20 September 2009

Not just a journey....



Excited to drop my pack at home
I took my berth, in a hope
that the journey ends soon
Behind a book, I saw a face
Acting oblivious to the obvious
I acted oblivous too
Soon with time, we obviated the obvious
Not recognising each other as strangers
The train, the door, the edge
Acting crazy, reacting hazy
Feeling cold, nothing to hold
Just a spark of warmth felt
enough to make me melt
I saw bubbles trapped in her heart
and a void in my heart to free those bubbles
A bubble freed in the Arabian sea,
with my hand in her hand in salsa pose
The bubble flew in the rhythm of my words
It flew as high as the lighthouse
as far as the sun
but as near as we were
The fall came, the bubbles bursted onto candy lips
under millions of stars
Shock and fear were all one emotion
Time changed its course
again and again and yet again
She asked for answers
I gave few forever questions
As the moments grew, times flew
It was my turn to be the sheep, I knew
Everything became a play
Actors assuming roles
Two people on the opposite poles
Holding each other yet
No matter what, the bond is unbreakable, I bet
Forgiveness and gratitute became the basis
Truly we showed our faces
Distance came, who was to blame?
No one, it's the nature's will
Connection exists and will always be
Playing on the strings of my heart's harp
A string breaks, I feel it
I hear it, I heal it
A hope to see those bubbles again
A prayer to free those bubbles again
A journey which started but never ended
A journey which was not just a journey

17 September 2009

Mysteries of life

I have an affinity towards the unknown, not for my curiosity but for the beauty of the unknown. I like forests because it’s a mystery from inside. I like mountains because I don’t know what is behind them. I like rivers because I don’t know where they go, what path they take. I like ocean because I don’t know what is under it. A face partially covered by a veil attracts me more than a girl’s naked body. A partially veiled face is more open to my imagination; it makes my imagination flow and attracts me. And what is left to imagine in a naked body? Absolutely nothing!

While someone is missing me badly and I, without a clue, unexpectedly wake up in the middle of the night to call her. Why does this happen?

While I am thinking about someone and that friend catches my eye in the middle of the crowd. Why does this happen?

If I genuinely desire something, I get that thing, sooner or later. Why does this happen?

I cry without a reason and then after sometime I come to know that she was also crying. Why does this happen?

Why does a face that I had never noticed, it suddenly started looking so beautiful?

Why was that song played in my neighborhood, the song I was just thinking of?

I don’t want the answers. I want few forever questions. I want to cherish the beauty of the mystery. There are mysteries of life which I respect and I don’t fish in to find the logic behind them. Life is never logical, man is never rational, then why should I search for a rationale behind the mysteries of life? Curiosity might have its own reasons for existing but beauty also has its own reasons for being appealing.