Blindspots

Sometimes there is no plan in place,no goal in sight,
but the journey has to go on.

Sometimes there is no check in place, no one to say right or wrong,
but the job has to be done.

Sometimes there is no outlet to the emotion,no proof of even its existence,
but the shaken heart has to be balmed.

Sometimes there is no shoulder to cry on, no place to hide tears,
but the tides have to be emptied.

Folded page

Life had some moments where heart was in dilemma,

whether to pump-up in rage
or
to skip the beat,

whether to rush through the emotions
or
pause to repeat,

whether to break open the chest
or
bury it deep.



But i decided not to tear the page then,

and orphan the story of an infant emotion.


Just left it blank and folded,

in the arms of unfinished story,

which is still unfolding with every passing heartbeat,

with a hope that ink will mature one day,

just enough to let the folded page bloom into an answer,

heart felt for but couldn't seek.

Broadway called life

The play was real without any rehearsal,
some enjoyed their tragedies,
while others remained poker faced even in the joys.

Ones who thought they were hero,
broke down after realizing their role,
ones who thought they would own the stage,
had to make peace with a guest appearance.

No one actually knew when the backstage will recall them,
dialogues were going to be important,
but silence too had a role to play.

Some got variety of roles as long as they remained clay,
while the stubborn were played by the play.

All tried to bribe the script writer for an immortal fame,
but he kept changing the actors and stage remained the same