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


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

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.