Showing posts with label connections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label connections. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

An Avatar of me...




I touch, I feel...
I'm in this constant search for adventure
Sometimes, I ride high on the crests
The adrenaline rushing through my nerves, fueling my soul

Sometimes, I'm stuck somewhere in between dreams & reality,
Waiting for that perfect rendezvous of the heart and the mind
That one place, wanderers can't find...

Tossing and turning in my bed all night,
I find myself awake in someone else's dream
Whose are these dreams?
Where do they come from?

Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I gaze through the sepia toned visions
It's dark everywhere but the Moon is watching over me.
She glides through the clouds,
Giggling like a frivolous young girl...

Perhaps, it's not her but me
She reminds me of my wild side
It's there & it's here to stay.
The sky stands still like a mirror
He holds an avatar of the woman I must become.

It's a dangerous road to get there
I've to risk everything that I ever was...
Call the bluffs before they're played
Yet wear my heart on my sleeves.

But most of all, I need to pick my road
And escape from this stranger's dream...

Oh dreams! you tricky dreams...
I can't find my way out.

I'll wait for the clouds to clear
My heart beats in anticipation for surprises...
November is here....
I think, the dawn is near.

Friday, April 4, 2014

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…