Just hold my heart as your own...

I look through the lense and things look a lil blurry...
Need to adjust the lense to see things more clearly...
I see bokeh they look so nice...
But they are hiding what may or may not be as beautiful as their blurred image maybe true maybe a lie...

Is this life the same lense... Do I need to adjust that lense to focus and see what's far...
Same old feeling come inside, the fear is sometimes too deep similar to my scars...
But does it mean I shouldn't see what's ahead, no, am I too reserved or scared to see what's ahead,no, so why not pick up and see what's there....

I may move that way when I see it, I may not...does it stop me from being what I am maybe may not...but I may move that way maybe maybe not...

I am staring at things too long, does it mean I can't see things,no, does it mean I don't feel where things are bleak,no, I see where everything goes, but does it make me any better,no....just not not about seeing it or feeling it, it's a lot about where you are taking it....

I see the light I want to see in a tunnel built on my own...
Is it true to move on....someone said no...but there is no way inside and there is only way forward towards the unknown light...why unknown when u can see iy clearly...just pick up and see,
Can I move on...maybe with your hands holding mine...this line come so many times...
Where do I go from here is all mine...the tunnel needs to end and the road should start with ur hands holding my heart all this time....

Just u holding my heart....
Can I walk on my own,no, can I walk alone,no, can I talk alone,no, can I see things... I need to on my own....but with you holding my heart...just holding my heart as your own....sometimes burning with anger, with desire, with disappointment, with feeling that make you swell with joy, that can make you cry, where you can refrain and keep it aside in pain... Just the way you will do on your own... Just as your own...

I will grow it again....(My experience of hailstorms and heavy rains in the fields)

I sat one day on an empty road,
The sun came down hard and almost roared,
I looked around the landscape here,
There were birds flying far but yet so near,
I looked below the ground lay silent,
It basked in green but it still seemed violent...

Oh I say this because we know what fields look like,
Oh I say this because we know how in the wind they all move alike,
What we don't know is how they are when they lay fallen,
Crushed by the nature, beaten and trodden..

We always go to the market of harvest,
We enjoy picking the best of this harvest,
We want to know why somethings are bad,
We want to have the best of what we always had,

Did we go back to those who tilled the land,
Did we see how filled their plans...

But today I was here thinking what would be their fear,
When all is gone, how would they fair,
All seemed wrong and in despair...

I could not ask a question easily,
It all seemed wrong and I could speak feebly,
When I looked around and a man came by,
He seemed moving with the pain of what went by,
But still there was a smile on his face it seemed,
What happened later was just a distant dream,

He was far and I stood there,
He was moving there calling to others to quicken and not be in despair,
So I moved to him to break my silence,
What I got from him was wisdom and kindness,
I asked him if anything was salvaged,
He told me that it was a total carnage,
He told me that it happens often,
I thought of times when efforts are put in and they are almost forgotten,
He told me that the slate is sometimes cleaned without being asked...

He told me that his will is larger,
Its time for him to get back to work and bargain with the nature....
I know no matter what people like him will always be strong,
They will tell that you must move on even when everything seems wrong....

I asked what he will do now...
I got a response to think forever now...
I will grow again...I will grow again.....

Love...we all write once in a while

Love....


The picture we always post is too sweet,
We all know all relations are bittersweet,
Just like the chocolate I eat,
With bitterness that makes it real,
Sweetness that fills you with zeal.

Doesn't it make you move with joy,
Oh it makes you wanna cry,
Cry not to be helpless and lie,
But to know and feel what's truly inside.

Love is not about holding too tight,
Its not a flying kite,
Its not the brightest light.

Love is the birds flight,
It will wander with its own right,
It is about sometimes disappearing out of sight,
Its the sunrise and sunset delight
Just enough to make you feel right
Its to feel open yet hide inside.

Oh it does take you places,
It makes you crazy with those wonderful faces,
It makes the joy a little bit more joyous,
It makes the sorrows a little deeper,
Hold the hand and not the arm,
You got to be there, but not like a post to stand,
Just like the way you can.

Cause this is love not a competition,
You don't put everything always right,
You will love and whatever that be,
When you don't think of love the way it seems to be...

Childhood...

Is it just a memory lane that I walk down on,
Isn't it something I have been and have grown from,
So am I any different, I can't be,
Cause who I see in my yesterday is the same person standing in the mirror infront me,

We learn as we move, we try and improve but we only add layers and we don't remove...

We understand more and we ignore less as it has always been the other way I guess...

So the colours seems richer in the days we played,
The time seems shorter I don't remember having enough of it everyday,
The friends didn't envy, the ground was never dusty, the rain was never harsh, the sun was always dark...
Oh we just moved around in the golden colour fields..  or we jumped into puddles and small creeks,
Oh we just moved around and made any place our playground,
Oh we just moved around savouring the flavours of nature...

Oh we just moved around just as I remember, as if it was not long back but just yesterday to look back and remember...

So what is your childhood...
Is it a memory lane,
No no it's just you in a different time frame,
A few layers back, a few years back... Just you... Just you...

So we had it tough...

What is life,
Does it have any value,
Is all lost and are we suppose to down in our sorrows, or pride, our scars, our so called values in life...

Oh we live our lives here and say that we had it terrible and we fear,
Oh we live our lives here with days of joys and moments we fear,

But we think we had it tough, we feel we don't have a life and we might just have to borrow,
Or we think we might just be lost in our sorrows...

Oh we think we cannot take it , no we cannot, no no more,
we endured a lot, we have been beaten to core...
Is this regret, is this pain, the one we don't see so easily,
but the one we opened ourselves as a blanket to hide in....

Just turn your thoughts no need to even look there,
to those who have endured it all, endured it all bare...

Just turn your thoughts.... just those thoughts
to those who cringed onto life when all around them was despair,
to those who walked through the dead and think they will survive another day,
to those who cried endlessly in despair,
to those for whom the god ceased to exists,
to those for whom the humans became their biggest fear,
to those who could only feel till the time they felt no more,
to those who looked at you but now you don't see them anymore....

I may have crossed a few lines here,
I may have jumped to different people,
but they all faced the problems much larger than what we could ever fear,
I turn myself from a war for life to the war with poverty which wage so near...

People have endured and lived to tell things you wont wish to hear....

So next time you feel you had it rough, just turn your thoughts no need to look there...
You don't need to look there...