SILENT SKY
sometimes $ILENCE speaks a lot and the power of silence is irresistible but its too beautiful to be
Blurring out every time we move apart is the days and night we spent.. and left with a set of dreams that keeps hoping for a better tomorrow ... A place bereft of the emptiness..
Just in case you pass by that moment you might find me lost but moments are flowing river and soon there will be another..
The difference is nowhere but in the mind.. where you hope and you tend to find.. counting efforts to stay and keep..till it keeps on scratching deep.. Every do s cancelling out with don'ts.. and more to take than to give.. there's no more place left to talk for relief.. it's better to leave and let live..
Where everyone has been ready to give up always and you learnt that there no point to hold and shout... You can only hurt by wishing to stay... so running away remains the only way out..
When time is too valuable and worthless together.......
When all the faith in the timeless moments gets your back to the wall.. And slowly but gradually the time demands to set free... free the self made belongings from the territory.. with the quote of not meant to be..
As the expectations hit the reality check and demands keep paining... A foggy pathway with droplets acquire the power to set you both vulnerable and fearless... a sudden caous of silence keeps you sorted in the mess... Decisions can never be wrong but can be extreme though... Where you have the choice to be one you never know... And time never stops for the precious moments passing by.. and sometime it's good that you chose not to try..not because there's no way out but you realise the regret of expressions to be loud .... Loosen the boundaries of to be or not to be.. and just choosing the hopelessness to be free... Not choosing to fight again for the time to bother... as valuable time has chosen to play worthless together....
What if things could be undone after been done...We would have trials till we could make the best of time.. and time would have brought in infinite chances.. where that lucky girl would have gotten a chance to relive her bachelor days a little more and not smoking out thoughts of seeking where she lost the love...
And that charming fellow would have got a chance to retry proposing to her girl before she left the town.. and not working overtime to move on to another life...
The mother would have tried rewinding her time infinite times by now to where she hold her children back at home... rather than waiting for the call throughout the day....
And maybe that couple would have erased all the painful words spoken in anger that kept stacking the gateway for love to flee away...
And the child settled with a family now would often return back to the home of origin to have a shelter on the mother's lap....
All the thirsty soul striving for peace would have rewinded to the moments of happiness trying to a better way to hold and embrace..
And maybe the grateful soul would have tried all over again and again to make world a better place...
Letting go is the only option to hold on...might be a quote to adore... but what if you are left with nothing but yourself.. where letting go isnt an option anymore... you just have to survive the worthlessness... There's no beautiful quote to get things fine.. There's no wonderful dream to think to achieve.. no strength left to fight with time..Thorns and bleeding are metaphors to decode.. when there's anything and everything to facilitate.. and quoting the sucess stories as hope..left are the faliures with name of fate... No more hope to gather in the name of truth.. no partial coment to fight back.. sometime you get things beyond your worth... where realisations are the only truth to define the upcommig track... With a joyful heart and mindful laugh... to the silent sky silently enough....
At that moment the sunset lost the colours, deepest silence in the rushest hour.. Neither words could say nor the lips could bear, no thoughts but a break through from the hardest fear... Steps kept slaying the path acknowledging the never returning journey and she knew the never going back was yet to start...
No particular emotion could dominate and the empty rush got her to the midnight window.. some cold breeze turned into west wind.. all that was known got a rewind, a droplet twinkled calling for the closure of the day . In background the lyrics murmered "Dil e nadaan tujhe huya kyahe."
At moments we are badly seeking for each other, the brownian rush hitting hard blocking the brain and pressing the arteries to contribute to all the heaviness in heart.. The next moment we lean down to let go judging all the impossibilities that time has beautifully barriered..
May be growing up is the process of understand the huge difference between seeking and making it happen...
No matter how roughly we train the emotions our way , the 'temporary ' resonances are part of breaking though and no where can we stop as it follows the fall...
As always I like to end with a hope for again.. so does life keeps exceeding its limits of expectation and even if it's not meant to happen seeking and breaking is the only way to go on....
Lets mask ourselves for a while and question with fingers pointing out our own profile...
I know things won't be easy to keep , as at every moment, life looks for quick escape..but still we chose and chose the insecurities ,the doubts and all the choices that leads somewhere else...
Elser than a mind of peace, keeping alone the individuals bereft of ease... For the intersections are just in moments too deep... And everything else is just acting out to keep...
Keep something never meant to be kept and holding on to places destined to be left...
No matter how far the threads extend , to hold on is always a process to mend.. & such realisations are just like some trap to trick, so that we may continue an endless seek.. As death remains a mystery and we are comforted to live with known, we chose to let things go on and destroy on its own..
Now you have some time... But trust me it's far away and l made it through all the way.. The midnight streets.. the deep black sky ,I had days and nights sitting by... Every moment is new and amongst the chosen few.. I learnt .. Every step is counted and every pain added to set me free.... Loving harder got me the best of me.. Separations are all a better world to fight.. as I prefer darkness of nights over broad daylight..
My fingers may be freezing eyes raining to sea.. but the best part is I seek only to trust me..
Lost in everything or may be defining the lost...even the scribbles left the passion state and nothing made the mark.... No where a light could call me through.. neither a darkness to sooth me in whatever I do.. left not left... Going on seems vague... All seem to leave so do I.. Days passing by slowly moved to meaningless ness... There's a huge need to start afresh... No recreation is giving a rest.. more I sleep gives a lot more sleepless ness... Nothing seems right and judgment of wrong is lost too.. sometimes that's how situations get you left with nothing to do....
