“time flies.. time heals..”
as if
it just picks up your baggages,
freezing them as memories.
“time doesn’t wait..time never remains the same..”
as if
it greets you the first time with a bye,
and before you recognize, leaves behind a teary eye.
“time is ticking..time is money..”
as if
time given is experience traded,
moments wasted are wisdom evaded.
Look for the words scattered on the face,
dropping off the chin,
holding onto the cliff of lashes,
sinking in eyes,
going in and out through heavy breaths
and you will know
the silence is riding on chariot of unsaid lines
you can listen to heartbeats at some point during the day
you can catch the breath that is running out faster than it is going in
you like to see the sun set after hours of escaping it’s heat,
you are amazed to see the dew settle on leaves through winter nights,
you slow down at times to absorb the scene around when running late,
you ain’t a fan of perfection and enjoy the act even with misplaced cues
you measure the success with people who have matched their steps to be with you
look what he brought back,
tiding over the waves,
hands filled with briny waters,
his expression,
his excitement,
made the salts look like honey..
Should i break the mirror
Or turn off the lights,
Should i draw the curtains
Or turn on the lights,
Should i scream it out,
Or mumble the tension,
Should i listen a bit,
Or let the eyes fake attention,
Should i erase it hard
Or tear the page,
Should i fiddle the thumb
Or bite the nail in rage
Maybe i should just be….
Just when emotions thawed
a butter knife was pierced.
They cut me slowly
softly ripping through all the years
in a matter of seconds.
By the time the (knife’s) point reached
bottom of the heart
all attachments melted away.
They kept searching for the pieces,
while i was all over the place
unwilling to gather myself again.
Raasta kisi ek manzil par khatm nahi hota,
par kai manzilein raaste mein padti hai
Kuch bin maange, kuch bewaqt mile,
jinse bach nikalna chaha,
wahi raaste mein pade mile.
Teekhe labzo ko odhkar,
hamesha mere sawalon ko bepata chhodkar woh aye,
par unki sachhai meri umeed ko itna raund gayi,
ki mann jhoothi tasalli chahne laga.
Khamoshi mein milkar ek goonj de gaye,
jisse aaj bhi meri khamoshiyaan pareshaan hoti hai,
zindagi shayad dhero unsuljhe sawaalo se kuch unchaahe jawaab peeroti hai
When a thing is slipping from your fingers while you await the arrival of another,
when roads lead to destination, but you don’t feel like travelling any further,
when the dilemma of rushing or letting it go begins to churn your peace,
when your maturity is making your silence pay higher fees,
when you have run out of options and don’t have a plan in place,
when you have run out of gasoline and you want to set everything ablaze.
Just be your own,
don’t lose yourself,
you are “YOU” ,
and not a trophy in their shelf.
