E"art"hy - everything positive

My bucket list - since last 27 years just sat idle- adding wishes While I thought - all my wishes were abstractly absurd, While I planned to just close the lid of it and start afresh. The bucket tipped and tossed and hushhh all the wishes flew. I was happy that- I didn't have to be guilty for not accepting them as mine. Then a turn, as if I was walking towards myself in a dream A dream so real, where life which looked like a fake story book now A weird turn - a not calculated or thought I clinger around All changed, as if it was that easy Hard to believe cause Life never seemed so easy Lucrative very it was - the more cautiously I set for it The more beautiful and soothing this has been. Not all was great or mind blowing But indeed worth the entire beautiful journey I am set for I am anxious to a point that i don't generally admit its nice What if the feeling jinxes it What if it turns into the worst nightmare ever Being the positive clum...

Toothless smiles of the young and the old.. Its true happiness... The tired waiting eyes of the infant and the grannies.. are the most sincere waits... All the rest is a phase where the feelings lapse so quickly.. Why? We are out of time..running with the insane crowd. Where and for what? Fame fortune and attention.. By the time the cycle ends.. Realisation is helpless!! Wrekless attitude- judjing others Struggling to move up the ladder - To enjoy the free fall 😊 Many give away in the middle Many make it upto the top In the entire journey - I feel each one of is so confused! Its so easy to advocate or advice others Its so tuff to deal with "my stuff" - my feelings.. my happiness A hope of some miracle which would overshadow the messy mess Whats happiness Fame fortune and glitters!! I find even memories start rotting with time. People change with time and mob Needs change! Demands change! Responses change!!! A simple yet confused heart still figh...

Life is always a strange journey A mixed bag of emotions... Although at the end it all seems beautiful And the most beauties are a bunchof- small beautiful nothings... A smile from a stranger - beautifully nothing A true hug from a friend - beautifully nothing The sound of nature - beautifully nothing The smell of each changing season - beautifully nothing The chirpings of the sparrows - beautifully nothing The colours of spring - beautifully nothing A babys trust - beautifully nothing A childs quest cor knowledge - beautifully  nothing Two strangers entagled with no bind but love - beautifully nothing Teachings and teachers all around - beautifully nothing. The pain and happiness of birth -beautifully nothing The ever evolving nature - beautifully nothing A fathers untold sacrfice - beautifully nothing A moms limitless love - beautifully nothing The peace in the oldies heart - beautifully nothing The faith in myths of mythologies - beautifully nothing. ...

Many injuries are gone unseen Many injuries are unhealed What remains is the scar The injury might heal with time' The once which could be seen - At times the seen scars gains sympathy too The unseen ones suffer alone No sound made- no empathy gained No one to heal no one to feel It carries itself all alone All by itself- all by its own. One day it cries all by its own Second day it fights the world with a smile Third day it dries dries and dries But that mark that mark of remembrance- remains Each time you see- you relive the incident of the scar.. I wish the scars the unseen scars could be healed too I wish someone would take some time Some time to see the unseen injuries Sometime to feel and care for the scar The fact is these are unseen injuries- - so no one cares - so no bothers Let it go- you take care of yourself No one is bothered of your soul your unseen injuries What it matters is you are there for them.... they have atleast you.. Whereas ...

Trusting you more then I trust myself... Caring for you more then I care for myself or anyone Defending you even when I know things were not defensible Stumbled with you for every step- I wasn't aware of  what and why were those steps taken-still stood by Someone said it correctly - The one you love the most-hurts you the most While I scribble this -I know its vice versa If and while I crib about me being hurt I know I had been the reason of ur sadness Is this what the soul of love is Is this where we still hold on to faith- That the storm will pass- and we will still stand as one Trust faith care and standing by you Churning them together what did we get? Somewhere we started as strangers- Are we again reversing back the journey- To stay together as strangers forever and ever Does this suffices love- A few moment of laughter a few clicked good moments The rest is a phase where we struggle to understand Understand ourselves- our motives - our needs. It is sen...

Writing it down..Erasing it Speaking it aloud With a fit realising was that required Sometimes the most known faces- Becomes the most unknown people At times the most understanding fact Turns to be the most not realised feeling Nothing and noone knows it better then the inner self For me its unexplainable No tears can wipe it off No smile can hide it better No trust can build it stronger No relation would carry it further It started with a small flickering trigger somewhere in my mind It will end in the small corner of my hear with changing something bigger Trademark- following the heart But I know the fact that it leads no where As it dreams of rationally impossible facts Sitting in a cosy corner of a room with me and my world at times would answer all that I feel While behaving just like one crazy of a creature defines me the best Variety thats me - I guess Solitude versus company Company  versus Honesty versus Faith All these virtual words are so self c...

A dwindling mind - Thousand questions with thousand and one probable answers, Although they have no motives or purpose Scribbled thoughts, unfinished conversation Unwanted confessions that too a stranger It was as easy as ................ She stood strong - with all wrapped feelings She studied the behaviour She observed the smoke in the room Yet a secured sense thrived her mind She spoke like a celebrated champagne just opened The listener was all but patient Although she believed all...... yet she questioned all Tried to scrutinise minute details stranger strange to all remained himself Stripping all the doubts and fears All she did was accepted it to be this way The dwindling mind is still dwindling.. Yes now with some more thousand questions This time this questions had motives and purposes to serve She felt light and younger with burden of a purpose called love She felt to turn the earth round - just to make it picture perfect She was the thirst quenched in ...