Those are my trips...

When I was away, yet here.
My body, mind and soul scattered around the world.
I was listening, or maybe not.
The conversations went on with my hmmms
I was somewhere, yet nowhere in particular

The mind flaps her wings and takes me away.
Being there at two places at the same time,
Those are my trips ...

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...

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…