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

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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

Cue

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

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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

Catch-22

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 😛

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

The Lady in Pink

I fondly remember the day, I saw mom in her full strength. She wore a light pink gown like attire that morning. I was young but I could feel that she believes that the world is up for grabs. I was happiest that day. I felt most secured that day. And I felt most home that day. She hasn’t been at utmost comfort for the last year or so. She went through paralysis due to blood clotting in her brain in Jan’14. The fact that I wasn’t there for her when she was going through an operation makes me feel sad and bad about it. Her condition has improved but being a heart patient makes things more difficult for her. Lately, I am seeing her loosing her belief in life. Watching her struggle for a normal breathe every day is painful and heartbreaking. I wish I could tell her, you will be fine “one day”, but deep down I don’t know what our future is going to uncover.

For the last few days, my imagination is giving me hope. It is boiling up an event which I pray is true one fine day. And I want to live long enough to write a testimony to the blissful evening when I will see my imagination turns into a reality. Here is my sketch –

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A winter day about to hit dawn
With sun closing its eyes and lightning up the moon
Birds flying back to their nests, feeding their babies and chirping
And a slow musical breeze adding a plethora of lightness to everyone’s mood

Mothers and dads enjoying a light procrastination with their buddies
And at the same time watchfully looking over their children’s play
Old men and women sitting on lawns in circles with shawls and scarves
Feeling proud discussing their grandchildren’s success stories
And confident over their political and family views

Suddenly a loud whistle flipped my attention towards a warm house
A lady wearing a pink attire is cooking healthy meal for her family
She is lean with long black and brown hair and soft angled eyebrows
Washing dishes inch by inch and then moving sideways to ignite a stove
She turns back to my eyesight and peeks through her kitchen window
I think she is looking for her husband and is now relaxed
For she has found him talking to their friendly neighbor near a swing

Then she lifts her head smiling and waving her hands
As if she is asking me to run and come fast
I was confused because it was just me and my imagination
Suddenly my soul feels heavy as I watch a young boy going past me
As the moment unfolds, my eyes become heavier

He waves back at the lady, asking her to open door for him
She asks her younger son to open up the door for his brother
But he was busy contemplating at his childhood heroes
Seeing that she leaves the kitchen to go to the front door
Frustratedly looking at her younger child but smiling at the young boy
After helping him to washroom, she looks back at me
This time with a lot of hopes and proudness
Giving me chills of courage and self belief

This very moment, she was the most beautiful
This very moment, she was the most strong
And this very moment, she was the most confident

I wish I could experience this profound moment one fine day
But this time in reality not in a figment of my imagination and past memory
And this time, smiling and waving at a young man not a young boy
And I can tell you that I will be the happiest when it happens

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Image: Art by Giovanni Boldini

I end my post with a good piece of music for your ears – Loud Places

P.S. I dedicate this blog post to mom.

Bad Blood

A ray of blood dripping off your forehead
Gliding over your skin, cautiously passing by your hairline
Showing its edges and curves like a vibrant woman

Now it is touching your silky eyebrow hair
Its soft wet touch refreshes you the way your sweat stimulates you when it meets a sudden rush of air

As the pathless ray of blood moves on, it touches your eyelid
It makes you itch and you close your eyes to make it go away
After you open your itched eyes, what do you see?
Do you see world blooded in red by ruthless killings?
Do you feel hate towards psychopaths and killers or do you empathize with them?
What do you feel, tell me please!

The ray of blood now reaches the right side of your nostrils
And a sudden unwanted aroma numb your brain nerves
Does it smell foul?
What do you smell, tell me please!

Now the ray of blood undesirably takes two different paths
One scratches the right side of your lips, tempting you to taste it
You let your hungry tongue romanticize with the gutted blood
How does it taste? Do you feel like having more of it?
What do you want, tell me please!

The other divided part takes a diagonal cross
And glides past your chin
Is it giving you creeps, goosebumps?

It goes on a roller coaster ride, through your neck
It starts to move slowly for an unknown reason
And finally reaches its destination, that is, your heart

Does it feel bad? Or is the blood bad?
What is your heart telling you at this moment?
Please open up and tell the world
Our ears are open, and we are listening closely

“Warui Chi”

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