Sad Souls

Stepping away from our realities

walking towards an untamed future

Looking at the stars, I am holding time for a while

Just to hold your hand for just a little while more

And I say to myself, a little more...

I saw....

Walking on the aisles of my thoughts,

I saw an oasis of sadness,

Collected over a short passage of time,

Delusions lying in emotions,

I saw ambition crumbling into tears,

What I knew in the past,

Was no more there,

I saw a struggling soul,

Trying to keep sanity and confusion together,

Making sense of all the desires,

While putting the shine on fate,

I saw a fading picture of body and mind,

Losing control,

Making it, the worst of time 

And the best of time,

Ghosts of the past and gods of the tomorrow,

Singing mute songs of sorrow,

Struggling to keep it together,

I saw words losing their meanings,

Conversing with thyself,

Confusion creeps into reasoning,

The struggle to make it right again,

The desire to own the world again,

The cry to be relevant again,

I saw life becoming lost again,

With reasons to smile,

In the suffocation of thoughts,

Limitations of time were reflected in each slipping moment,

I saw a crumbling spirit vanishing into time.

An unfinished dream

Yet again,

I find myself,

In the middles of an unfinished dream,

Where, I am chasing the future,

While the present is slipping away from my hands,

Yet again,

I find myself,

Looking for thyself, from my own eyes,

Missing the surroundings completely,

Passion, desire, ambition are calling me,

While love and virtue calms me down,

In the conflict of now and then,

I am splitting into known and the unknown,

Yet again,

I am struggling 

with myself,

I am confining myself to the limitations of my thoughts,

While my desire is disappearing into the unknown,

Yet again,

I am lost,

To be found, and lost again,

While, I remain loyal to my desire,

I pursue happiness of a new kind,

Creating a bridge between now and then,

I am asked to chose between here and there, 

Yet again,

Looking into the future,

The old smiles at the new,

Calling me an obsessive compulsive,

Flirting with the new,

I kindle my emotions for a mute passion, with a blind faith,

Yet again,

With a closed mind,

I wake up,

From my unfinished dream,

With a desire to sleep and dream again,

Of a different time, 

Of a different place,

With happiness around me,

Where compassion surrounds me,

Yet again,

I dream again!

Solitude!

A brief thought in time appeared,

Whispering a few names,

I wonder how and why they emerge,

As I am not part of anyone's dream,

Nor in the fantasies either,

Desire is not my destiny,

My reality is my truth,

And I feel assured,

As I am not even the desire of my present

Hopelessness surrounds me,

Like a blind child's dream,

With no wings to fly,

I want to jump of the cliff,

Just to fall and fail,

So somebody can hold me

And they will all scream again,

"You are unlovable"

"You will not be loved"

Cursed by all of them 

I forget,

they cursed me, one at a time,

To remain in solitude,

Without love and with no craving for it either,

I run towards myself,

Holding myself from disintegrating,

Into similar pieces of me,

In the shades of,

The past, present and the future

Now!

In the wind of time.

Surfing like a wave,

I am calling myself,

From the distant future,

Hello,

Don't stop now,

I am waiting for you,

In a place, where time and space do not exist,

Now is happening,

Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

A Mute Song of Happiness

In the suburbs of the heart,

Away from the graveyard of the past,

I walk through the memory lane,

Reaching to a place,

Where I can rest and gaze in the future,

Unfolding it in front of my eyes,

Moment to moment,

I become an audience to myself,

A spectator to my life,

Like an unfinished dream,

Crude and jarring,

Deep and calm,

Enigmatic and misunderstood,

Like a mute song of happiness.

Screams!

Diving into my ego,

I found the skeleton of my dreams, 

Wrapped up in lust,

Hidden behind petty desires,

I find solace in desolation,

What is left behind,

Are just ashes of time,

Scattered across my smile,

What is ahead, 

Holds the future from my sins,

My heart screams for help,

In the silence of my thoughts,

I praise the one I love,

And ask,

Let me go!, let me go!

Time Travel!

Confused and disgusted,

Noises in the front,

I sit deaf, dumb and blind,

Surrounded by,

People wearing masks of deceit,

Laughters by day, silence by night,

A show everyday,

A play each night,

Getting suffocated by the absence of emotions inside me,

The emptiness of the reality around me,

Why?

I ask, and my voice echoes from all sides,

Reminding me about,

Limitations of my thoughts, space and time,

Making me realise,

I am confined by my conscious,

Awakened by the coward inside me,

As time passes by in front of my eyes,

I become a witness to my theft,

Flying away in time, 

Leaving my place in a thought for the future.

Impostor

When the shadows start to haunt, 

And whispers become unbearable,

I hear the Impostor inside me,

Commanding me to listen, talk, cheat and lie to myself,

Deceiving from truth and reality,

Guilt, shame and mistrust become my virtue,

I convince myself, 

I am not helpless!

The future is there,

As a hope for tomorrow,

As I run away from darkness towards light,

I struggle to wake up from my reality,

Defying every god I have believed in,

Every moment I have cherished,

Shouting at myself in the loneliness around me,

Silence becomes, a luxury beyond me,
With a glow in my eyes and a smile on my face,

I wait for this moment to pass by,

Unnoticed and undetected.

Transition!

The future and the past came to see me today,
Mesmerized by tomorrow and influenced by my yesterday, I was skeptical of their interests in today,
They both had claims to my present,
Something which non of them have contributed to,
The past says that "you are here because of me!, the steps I have taken and I have been your guiding force to achieve your today",
The future says "I have always been your inspiration, how can you defy my right to today?"
In a confused state of present, I have to abandon my past while refusing the bounties of the future,
I am today, what I am!!

Fate by Choice or by Design

Can fate be by choice or is it the work of a designer?

We make the right choice to shape the future... Are we part of the design or the designer?

An Empty Room

My room is empty only filled with the memories of tomorrow 

confined by the limits of my thoughts, who is there?