Windmills..

Some lazy windmills twirling against an azure sky
Makes me wanna step out of the car and take a hike
Across a few hillocks covered in golden grass
Where the earth appears to be wrapped in brass
The firmament above is like a glass stained with blue
Brilliant and bright it chases away all my rues
My mind ambles forth beneath the warm sunshine
I say to myself...life is fine
For I feel the wind across my cheeks that has brushed past the mills a while ago..
Lending me some of their laziness while I am on the go
And I am free as I can be..distant from the car honks in a burnt grass valley
Walking to a place unknown...the white streaks of clouds like beacons in my path...
I realize I have been shown
That a barren land is indeed a thing of beauty if you have the sight
You can either sway the wind being a windmill or be swayed by it like a kite!

And someday when the sun won't burn so bright and the stars won't shed any light
I will be free from all that saddens me...
Perhaps then i will not constantly drown in all that i feel
And would treat all that surrounds me like a movie reel
Intended to play out its part
And not let my insides tear apart
It is not a nice thing i tell you
To be in touch with fire and rain
I get burnt a thousand times and deluged again and again
I still fail to leave it all be
Nevertheless seeking that elusive freedom from this meaningless purgatory..

Is it me who has changed?

Or do u feel so..since to your whims i no longer bend

What am i to u? Wat u r to me?

The definition changes as time ticks away and we choose to believe only what we see

Promises made once no longer hold true

The golden colors that once filled every shared moment have turned to an arid ecru

N i am left wondering

Why is it me who bears the onus of carrying the carcass of all that we were?

Here i thought it was a half and half but it seems you are not to be accounted for

I am heartless u say

It is good in a way...i must slowly aspire to be one

It is time..for far too long and far too often i have been the heartful one..

 

 

Affections Squandered

And for a few fleeting moments i was happy as a butterfly

Flying with the next breeze in search of blue skies

But happy times are shortlived and it is not a fair world

You look for simple honesty and at you lies are endlessly hurled

Your wings often get ripped by those you hold dear

Those who shun you are the ones you wanted to be near

Yet again i leave behind a piece of me and head on to what i know not

Corrupt with memories i can barely keep together my forlorn thoughts

I feel less me...one more part lost

Wasted time...wasted hopes...with waste alone my life is fraught

Why this keeps happening i ask myself

And like a rudderless ship i roam looking for answers never to be found

Only prickly questions bleed my mind

My heart silenced long ago refusing to sound

Do i deserve all this i wonder?

I guess yes..for that's what you get if precious affections you mindlessly squander..

 

 

Autumn...

Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go
Amidst a riot of colors we disregard the imminent end..
Soon enough that which is precious and gave us joy lies in wake...forgotten...shed off
And all remains barren for time unknown..
But then for spring to knock and gift a new lease of life
The old has to be forsaken 

So what if the sight of gnarly branches brings forth a sense of melancholy?
They once bore flowers..the essence of good times...of wonder...of love
And when it is time again...tiny green would peep out of brown barks
And set the forest on a fresh new fire of beauty untold yet witnessed over millennia..
But first...let us live the autumn...for it is not spring yet...

life is 'what' you see

Blue skies and flower laden trees..life is 'what' you see
To forget the old bittersweet ones you gotta make new memories
Sight of a movie theater...a bowl of icecream..
Anything can make you walk down the memory lane
Only what once filled you with joy now sadly inflicts pain
You still feel the echos of the happy times
And helplessly remember those who are lost
Want them back to feel the joy again but dear heart at what cost?
You loved..and you loved alone...your folly is only that
You wanted to be offered the whole ocean but a drop is all that they had
Lessons learnt...bridges burnt...but still unfeeling is what you fail to be
Cottony white clouds and azure skies...somehow life still manages to make you see..

Life is indeed a party

Life is indeed a party
Sometimes u enjoy sometimes u don't
Either u are with the crowd or left on your own
U meet new people and u laugh with the old ones
At times the food is great and at others u wish u had to swallow none
There are moments of doubts when u wonder why at all u came and then there are those when u are just glad u got to attend
U dress up u dress down...'coz sometimes it's cocktail n sometimes pyjama
It is smooth-sailing every now and then but you can't avoid oodles of drama
So party as long as the music is on
'Coz u never know when the DJ says it's over human....be gone!!

Spiraling Down A Bottomless Pit...Oh What a Life i Lead!

oh what a life i lead!
where are they whom i need?
is it wrong to expect a little?
why do i day by day turn so brittle?
i can't distinguish one day from another
yet come to think of it..before my very eyes things have withered
i am drifting at times...and at others rooted to a spot
wonder if all good things come to those who demand a lot
i demand none and desire few
and perhaps that's my sin...setting all askew
it is a tired existence littered with laughter in traces
transitory sunshine with a whole lot of empty spaces
i do not know if it is worth what i seek
and if what i seek will brighten all that is bleak
my way is lost taking me along with it
i only wander down an unlit path thinking about a bottomless pit
the pit reflects moments bygone but with a lure so strong!
I cannot help but wish to relive them...knowing it is so wrong
desolation harps at me...my constant companion
and i fear one day i will lose myself into unknown oblivion
if only there were something warm to live by
a hint of sunrise across my dull skies
then again i know not what i am asking for
it might be the sun-kissed sea about to drown me...in the guise of a golden shore...