Me and my thoughts

• The incompetence of the world many a times baffles me..it shows the striking simile between me and the world.
  

• What we see today may not be tomorrow..but if we see it today, we must see it in its complete form.
  

• The rain will keep pouring on the barren land. It will keep lashing on the window sills. It will keep bringing smiles on many faces. It will keep hiding the tears from the valleys and hills.
  

• The wind blows today with an unusual bounce in her ramble. She whispers her laughter into the tears of passers by. She dances along with the nodding blooms and flowing waters. She says 'why fear?' 'just break free and reach the sky.'

• Life is but mere perception... And I see dead people.

• What was and what will be are not part of our speculation. But, what IS, is definitely part of our actions.

• I can be dumb, but on all other ocassions, I prefer being myself and not you.

• Reading minds isn't exactly an easy job... The characters are in Braille and I am not blind.

• The weather is cold. And I'm dripping wet. I need you to hold me in your arms, And provide the warmth of your breath.

• Love is not in the amount of lengthy conversations you have; rather, it is in the amount of things that go unsaid and yet, understood.

THE ROOM

There is a small dark room,
Though provided with windows and doors,
It lies as dark as the night
Not a shadow on the dusty floors


A girl sits inside the room
Her feelings deep into the dark
Just as the surrounding environment
Reluctant to erase the lethal mark


Then one day, a window sees light
The pale golden sunrise on it's panes
And the girl awakes from her slumber
Seeing a new spring after heavy rains


The gold sweeps through her feet,
Her face and her hair,
Then falls upon a mirror
Reflecting an unfamiliar stare


But the gold also disperses
Upon the canvasses of her life
Showing her the masterpieces
Once created by her own smiles


And the girl rises from the floor,
Opens the windows and doors.
Now the same dark room
Appears as a basking golden shore

The leaf

Roll over, roll over, roll over,O ye leaf

You can't be green forever.

Fly away, fly away, fly away in the breeze

If you can't keep clinging together.

Look below, upon the grass blades

You can't shout while you fall

lest the blades get disturbed

from their dreamy pause.

Lie quiet and still on the ground in the dark

Shimmer with a share of dew at dawn

help an insignificant life cross the pond

If other leaves smirk, let them scorn.

You now lie apart from them

They, who were so indifferent

You now lie free and in peace

From the insensitive mortal acquaintance.

May you enjoy the company of your solitude

And some golden splashes of the past

May you have no desires, no gratitude

But just a content silence to last.

Reaching the plains

There was the usual chill in the air that day, but it was also accompanied by a friendly warmth.

A tourist travelling through the hills and valleys once exclaimed in a shocked voice,"It seems I've finally reached the plains!" A fellow tourist asked how was the journey so far and he replied,

"I had started right from the deepest valley. After much climbing, I reached the mountain top. But as I was descending, there was a bridge right in between, connecting the descend of the mountain to this plain, avoiding the underlying deep valley. I took the bridge, but I don't know how it came there."

"Maybe someone built this bridge so that other travellers don't drop down the deep valley in which he fell."