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…


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


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.


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.