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Vacant

Lying vacant, in the corner of the room, Tears do roll out of my eyes, Some for pain, some out of happiness, Tears do roll out of my eyes, A hustling head, bustling thoughts For here today and gone tomorrow Questions of morality and Divinity All but stop at the door of humanity Lying vacant does the mind try to endure One moment here, the next somewhere else Filling down the endless chasms, Living it with no partner.. is it a crime! Once a branded, twice a branded, thrice branded Twice bitten and thrice shy, life has never forgiven. Love never forgotten, universal and unconditional Forever is a notion best forgotten

To young ones ...

Claw, crawl and scratch Toward something, anything Tomorrow is not that far away Today is not that far beyond CREATE, one moment for yourself , DISCOVER all there is to in its true wonder FAIL and learn more from the bruises and pain FALL IN, dive in, seep into your own barriers REALISE the one playing the game is you Rejoice the fact that you set the limit Remember, once is just one among the many infinites LIVING is not for tomorrow or day after's moments Is waiting a game of patience or of persistence Fun is what you share as unconditionally to all to be truly.. liberated

Oysters

Sunrise, did the yellow orb shine forth So did the thought of being something One skin prickled to activity One ran out for carpe diem Buckets of baggages, left behind Resolved and unresolved  Hidden away in clamshells Locked and forgotten for opportune times to come Work their will they do inspite of the clamshells Tears are shed in silent agony Decisions made in sanity and insanity Left to fend all across by ones fallacies Destined to keep the cycle running One day, one fine blessed day Sun did rise, the yellow orb in the sky The whispers died down The sound left the inner voice Epiphanies had in moments of extreme distress Demons in clamshells end up pearls in oysters

Thirty years hence

Thirty years hence, Tears stopped getting muffled A torrent of tears been shed Shredded the guts are to different corners Life did not catch up yet, memories did Taking a beating and bouncing back Time and Time again, Knowing life is not a play yard is just a pleasure Life did not catch up, understated memories did Tears flow unfiltered, than be kept away at Bay Wilful expectations crushed to powder Hope smashed beyond recognition Dreams smashed to dreary corners Will's broken than what would have been All is left is a shell of the mortal before Thirty years since, thirty years hence Life may or may not be around I may shed a thousand tears Be broken time and time again I may be mortal, yet I am I I shall persist, I shall persevere Broken I shall mould Torn I shall heal Will myself beyond normal For I may be known mortal My deeds, teary eyes or not, are and will be immortal

Little droplets

Little droplets of joy, Little droplets of ecstasy, The skies opened up to a life of opportunities Little droplets of joy, Little droplets of ecstasy, Washing away lives with stains of fear and disdain Little drops of joy, Little drops of ecstasy Reminding of the pain to process Reminder of the pain hung on to.. One moment to another Perspectives do change Happy to morose, the mind does ponder Living away from itself Living a far cry from itself Life is perceived but only on a mirror Seen from all but my own eyes The sky poured out in grief and relief, The drops beaming with what nature wanted me to be Shattered mirrors and shattered expectations Lessons were taught by the droplets Droplets of joy and ecstasy Shattered mirrors and unwanted expectations lay undone Life came pouring back in With a crinkle and a torrent, life ebbed and flowed A raging ocean, calm as it is, Tides were formed and turned Inspirations f

Clam up, tear up, live up..

Clam up, shut up never let anything out Clam up, beat up, never let anything in Clam up, clean up, never let everything in Clam up, clever up, never let anything out Tear up, shore up, always let emotions play in, Tear up, chin up, always let perspectives play out Tear up, cheer up, always let intutions play in Tear up, move up, always let gut feelings play out Live up, live out, always let life lessons play out Live up, live out, always let intrusions play out Live up, live out, always let belief play out Live up, live out, always let character's play in Clam up, tear up, live up Let anything and everything play in Let nothing in Clam up, tear up, live up..

