Makhtub, living life as it comes

Dirt, dirt and more dirt Filled in homes and in minds Dirt, dirt and more dirt Filled up in thoughts and in deeds Dirt, dirt and more dirt Shed from us and within, Dirt, dirt and more dirt Cleaned up it gets only when thought is stopped Dirt, dirt and more dirt The more it's cleaned the more its shed Dirt, dirt and more dirt Realizing it is but the only means Dirt, dirt and more dirt Layers and layers all but lay in wait for thoughts to subvert.  

Broken reed, broken backs and broken souls All that are broken were once whole Newer horizons await, for broken Is but a new beginning… Here, there, n o w h e r e or anywhere, Souls outlive your cloaks worn upon oneself Cloaks of flesh, mass and fatty nerves… What is left behind are but moments Moments, experienced in pain or pleasure.. Moments, not cloaks clothed in bones, The 'I' peeled away, far from within.. The 'I' pulled away, far without.. Saying is easier than done For 'I' is all but an illusion! Lives and moments, experienced all throughout Wear a smile on the cloak, nothing you do worthy to gloat. Content and withdrawn, life goes on, Break away the illusion & true life lives on..  

Moving cities and writing a story are very gut wrenching experiences. Ask anyone who is not young anymore!!!. Not to say that the nameless one was old, but the nameless one was not that young either. It was way past the ideal time to move from the comfort of home and the home city that loved and cared (still does) like a mother cradling its baby gorilla.  The nameless one packed away the bags and went about the way the road too along. Drama was a high fetched one, but it was there on the day home was left behind.. That is a different story now.. Moving back, the cities are just cities. Yet, one was home. Any positives and negatives were just a farfetched thought against home. Cricketing loyalties and companies were all due for only one city—Home. Then again the mind realised the value of families, friends and universality of human nature.. Indian nature to be more precise..  The journey began with the populist festival of Ganesha Chaturthi. The nameless one had...

A thought forsaken, Bent on living and smiling, Changes and thoughts living around, Draws but thoughts and parallels, Everyone and everything remains but constant, Forward does the mind think, lest remain stagnant, Grow and grow does the heart does Halting it is all but improbable I, me, myself are all that the mind concern about Just remains the emotion in constant Known are the I, yet unknown are universal love.. Love is not but limited Many are the thoughts that are heard and left out New and novel are all that one thinks off Of all that is old, a certain love remains Permeating souls, both living and eternal Questioning them are but a fools errand Raise above the ordinary they do Some understand, many interpret, To all they treat the same Universal, and universal it remains, Very many let go than understand it Working up the hearts of humans X-ray...

Verses-flowing threw time, Time and  again do they flow, In round globes and in infinite minds, Flow verses that grow beyond time. Verses, spoken by toddlers -enchanting, Verses, spoken by adolescents - interesting, Verses, spoken by teenagers- conflicting, Verses, spoken by adults- only verses. Verses, define not the age of the speaker, Verses, define not the wisdom of the speaker, Verses, define not the vices of the speaker, Verses, define not the emotion of the speaker Verses, Verses and more verses, All that is conveyed in verses - SILENCE