Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Love ... the word....

Love is the term ,so ruthlessly misused.
longing for it; you say it every time.
even when you don't mean it
you recount,its worth a dime.

you cant get the feelings , you may get the word.
and if the word works for you
wait for sometime
till its thrown, and not frugally blurt.


i wish i had a better word.
May be just the synonym
but yet a better word
just the same feeling
but i want a better word
to prove the veracity,
i need a better word.

it has its own place,
at least thats all i wished for.
but in a volley ,its thrown all back and forth,
I long for a better word.

if i wish i could not use it,
has lost all its essence.
Its monotonous , its the same .
fake , in its true sense.

If there is something like "Love"
well tom cruise did jump on couch.
then probably its just the feeling;
but dilutes ,when you say "the word" to vouch.


Monday, June 28, 2010

forever young

Some times the thought , i will be 24
hold me back, pulls me in .. drives me into to the retrospective
as if this force can reduce it to 21 again,
i bear the brunt and try and relish the feeling.
it was then when i was young , even though i am at this precipice now,
i used to think how old these women are,
but somehow as my age is growing , i feel i am same as young.
i doubt my thoughts of then and now,
i see my self like this and ask how,
mistaken i was to think them so old,when i am as young as i am told .
though its childhood sunken expectation
that sees in me someone that i am as yet not one.
but no matter what it takes the thought does take,
the courage to say i am forever young.

i am despising the ticking clock,
and hating the changing calender.
i wish i had the disease that makes me grow younger as i grow old.
i hate women who are older but look younger ,
and do anything that would make this increase flounder.
i wish i could raze all the yardsticks that could prove my nascence.
and get back to where i want to start again the raisins and crayons opalescence.

Is there by anyway i could be an adult and play like the child does,
but this time i would value the Barbie doll.
I would color the drawing book, with more intricacy.
i know i would be better now, as i am not a child anymore.
but want to compensate for all that i missed back then.
and grow up a different way.

The child in me is always awake and playing,
i don't have to prove that.
probably that child saves my grace off goes my age.
I wish that child doesn't get scared of the increasing numbers and growing rage!


Sunday, June 13, 2010

Incessant in Anticipation

Can courage be spasmodic?
its whole sum at one hour and in the other i realize i daunt.
the feeling of both is special, one makes me fetter and the other makes my flaunt.
I hope we call this courage , i chose to believe i am playing hide and seek .
and in the odd number of turns i take , categorically dauntless i shall peep.

surreptitiously mine

how can you not be worried.
how can you just go with the flow.
when i am same specie , and my mind goes to and fro.
how can you be so certain , and yet say -no one knows the unknown .
covert are the paths ahead , i plan and yet i m scared.
is chilling ??the candle that burns up the darkness of the tunnel .
or am i closing my eyes , in anticipation of something chimerical.
you may be glibly secure,
i am besieged as my fears immure.
time is you biggest friend, and it ,hates me.
the clock ticks faster when everyone is asleep , i am up thats all it see's.
hapless i wouldn't take , as i have the magic wand.
i know i can create bridge to citadel .
but without orchestration i wouldn't move a cell.
i cant be frivolous, even though i see it works.
I HAVE MY WAYS..... but i am proud of them only in excepts.


annals..

where did i go wrong . i have no time to think .one after another i have task to complete.
i dont which one i did correctly and i dont which i am going to finish with errors , i am always seeing the end result . who is where . and where is who!i only know i have to take the next step. i hope this turns into gold.
i am positive atleast i am not looking back. there is no harm in looking at the end result. but i am not looking back.
I feel young and i am starting :O)
i am a child and i m growing.
I shall as i am take the next step and forget about the rest of the dawdling steps i have taken .
i have strength to fight and courage to take big leap.
but still have no time to think where did i go wrong , if atall i am .

Where mind is without fear ... where fetters are broken .....and my insolence is revered . You are welcome !!!