That's when we were free...

When we laughed without a care in the world, 
Our masks let gone of; 
All our fears vanished into the thin air.
That's when we actually met, 
That's when we were free...

The Young & The Wild...

You wander like a nomad in your youth. You follow the wind, see seasons change...
And then, marvel at nature's secrets.
They tell you to stick to the lines,
But you're quite the mischievous hopper, aren't you?

With the heart of a wild child,
You laugh at all those falls.
Even with the pain, you muster up some courage.

Perhaps, the boundaries are meant to protect
But the world beyond fascinates you...

You create your own directions, The walls can't hold you back.

Hope surprises you.

Hope is like a solitary leaf dancing with the wind,
Flying freely and carelessly...
Sometimes, you're almost certain that she'll fall flat on her face..
And that's when she surprises you.

Sometimes, I wonder...

Woke up to the call of a dull afternoon,

An afternoon in the plains,

While, my heart yearned for the hills

As I looked outside my window,

A tender fall of a raindrop catches my eye.

Like a scene from a half dreamt dream;

Like a poem in the making,

It speaks…

With a still gaze, I try to soak it all in

The assortment of greens, reds and pinks in my garden,

A solitary white flower blooming in the wind,

Birds chirping one at a time, occasionally joining into a duet

The fading in and out sound of a hovering airplane,

Adding that tint of urban culture to this isolated fancy world of mine…

This single moment,

A union of so many voices;

The coming together of so many stories...

Yes, this ordinary life.

A coexistence of worlds that run in parallel

With or without, our knowing

Sometimes, I wonder…

Don’t you wonder too?

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Bird on a wire

Bird on a wire 
So trapped, yet, set free
Look upon the trails of the clouds and hear the sky speak.
Is it a sign or a story?
Rest the hero for the day,
And just be the spectator today...

A thousand ships sailed...

One knock of hope on thy doors,
And a thousand ships sailed..
They know not the tricks of the ocean,
But there was a brave rhythm in their togetherness...

People in phases...

People in phases,

People in situations,

Caught like stars in a galaxy

Who stays a stranger?

Who remains a friend?

Walking on dotted lines, making time seem fine

A twirl of events;

A slow dance of souls

We cross paths, our journeys too long

Seeking connections, sometimes not…

Things happen, sometimes not…

Held by a string of thoughts

Bound by none but time

Each connection, an unexpected reason

Our hearts find home,

The smiles seem known.

No matter how short, how deep

Connections, these are

Let it be, as they are...

For we, are people in phases

Phasing in, phasing out

Making moments shine out of dust

Writing stories etched in our hearts

Prone to wins & losses

Still looking, while the universe is at play

‘Something is out there’, they say.

Strangely, we know…