Healing Wounds

Eyes are numb
Dropping the curtain every now and then
The lights didn’t go off last night
And we are gripped in a never ending bullfight

I didn’t want it but do I really need it?
May be a lesson to strike a note off
Broken trust or broken strings
Anything can get a new ring

Life ain’t easy
But no good thing comes easy
Time heals deep wounds
Just like Gold can heal a broken bowl

River Bank

I close my eyes and I see a river bank
I see myself standing right in the middle
Thinking about the green life bearing trees and starved wildlings on both sides

I see myself getting anxious over fishes I can’t fish
And stones I simply can’t help but to stumble upon
I forgot everything when I look over a radiant beam
But sudden surge in the river is bringing me back to the now

My legs start to tremble and confusion shadowing me
Should I stay or jump over to land on either of the sides
My eyes see no light, the radiant beam is moving out of my sight

I am holding on tight, I instructed myself
It is just a momentarily commotion and should not throw me off my game
It is just the moment I need to fight rather than the bodies around
I asked the wind to help me surf
For I have to march and not to stand still

The animals would leave me in peace and I would find greener trees
The radiant light would shine brilliantly again
And I would again be standing right in the middle of a river
Waiting for more wildlings, fishes, stones and sudden surge
To throw me off my perch and then to find a new perch to stand on again

Are We?

Are we settling down for the dust
when we can shoot for the stars

Are we compromising on who we are
by accepting each other for reasons we don’t know

Are we busy talking about random stupid things
rather than cooking up new ideas for a better tomorrow

Do we really need each other
or is it just an another spark among many other sparks

Are we settling down for the dust
when we can shoot for the stars


As the Emancipator hit my nerves with Evergreen
I knew that exact moment I found my cue
I wore my heart on my sleeve
For a stroll to found my peace

The breeze was just fine like an old wine
As my hands followed the ripple kindled by the heavy wind
My eyes saw a vision, an ecstasy

A yellow light spills down through the mighty tree
Shining up my path, adding to my unusual glee
While I reached out to put it in the pocket closer to my heart
My thoughts were already dancing under your spell, sweetheart

Soon men made armour caught my ears
Soothing me to come out from that mirage, the illusion
I marched forward to catch hold of my peace
And stopped only for a quick release

Quickly my thoughts took another turn
Pulling my legs to head them back home
Then suddenly the breeze softly whispered in my ears
Asking me, who are you?
I told her, you are crazy, my kind of crazy

After I stepped into my warmth
I prayed for stars to speak to you tonight in dreams
That too loud and clear to tell you
You are mine and only mine
And we shall dance soon under the moon in its full might


The Night Sky


The night sky waits for us to sleep
So that it can reminds us how beautiful we can dream
Don’t give it much thought and take a leap

Aren’t they waiting for me, too?
They know me quite well
I dream with them every now and then

But, why is the Sun furious?
Because during the day, I remain too curious

Our Armstrong

We are buried with worries
For treasure we need for our stories

Family is something we can’t choose
But can we choose people we need for our cruise

We settle for people we think we deserve
Are we right to compromise on our nerves

We fight for men and women we love
Then suddenly why we want to get rid of

We continue to dig more
Only to find ourselves on the floor

Surpisinly, we knew it all along
So, are we trying to discover our Armstrong

What is Hope?

When you are sitting on a piece of cardboard next to a small shop worker in a general compartment on a train and you have nothing on you to protect yourself from cold breeze in middle of a night and then that shop worker tells you his story. He tells you that he has a daughter and he and his wife work hard every day so that their daughter can become a doctor one day, that is hope.

When you tell others that it is going to be okay. Chase your dreams and work on it every single day, that is hope.

When you get out of your comfort zone and pick yourself up to cold call / email as many number of people as you can just to get a solid grip on your dreams, that is hope.

May be you have the best of intentions at heart for other people. May be you want them to be more realistic. May be they are not on a right path at the moment. May be they don’t have financial ability to back their dreams. Don’t ever tell them to give up. Hope is the only thing I, you and every one around us have. Connect people who are in need to your network. Help them get a clear sight of their path. And watch them over so that they can achieve their dreams.

Help is something that you tell a small shop worker in middle of a night sitting next to him in a general compartment on a train, that yes, your daughter is going to be a doctor one day and surely going to make you proud. Yes! that is hope.


Every night, when I take my last drag
I promise myself to open up more
To tell you that you mean a lot

Every night, when I open my playlist
It makes me wonder, why I behave so differently
Is it because, I have much to say but don’t think the time is right?

Every night, when a song hits me
I feel sad that I ignore you some days
Is it because of obsessive nights and hazy days?
May be, I am too worried with dreams

Every night, I wonder why we behave like kids
Some days we talk, laugh and play
And other days just fly away without a single word

Every night, I plan to wave a warm good morning
Waiting & waiting for the moment, but it never occurs
Apparently, Sun shines only after the sixteenth hour everyday

Every night, I feel our paths have crossed at the wrong hour
As you’ve only seen my bad and worst
And thus, you don’t appreciate me as much I like you to

I hope my obsession brings good times soon
And I can’t wait to share them with you

Every night, is a long night for quite a while now

P.S. Wasn’t hoping “Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors” to pop-up in my Spotify #DiscoverWeekly playlist 😛

The Man

Grounded as a rock
The man can’t walk

With sky open wide
The man is looking for a guide

Brain is throwing up many possibilities
The man is busy analyzing all probabilities

Heart seems to be closer to the dream
The man is looking to revive his esteem

Under dim lights penning down the promises
The man is doubting thomases

the man

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Big Brain and Little Heart

Unusual emotions were nonsensical yesterday
Ironically it makes a lot of sense today
It is funny, how growing changes you
The things you used to run away from, are the things you chase today
And its scary how everything contradicts the younger you as you become wiser

While your little heart still figuring out the source
Those unusual emotions run at godspeed inside your big brain
When you feel vulnerable in heat of the moment
You look for a warm handshake but sometimes all you get is the cold look

The year is full of vulnerabilities
With expressing louder as the only mojo
You want to let them know how important they are for you
But you can’t do much because days can tangle more

Sad part is that you don’t know where you stand
After all, working on extremes is not-so-good a way to live
It adds anger to your commotion
And bitterness to your thoughts and actions

Everyone wish they can have it all
But settling down for less is the need of this hour
If inextinguishable fire is burning in your big brain
All you need is sweet water for your little heart