Numerical raphsody

One tear Two tear Three tear Four.. Five tear, Six tear, Seven tear Eight Nine tier of thoughts and all changing faces Ten tears are all it took for all to deny classes One smile Two smile Three smile Four.. Five smile Six smile Seven smile Eight Nine times did the planets revolved Before the yearning to live evolved One thought Two thoughts Three thoughts Four.. Five thoughts Six thoughts Seven thoughts Eight Nine thoughts led the charge from the mind Blank Thoughts are all left in a place so bland One purpouse Two purse Three days Four.. Five events Six days Seven souls Eight Nine lives are just a game Ten thoughts are all left behind ..

One too many!?

One too many, lives are loved One too many, laughter restored In hindsight and in thought What comes forth is what has passed One moment to relish, the rest to live What are we trying to do! Live life or life through moments, A moment lost is one too many Enriching souls, enriching experiences, Captivating words are fleeting glimmers One balm applied on a thousand scars Is still better than wounding one too many Advantageous, capricious, fair weather's too many They too have boats to steady, Lives to love and hunger to feed Love or loathe them, they too are one too many, Gadget one, gadget two, none are absent One left in, other hibernating, all are but present Playing dishes where none exist, nothing confined Outlets to dimensions with no moderation, they too are one too many Languages, languages full up the books, Communication torn and brotherhood's shaken, Death do is part with no communication No, language left is but one too many.. One too many, o

Blank titles

A title left blank, A life blank and bland Where does it begin, where does it end All the plans are just waiting around the bend Hurts a statue being chiseled Living in pretenses of  marked individuals Seen around are lost souls in pathless discoveries One moment, there is light There is hope, there is truth There is joy, there is warmth There are moments, then there is a moment , There are fireflies, then there is a sun, Then there are adamant hobbies and insistent thoughts, Blank titles filled with insistent thoughts Bland lives filled with mindful and mindless actions Fighting that emotion of death and worse of all- love Pathless discoveries lead to fruitful realisations Turns emotions to battlescars and words to defences One day, this too shall pass to blank pretenses One blank slate to another, Rise and live For this too shall pass onto another blank history

DEATH

Death, you silly emotion Going across lives like a leaflet of a superstore Tearing up and tearing down lives all over Death, you silly emotion, Tearing lives and lives of all around A leaf just bloomed and left to wither away before time Death, you silly emotion Friendships and families, built with care and disdain Swept away in a moment is all left to it Death, you silly emotion Nothing simple of who you be Death, you be death and be dead...

With a smile

Started grinding, in the gym or on the track, with a smile One moment living, other contemplating, life moved along with a smile , Leg day, painful and painful, yet happy with a smile Existential moments and existing thoughts all there but living NOW with a smile Promotions and dejections, expectations and full on sh*t not given, with a smile, People's lives - a few at least are theirs to care and not mine to worry, with a smile, Who matter and are to care for, exceptional lives and unbelievable family are given unconditional love, with a smile, Velvety moments and fleeting emotions , one ping and all let gone, with a smile All moments began and ended.. oh who cares all I do is have a moments smile Stronger the force, more the giving souls there are, with a smile, One after the other, one may be it may not be, pain may relapse, but until then and always, living with a smile..

Leftover hearts

A sliver of my leftover heart Somewhere lost in translation Severed and succinctly destroyed How many times, I know not One many times did I play along for chances Longing and living , living and longing Every fibre pores through, for want of nothing , yet, One after the other the slivers are fade and rust to be born whole again 

A little jataka

A little something to say, a little something to do.. all there is is but a story to liven through. The tree of life swayed in all its glory. Time was still far far away to begin and the norse god's were yet to come back to its shade. A leaf, at the end of its journey in that form took flight. All it say we saw, all it heard we heard, for that leaf became history and it remained free of any bias as they were as it recorded things as they are. The breeze  blew , soft and gentle at times and stormy while another. Each time the breeze took the leaf to a new perspective to see and new circumstances to feel. The leaf settled on a piece of still water. Two microbes , more single cell were talking to eachother. For starters, the conversation was more of evolving into multi cell organisms than achieving greatness. While this happened all that was was just a constant hum of thoughts exchanged. While one kept constantly asking about how, when and where and the if and but flew faster than

