Wake up...

Free from the cobwebs of melancholic life
Dreaming my days in prairie and nights in prom,
I woke up rejuvinated one fine morning
Feeling how big and beautiful life is.
It was then that i realized,
My hands had shot up as if a nemesis
And it's time to leave my dishevelled bed!

Shadows drown our empty hearts
As love is fading in the darkest corners.
All that we are, we aren't saying
And, all the things we care ends in 'me'.
Humming the old tunes of misery and hapless genre,
We seek solace and sympathy.
Tearing our clothes apart and honking on the roof
We condemn Past and justify Redemption.
But...
What about NOW?
What about this very moment of truth?
Is there nothing you can do,
To change?
To craft destiny?
To damn the wisdom in you and do the new?
To love?
Just for once, now....

Come again, did you tell me the story?
The story of the unknown, the ideal, the impossible?
Can't we live our stories right here today?
See, the rains pour over your souls,
As you are washed away of your deepest secrets,
And your're drenched in the wettest of ascetism.
So, just clutch those fingers
And let go of all your egoism
For the joyride of Resuscitation, Realization and Rejuvination.
Just go and paint the towns in your colours!

So wake me up when spring comes...
When the heart is back in place,
When logic is drowned in the rivulet of emotions,
When everything we do is not for a reason,
When it wouldn't take a trumpet
To stir us from our places,
And when all this doesn't seem an obnoxious nonsense!

one day...

there is just so many things around to write. the ubiquitous presence of someone invisible, the hearty feelings, the warm effervensence of the perfume, the longing feeling of love-in-making....love has always been around. my reflection follow me, just me and my shadow. life is a short, messy thing and noone comes out alive. everyone drowns in the yearning feeling of love and till the day the belief wets you, you are very much alive. people lose and cry for the things they have lost and wisdom and you part ways for the darkish dawn. but trust me, one day will come...one day will come....

one day we will throw the umbrella and dance in the rain till we are drenched in friendship. one day we will meet in the spring of fortune and fate, one day we will fulfill all our desires to usher love. one day there would be a reason to sing again and then call out your name just for the fun of it. one day i will not sleep looking at your beautiful eyes fidgeting in the unknown dreams. one day you will realize that afterall the end of the world lies in your friends and you will repent for what you have done. those memories will make you yearn for more and the symphony of heart will fall in tune with realities of life. you will not believe how beautiful life is and all you have done is tie and untie the thin threads of realtionship. i sometimes wish life was like photoshop where i can cut, copy, paste, edit and color every single flashes of memories as i wish. the unpresidented forces of a divided world would always haunt us but am i the only one to feel that the series of events is brazenly wrong? some ugly spirits, some misunderstandings, soem ego and some stubbornness is all it takes...

a million shrouds or an invisibility cloak will take you nowhere other than an illusionary world where you feel noone can see you the way you are...naked shadows will reveal the brightness and darkness in you! love or hate it, everybody will see the jewel in you. so just forget about the shrouds and cloaks n remember noone s so great as to be able to spoil your mood. close your eyes, see the flash of light far ahead and try to imagine how many miles you have got to go to reach there. under the velvet sky are some special hands just for you and all almighty wants is for you to stretch your hand to those and never let go. cuz it takes just a moment for those hands to disappear in the dim light and you will be alone again. we choose our destiny.

when the lights go fading i am here for you. when there is no1 you can fall back upon i am here for you. when life looks an ugly mess and you feel the things in the vicinity fights you i am here for you. when the yells and fingers faze your spirit i am here for you. i am here for you...