Poetry
I will write some poetry one day for you.. when you will be close enough that all the faucet in my everyday emotions will be gone.. or far enough that I will be powerful enough to engulf some blackhole alone...
The lines will be all different and eternity won't be hard to reach, & in the sky touching mountain that we carefully conceived... We will finally find a breach.
Escape tales and peace of mind won't divert the flow and we definitely will be mature enough to take the turn a bit more slow.
& when I write that poetry I will live the moments in mind.. and as I suppose the words and silence will all be beautifully aligned.
The rain kissed tears, the mud kissed smiles and mystry in those eyes... Every truth will find its way overshadowing all the lies.
That the hurts might be true but ignorance was never a game..but ego and souls can never be combined in a frame...
That lubs and dubs might sound the same but heart still bleed the pain.
That compatibility might just be name whenever we often fail to explain.
Getting over is never getting back by that time we will know.. and we will be well aware of the fact that there no .. never letting go.
Sighed a bit deep,taking a deeper breath and greeting some convincing smile to own self in my own insight, I am looking forward to someday when I will be convinced to write.
that poetry with chapters in words, will play the rythm of life... With an end note of love it will find its close..
& the veil of all those mysterious emotions will readily be disclosed.
Instincts
Scratches are the only bit that will make you grow....and after everything when you learn,that pains are not to show...
A happy face and confident steps can hold you tight through the way..For the broken pieces are far too precious than any passing day...
When lights goes down, silence strikes around.. Then only can you listen to every beating sound.. Sound of seconds passing by.. and being judgemental to all truth and lie.. the equations are sketched deep in mind and accordingly things by themselves get aligned..
Only bit to lean by hit and trial.. that instincts can never fail.. For changes might be continuous but instinct strikes are far too instantaneous..
For a life to live is less than a soul to carry.. And every thing is bound to settle down and nothing would be left to worry...
inSignificant
The never meant talks .. the feel good vibes.. the verses of not being together seemed to be the truth of some life..
Making and breaking is a part of the game.. by the end it's all the same...
I lie down alone with mere headache.. with heavy hearted soul and no more chances to break..
Rain seemed pouring with the utmost delight and darkness overpowered love more than any light..
Where life seemed a myth and I kept seeking something in dreams.. More truthful than reality that should seem..
No word or verses would ever get that right...deepest thoughts are far too bright.. Going on with the flow might get to break the rule..being faithful suddenly became so un cool...
& cuddling all the darknes with blurred eyesight...I love sitting by my window embracing the best part of night.
#$elfTalksInTheWoods
To some far away place hidden between the pine forest, I felt to be led all by myself..
where my steps took its own way.. my silence suddenly meant to say.. and all over again.. it seemed to be my day....
Where the mountains surrounding seemed not to stop me but guide, all through the topsy turvy in mind that I prefer to hide...
Where the sky seemed to touch the ground.. all around.. and I lied still near the horizon where meadows surround..
Silenced and alive, how both came up at a go and I realised badly how I kept running away from things, denying what I already know...
With clouds moving in and out, making a sense of all those haunting self doubts.. Suddenly reached a crossing limit and the nature around conspired to lead my feet...
I walked following some driving force, all mixed emotions followed its course..
I felt alone between the crowd and felt to be myself much more aloud.... Where my soul seeked the peace of my mind and trembling lips murmured some verses of this kind:
There is only a single way to chose to be happy, that is by surrendering to all that is meant to be...
Cycles of life are tend to make us free and we step to get there, where actually meant to be..
This is how the mystry lies unbreakable and path diverts & we go on.. But each little moment contributes a rythm, that we are bound to carry along... We fear the pain,count the gain and yet we love with conditions to maintain... There's a thin line to every other thing, that defines each one of us and our being.... Where freedom is space... A self defined space ... where you rule your thoughts ,thoughts rule you back incase..
Now for myself that circle is mine and it gets better on how well I define.. Where no other soul can ever be a part and still the ones I love will never depart.. And life itself has a better life to be..& I live as there as a better part of me...
Where the world is still busy in the despair of making and breaking bonds.. I kept relying on friendship... Something that turns older like wine.. and cradles some memories to keep...
Beyond every emotion.. life goes on..
Holding on to hope is the trikiest part when every moment we are living with the risk of falling apart...
But still we have to learn to stick to our single name.. And make our own set of rules to play the game.. where wellness lies in peace of mind and which only we ourselves can correctly define..
No matter how far we plan to go.. Life will keep making you stand on your toe..
Trust will break.. we are bound to shatter with heart aches..The time will chase and we will have to act alone in any case..
Love wont mean same everytime..Just all we will keep going to make things fine..And at the end of the emotion strikes.. Staying close or far makes question arise.... but
Where the well being matters beyond any truth or lies..I strongly believe Friendship is the only emotion that survies...
The true essence of life is to go on...Go on with all the odds.. go on with things can never be fine and go on with all the hopelessness.. Its all about the mind.. thats only the trick hard to find.. Neither too much nor too less.. keeps life exactly in its pace.. Too often we tend to forget, we only are responsible for all the dreams we set.. Some soul would enlighten the mind while some will leave the lesson, surviving is the only way through all happiness and pain..
Near Far complements itself and the closeness compensates the distance.. no matter what changes the world , some words leaves their remains... Remains that we carry along the way.. remains that are only meant to stay... Thats where you finally meet yourself alone, understanding the true essence of life to Go on....