Life – A stage

Lips faked smiles,
tongue was tied,
words were dying beneath,
throat was running dry…

The laugh….

i laughed…
pulling up the choked voice,
to tide over all fears and hesitations.
that couldn’t be resolved,
that couldn’t be ended,
but could just be tamed,
only to storm back
burying my mumbles down to the stomach,
making the next laugh
an impossible act to pull off…

Dilemma

Sometimes you feel like the head is in clouds, but you ain't flying. Still navigating through broken bylanes. The mapped journey has been sliced open into a waiting game and you are just not getting it right. When and whether to stop or resume. Slowly the gap between the level of journey and your goal widens. From reaching the destination it deteriorates to outrunning someone to preparing an inventory of reasons in case you are not able to reach the goal. The only way to survive this is to remember why you started and not let the question of where you have reached replace it

Pages of life

Wish some pages could disappear without being torn,
but memories buried deep have bookmarked those moments,

At least the words could fade without being ignored,
but those people often resurface as if coming back to renovate those conversations 

Mirrors

Mirrors often leave me in splits,
hiding everything in me thats misfit,
all the expressions i stole,
from strangers or known,
bubble up on on cheekbones and wrinkles,
as if trying to sprinkle,
the rehearsed joy on brewing melancholy.

War

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.

Dark

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. 

Finding myself

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

I can’t explain

Why it feels like climbing a mountain,
while cruising through plains,

Why it feels like am still going straight,
while steps are changing lanes,

Why it never really aches,
But still feels like pain,

Why its feels cloudy,
while sun burning skin ain't even hoping rains.

I just can't explain....

Emotions

A thing about emotion is,
more you let go,
more you load in,
amd someday when you desperately need to fire,
it won't come out as round of bullets,
it will jusy explode,
within or outside you.