Moment.

and then
there in all slow
poetry began to flow
somehow everything began to glow.

Shine On!

Done and Dusted,
the Setting sun mocked and screamed in apathy,
It was a No moon night.

But after the dark of the dusk,
A thousand million stars shone so bright,
and Shouted!
"Shine on you Crazy Diamond"

Silence.

Even the Calmest of the Sea, roars.
Even the gentle'est of the wind, Whistles.
Even the Cool Clouds Thunder.
But the Mighty Mountains, they just stand still
and may be pretend to Listen?

You think!!!

you think your strong

you think you have got it all under control

you think you know it all

only to realize when you fall

not overconfidence

nor arrogance

just an island of new range of emotions

against the waves, you swim

in search for the known shore

for its comfort and more

but the ocean is vast

and it will test you till you last

you may be strong

you may have it all under control

but that one moment of weakness

one moment of lapse

if you can hold it together then

if you can hold it together then...

The Fall Flight.

I was cautious

but I stumbled

I was watchfull

but I tripped

I was optimistic

and I fell over

breeze against my cheeks

my hair being ruffled

with each passing moment

traversing greater distance

cherishing every moment

loved the flight

only to be broken

by the bottom of the

bottomless pit

thought it was just a halt

cause I couldn’t see a fault

unaware uncaught

I din know how to sort

I scrambled

I screamed

I pleaded

I screeched

at the bottom of the pit

unheard

unseen

I still stand here

ignored and cold!

ignored and cold!

Funny!!!

theres never been a rage or war

yet its funny

how one calls it all

abrupt

sudden

before it hits you

its already bygone

you think its all a bad dream

you pinch yourself hard

only to realize

you’ve grown numb

by this sudden call

the room seems bigger

the house seems empty

the phone has been silent

the day seems daunting.

as I go about my daily work

in the wilderness of the concrete jungle

a part of me is missing

a habit of mine is dying

each day I wake up

feeling a little more empty inside.

Wanderer

I am not here to just live

I am not here to conquer the world either

there is more purpose

there is more reason

to this existence

I have been blessed with senses

I am here to see

I am here to feel

I am here to touch

I am here to taste

I am here to experience

As I move around

the connection seems to deepen

I seem to be awaken

I am just a wanderer

Thankful of my existence.