Voluminous.

Let me spare you the details.
It is either real or it’s all fake.
You can touch it or keep away.
Run or hide and stay aside.
But you will find it in your sight.
What when everything will be at stake?
Will then you not dare to go its way?
It is not until we hit the wall.
Do we realise the reality of it all.
Perhaps all is a dream, it could be a play.
Only for those who know the game.
Wide awake or sleeping deep.
Anyway we end up living it.
I don’t need a voluminous prose.
Might I say it is like the scent of a rose.
And once you get the hang of it.
The spark stays forever lit.

When you are young and tender.

Colours in their full glory.
Sounds in their own tones.
Smells that were beautiful
Would become a taste too.
The feelings were oh so precious.
My emotions, when they were full.
I could dance with joy.
Even if they called me a fool.
There was more inside of me.
A little more than I knew.
And they kept telling me,
How to be and what to do.

Do you think I cared?
Do you think I listened?
Do you think I agreed?
Why would I?
I was young and tender.
My heart was pure and open.
And so were my feelings too.
But I saw a world that,
Blossomed with a different root.
Everyone – bigger and stronger.
But worn out to the core.

I had questions. No answers.
They said a lot though…
“See? This is the reality.
You will have to grow up.
Follow me or follow them.
Make it all yours, make that jump.
Once its yours, you’re happy”
Was their a choice?
I danced on the new tune.
There was no other way.
And now I am still waiting…
To see them happy some day.

A piece of me.

A choice made here,
A repercussion there.
The intent differs.
A knife is a knife.
A hand could hold one…
To cut, to heal, or to survive.
And we can only question…
The actions.
But motives, the desires.
What if they are right?

Love heals all they say.
Love is what we need.
Love will fix the wrong.
But who decides…
What is wrong indeed.
In love do you submit
Or share?
In love do you force
Or accept?
In love, perhaps we just give up.

It is not love we need.
But something indeed.
What are we missing?
Humanity? Whatever that is!?
It is a part of me!?
A piece of  you…
Where ever you could leave it.
You won’t harm. You won’t fight.
All you do is share the light.
And see a portion of your heart in them”.

BETTER.

(B)elieve that you can and you will.
I have heard that and so have you.
(E)ven if times are tough and ill.
Strive to win the battle that ensued.
(T)ake pride in yourself,
It is yours and your journey matters.
(T)hrive on light and welcome darkness
like an old friend, here to teach you better.
(E)very twist and turn takes its toll.
Find the strength and find love.
(R)emember you are never alone.
Take those hands and you are home.

I panicked.

A wide open grass land
Meets near horizon I see.
A blue clear sky and a breeze.
The warmth surrounds me.
The birds chirping, bees buzzing,
Flowers dancing,
It is one of those scenes.
Almost unreal.
So close I can touch it.
The fragrance I smell,
The sounds I can hear,
All of it is so near.
My spirits are lifted high.
Like being brought back to life.
Feels almost like reality.
But my heart starts to ache.
Now, the light is fading away.
Why the darkness? I ask.
How did it find its way?
I hid it deep inside.
Your memories that I hate.
From the warmth to
These burns I’m feeling.
The panic begins to creep in.
Why now? And how?
Perhaps… it is my fault.
I panicked. This wound.
It must be healed.
This love affair with pain.
Like us, must come to an end.

Ctrl Alt Del.

Control it! Control that.
Control him. Control her.
Control them. Control this.
Control all that till you can.

One day we realise,
Where the true power lies.
Like many have said before,
Control yourself and be more.

Control your mind. Your emotions.
Your feelings and effects.
Control the situation. The outcome thereafter.
Control the controller. To be the best.

But to truly be able to Ctrl Alt Del.
All we need is one habit.
One only and that is…
To able to to not repeat.

Do not repeat patterns.
No need to relive the history.
Be a new tale. Do not go down as…
The same story.

Take a new leaf, fresh ink… write it.
One that was about being.
One that knew no control.
A story that is daring.

For I control what I want.
What I see as beneath me, must not be.
What I do not want around.
Must be down on the ground.

But when I let go. Not of my situations.
Not of my feelings or my notions.
But myself, is when I am in control.
For there is nothing really out of control.

 

Gray or Grey?

Shiny and clear, mostly blue.
A curtain of yellow.
And an orange-y hue.
Gets be brown and mellow.
With a little dust.
Have you seen?
It turn to red.
A shade of pink.
The painters in the air.
Covering it in a silver sheen.
A storm of black.
Clear white or simply gray.
When it sprays.
The sky is happy every way.
One colour less. One colour more.
Might just not be same anymore.

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I see more than just gray! 🙂

Every time like literally every time gray or grey, is the question. I used to think the “grey” matter in the brain is spelled “grey” and that gray is the colour gray. Just like color or colour? Gosh having learnt things one way, while the entire world wide web has a lack of ‘u’ and even replacing ‘e’ by ‘a’, is confusing just as writing this.

LOL or may be lol.

A friend can tickle,
Spots unknown to others.
Friends can act crazy,
Just for your laughter.
A small giggle a little smile.
We all shared them all the while,
In classes, in games,
In all the serious places it seems.
A joke, a wink, a smirk
Be it from miles away.
Still it works.
And A LOL
or a laugh out little.
But you know…
You want to burst.
So chuckle away!

Climbing

I am not sure.
Straight up or side ways?
In the middle,
I fear I might get stuck,
When I am climbing.

I do not want those situations.
Where I have to pay,
For my choices.
I fear I’d stumble,
As I climb and fumble.

I am unclear of the way.
But I am sure of the next step.
With courage, In time,
I will be on the top.
After all I am climbing.

Where and when,
That is beyond me.
Where is there?
That scares me.
For now, I will just climb.