’t give up trying to get what i need even at the cost of being called eccentric or a lunatic.

all i need are the little things
some crayons and a drawing book,
just looking at the sun rise and set
or to breathe in the tranquil night air
travel to places unknown
and to discover new paths in the ones known
i can fall in love with a piece of paper
gush over a trinket 
like gloating over a treasure
i can spend hours
just watching someone smile
or watch the birds chirp
and then take a sudden flight
i am not someone without desires
but what i truly need,
are theses simple joys
give me days that are quieter
and evenings that are mellow
maybe a snug place with a cushy pillow
a pen and some paper to write on
with all the time in the world
to see, listen and learn from
i may be close to some kind of meditation
not entirely there
but somewhere on the way
cause i can detach
and i keep looking for some empty spaces
that i can fill up
with my many musings
i am in a little haste right now
there is much to do
and the restless me is clueless how
but maybe if i can just let to be
i will find my groove
and then, life would just be
filled with moments of epiphany
in each of which i would live a lifetime
moments will make my world
and not days and years, by the count

this one is going to be shorter than short…

Sometimes, less is more. Words, the simplest of them , can speak volumes. They are the best retreat, the most potent panacea, the strongest, most liberating of all.

don’t push away the thought of lying low
or living in anonymity
cause a face can launch
a thousand ships
and the sea is seldom calm
a face to a name
is most times the start
of a not so happy game
that lays you bare
to speculations and snides
of those who will sit judge
over each of your smile, every  stride
all statements and even when you sit quiet
so why start something tumultuous
keep it steady and without fuss
all that is needed is a fade out
and getting away from all the clamor 
give yourself this chance
to understand and experience
a very different kind of calm


of the many times i have thought of giving up….

I sometimes wish to come out of my self imposed exile, thinking how it would feel to be my old self again. Can days be restored? I think not because that would need a whole lot of effort and when that happens, there is a deep sense of longing, even regret. So, maybe anonymity isn’t bad after all.

 many times i feel like giving up
on others, i feel like owning up
the hasty decisions or the faulty ones
and come out of my exile
live like i used to-
laughing, traveling, sharing
with not a thing to crease my brow about
i made my choices and i kept to them
i decided how far i was willing to go
and where to call it an end
i would like to claim my life back
and live it just like it was back then
plain wishes one would say
more complex is how i gauge
for what is simplicity in the here and now-
redundant, obsolete and a relic of the past
it is not let to live
when the world around you
is of the concocted, engineered, tempered and affected
i am forced to stay withdrawn
feel a little sheltered in this tight spun cocoon
hoping one day i will be able to come out once more
only this time, it will be trouble no more
the rest of my time would be as another face
that you may chance upon
or loose in life’s maze

what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger…mere words to induce a false sense of bravado….

I would rather admit to my human frailties and leave superheroes for the movies. I hurt and I wince with pain and now, i am not ashamed to admit it too.

pain doesn’t make you stronger
no, it doesn’t
what it does though is make chinks in your armor
you think all this while
that you will outlive this pain
but that won’t ever happen
cause the soreness will remain
and with it the memory of it will keep afresh
each time you cramp up or wince
a reminder of its might
against your own meek servility
to its unsparing whiplashes
 leaving you with nothing, no choices
other than simply to make do with it