E"art"hy - everything positive

Just like the moon-Yes like the moon You have traveled a lot of phases You have changed so many faces Traveled so long- that it has already been noon Before the darkness dawns in-lets sit a while- just a while! Lets take a stroll back those phases Does that hurt? In a minutes journey - you might be smiling too In a while your emotional fountain might just burst Hold on to it baby! Dont drop those precious pearls. Boring- aint it,it made you sad. You want to re-lieve few of those moments again You want to rectify all the mistakes u did Alas! all gone. You are the hero - You are the Villain Of your own knitted story. The story so far is well knit. However, it might not be that neat. The story at times is dark and not well lit. Life doesnt come with the delete button Doesnt give us the erase option. The masks we wore sometimes were so wrong The ideas we created and passed were so not true. Hold on to your emotional fountain baby! I know  - it lacks the pus...

Amidst the running through the neatly webbed hurdles I found a beautiful smile at each tiring step I took Indeed that smile was so warm that , I don't even remember how I jumped off those stumbling hurdles Yes smiling faces those are Beautiful people they are and indebted I am No one has an easy life- neither was mine I am yet to climb the entire rope But the journey so far was tiring but fine Its these people who came in as the ray of hope. Not all of them have I met Some are  virtual and a few  are dead :( Their hair brushed my hair  and guided me unknowingly when I was young Yet, their goodness stills smells fresh in my life I don't know should I be just happy Or, shall I just carry this gratitude in my heart All I want to do- is reflect back all the goodness I already had Giving it back - ain't that bad Praising someone's goodness Participating in someone's madness. Let the bottle of happiness and smile open, Let the laughter ec...

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...