Stammer

Stammers, one in anger To the simmering wasteful awakening Of joys and pleasures lost Of the rightful wrong and the wrongful wrong All one does is stammer and seethe through the same Stammers,  other choked in emotion Emotions found where one always finds them In the joy of being content In the joy of being oneself, All one does is stammer and emote through the same Stammers, one in joy Joys found in one and all souls Found in the gift of giving Lived in the joy of being All one does is stammer and be joyous through the same Stammers, other living just life One moment high, the other miserable All angers, joy and emotion manage to find reason But, living in the present asks for a reasoning All one does is what one always does , stammer through life... Exulting  and stammering may all look at life Tis in the stammering moments that life lived and passed

Gift

The gift that keeps giving One smile and one thought One hope and a hug You are the gift that keeps giving The moment life went on a change The moment life let out a battle cry The moment life changed its meaning Hearts went off, bodies went cross Yet hope remained where it was An angel with no expectations You are, a gift that keeps giving Happiness to share Sadness to share Moments may keep moving Hearts don’t swell beyond Beyond the boundaries of conventional Beyond doubt and fear You are the gift that keeps giving You are the angel with unconditional love You are the gift that keeps giving For you are a gift to yourself and to all and no one 

Alive again

I feel alive again, For everyday, From sunrise to the sunset, all life is abound Enriched and enraptured, in their own worlds themselves Everyone had a lesson to teach and a world to showcase Loving, caring and a whole lot more depth in themselves A moment of time, a smidge of a soul, Long moments of impactful silence and meaningful words I feel, I experience and I live Velvet sounds and soothing hearts Every moment and every life is nothing but ALIVE Alive, in form and in deed Gaining it's ground and it's ferocity Always rolling over and mulling one into introspection In moments of cheer, misery or in dejection New days and new thoughts, old selves and older should.. I feel alive.. again

One day

One day, is where it starts One day, is where it ends One day, is when it began One day, is when it would end One day, is where life started One day, is where it would end One day, an emotion is felt One day, is where they die out too One day, is when humans be humans One day, is when they turn on themselves One day, does one do soul searching One day, is when one realises oneself One day, is when one realises oneself One day, is when all things come to an end One day, is but a day and all lives manage to live along in a day

Of shadows and subtitles

No shadow, I had no shadow, One moment was a physical presence, the other a dream, Some moments were real, other too good to be, How, when and where did I become a nobody!! Always hungry, always buzzing, now empty than meaningful songs Days and in, days went out, all there was was no shadow Often times, did life pass moments into each other, Where did they start, where did they end, there was but no idea, Life brings loved along in silence, Among perceived subtitles and imagined perspectives, Many invalid thoughts ruminated on, on imagined shadows and subtitles, Each one leading away from living life as it were, Today or tomorrow, or any face of time Underlying fact does remain the same Running away from being myself is nigh impossible, New thoughts may come, and linger Subtitles and shadows will stay and GO Winds of change do always change, How lives and circumstances change indeed All I am is with no shadows or subtitles, This is all that there is, this is all tha

Numbered living

One day, woken up and stilled in thought Two thoughts came across as a wave Three stilled eyes saw through the bases of evolution, Four times did I hit my head to realize the fact Five fingers are not the same, neither is my personality Six times did the world g o around for me to realize, Seven deadly sins or seven thoughts of life are but fallacies Eight and it's multiples are where milestones were both supposed to be Nine is where I came to realize that, Ten or thought, all there are, are but thoughts of living driven in numbers

New thoughts

Best friends have best friends too Confidantes have secrets too One is all it takes For a number to be a stranger Strangers become friends Friends become confidantes One is all it takes A gentle ear and a kind heart to listen is all that happened One day here gone another All that matters is to stay content One moment to multiple thoughts One does what one does to remain relevant! For all that matters are just the thoughts Living and remaining content is the only want