Our Freedom

We fall down
So that we rise higher.
From the dark pits
of shallowed thinking,
and unreal mediocrity.

We get bruised,
so that we heal.
From the abuses,
And biased views
of immature minds.

Hurdles wouldn't matter eventually
Neither the ones who placed them,
for we carry in our hearts
The light that'd shine bright.
For we carry in our eyes
The hope that'd last forever.
For we live the tide
That'd make us feel free.

Flying away from the cocoon,
flapping the colorful wings
Trying to reach a place so far
Where our heart truly sings

The Unknown

Another day has passed,
another challenge met.
Tired, I lie down to think.
There were too many targets to set.
Mind abuzz with random thoughts
And heart filled with uneasiness.
Nothing feels the same as before
Everything's a void, full of darkness.
I felt I was alive.
But so realized it was a mirage.
I felt my mind was calm,
But its hit with thoughts' barrage.
The conflict rages on
As the night passes and dawn breaks,
There is still hope.
A small hope in my heart
That to me, my calmness returns

I Am Here

I am here
Walking down the road
The road with end in sight
But the one I don't see.
I am here
Looking at a bird
A bird that is singing
But the song I can't hear.
Dream is the place I want to love
Live forever.
Where nothing is heard
I am not seen.
I am here
Walking down the road
With an end in sight
The one I can now see
I wish I go down further.
But not today
I will tread down that road
Some day.
With a song on my lips
And a lady on my arm.
The end won't be seen
Till then, I know
As some things seem different
when seen, with someone special.
Walking by your side.

I walk alone

I walk alone
gazing at the bustling mob,
Wanting to be a part of it,
But I can't be loud.
I walk alone,
Feeling the chilly breeze.
Yearning to blow like it.
But I can't flow with ease.
I walk alone,
Talking within me.
Wanting to talk to others,
But another heartbreak
I can't see...

Voice

A voice I used to hear,
Soft, yet assuring.
It never made me feel alone
Walking with me, talking to me.
Making me stay stronger, livelier.
A voice I used to hear.
Strong, yet soothing.
Scolding me for going down the path
Holding my hand firm, yet soft.
A voice I used to hear,
Calming and soothing.
Talking to me,
When my heart ached.
But I don't hear that voice any more.
I cringe and cry,
Begging it to come back.
But my voice is lost,
And so has my direction.
I feel like an arrow without a mark,
An albatross without a destination.
Flying in empty space.
But there is a silent confidence,
That once I hear the voice again,
The arrow will hit its mark
And the albatross will reach its destination

Feather Light

DAY-3:

There  are few moments in everyone's lives where we feel ENOUGH, where we feel that we need a break. A break from the daily routine, same people and a break from life in general. Such emotions crossed me as well. This poem is written when in such moods.

Whenever I used to lie down,

Thinking to myself.

With nothing for company

but the chirping crickets

and the howling dogs.

Eyes open, but seeing nothing.

Doing nothing, but wishing.

Wishing that I could be something,

something other than me.

May be for a brief period of time.

Wishing that I was a feather.

Ever so light, flying

getting caught in a blast of air.

But still floating away in peace.

I wish I could be that.

Floating away from everything

Surrounding me;good and bad.

Floating over my dear ones,

to see if they miss me,

or if they even care.

Floating over the murmurs,

often targeting me.

Invisible, untraceable.

Wish I was a feather,

floating away from plastic.

Emotions and people.

Wish I was a feather.

Ever so light, flying always.

Getting caught in a blast of air

but still floating away in peace

Love?

He walked towards her,
Silently, never letting go
Through his piercing gaze.
Trying to find something
In her, that was his.
Searching for that heartbeat.
If it still beat for him.
He found her insides empty
No heartbeats, no thoughts.
He rubbed his eyes,
Clearing the pearldrops
That blurred his vision.
He tried again.
To find something in her
That was his.
He saw it this time.
A silhouette of a woman
Bending over a man.
A man he recognized,
A man he knew so well.
A man, that was him.
Lying lifeless on a cold floor.
But not as cold as the heart
That put a dagger in his.
Twisting and turning the knife,
Till her eyes saw
The last gasp leaving him.
She stood up smiling
Looking down at another prey
Leaving others a lesson.
A lesson of heartbreak
A lesson of love.
A lesson of life..

The Final Push

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you.

Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you.

And without feet, I can make my way to you,

without a mouth, I can swear your name.

Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you

with my heart, as with my hand,

Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat.

And if you consume my brain with fire,

I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood