Wisdom taught me to open windows of heart,
but with experience i learnt to keep the curtains down.
Raat ka gehra andhera,
ya din ka behra ujala,
cheekhti hui tanhai,
ya sannate mein sehmi dhadkan,
raaste mein bulaati anjaan sarai,
ya intezar mein taktaa ghar
khidkiyon se jhaankti umeed,
ya darwaza khat-khataata darr,
March past was to rest the war,
just like her chin rested on the palm,
for both the soldiers and her eyes were tired,
one of seeing blood,
other of seeing tears.
I felt lost,
the moment i left safe harbors
everything loud lowered the tide to murmurs
lips shivered giving away confidence,
to winds of uncertainity
both feet were not in agreement,
each pointing to a different direction,
eyes could see everything travel,
except the body stuck behind it,
hands had just come out of pocket,
as if trying to figure out,
whether to raise themselves
or just fold back into each other
i took the first step...
Never tear the page
if you have a chance to turn it
you have something,
to hold onto
Pulse often raised,
memories of hope got themselves erased,
listening to anxities bark
life once was afraid of dark.
Then i discovered the darkness within,
breathing life into belief
that colors hid beneath,
were just waiting for light to pierce those depths,
untill the day light did reach the emptiness,
something beneath just crushed,
it was all black,
hope darkness gave me for years,
was stolen by light in a minute.
i ain't lost,
but haven't found myself either,
living in the world of shadows,
i often walk upto the mirror,
which often misleads me,
into believing here i am...
feeling as akward as i was,
in the outside world,
face wrinkles have forgotten to emote,
anything except a smile
At times the word learning is just used to give a smiling face to the struggle.
Sun never rose for me,
i was just standing in way of the light.