Solo Song!

You think This is permanent?

Wait before it disappears into thin air.

Time has magic

It defeats people.

You think forever looks bright?

People walk together, 

Kiss the horizon

And they set. 

Deep under the sea

Never to be found again. 

A new day sets in,

But doesn't the sun set again?

Think twice.

Is This permanent?

Yes.

Couldn't it be if This is You?

Who is with you while watching the sun set?

Who is with you while stargazing ?

Who is with your heart constantly nudging your head?

Who is with you while daydreaming?

Who is with you while making that one plan workout?

Who is with you at every new year's resolution?

Who is with you while scribbling your checklist? 

Who is with you to stand up stronger?

Who is with you while writing about this mysterious This?

Who is with you while reading about This?

For once and all, vacuum the temporariness around you.

Make This about You.

Think twice.

Does forever look bright?

Yes!

Because it holds This permanence.

YOU.

About You.

I dropped a pebble

In the well,

Where it witnessed

The brisk fall against the rubble.

Deep down the darkness

I heard a thud,

Hitting the unforeseen puddle,

Making stronger the belief

That you create ripples.

However wretched things around you get,

However much the green gets decayed,

However hard you stumble on way,

However bad your goodness gets slayed,

Make the You stay.

Just like dew on leaves high up in the air

Or grasses down under the sun's stare

Never depart from the beauty's flare

Indifferent to the world's snare

Make the You glare!

Make the You outrageously glare!

Rush!

How the winds roar

On days sore,

And clouds explode

To unravel the earth's ode,

And waves blend

With the morning sand.

Nothing like the same fable

Never more inexplicable,

That Rush in veins sweet

Every time those eyes meet.

Conflict of Love.

Yes?  No!

Right?  Left! 

Walk away?  Wait! 

Overshadowed by your spell,

Awestruck,  stood amazed, 

My perturbed sweet rebel. 

Before my conscience  bragged,

Of its undefeated echo of bell. 

Till you caught it off guard, 

For this second. 

Call for truce?  Fire ablaze! 

Let the conflict of love prevail!

PS: To food. 

The Little Kid

My thoughts saliently following,

The gentleness of the breeze

Under the sun's setting rays,

The clouds gimmicked.

My little feet unaware but embracive,

Toddled through the patches

Of the red stretch of Gulmohar leaves,

Veiling the earthly temporariness.

Owing to the majestic hues,

My twinkling eyes wandered

And stared at the exuberant sky.

Juggling with the celestial mights,

Struck the rain thunder

Drenching life with happiness, 

Emulating The Little Kid in me!

Falling In Love Again

Steering through the city lights,

Rejoicing the unknown

The frivolous hearts prance

In the befitting silence of the stars.

The travellers' eyes wander

Piercing through the roads twirling wider

Un-blinked they stare 

At the the canopy of trees

Answering the unending curiosity.  

Hours on the four wheels

Like fleeting seconds on reel

Until the blanket of air

Turned unprecedentedly surreal.

Every sense vying for their perceptions

Defeated by the lush green hills

Rain droplets empowering the freshness

Of soil, berries and plums! 

Did your soul ever

Get conquered by the magnificence of oblivion? 

Did your ears ever 

Listen to the loud trinkets of silence?

Did your eyes ever

Capture the transience of hues?

Amidst all these,  

I think I'm falling in love again!

The Unseen Canvas.

In a world

Where the minds defy the darkness of nights

And the wings flutter faster than the wink of an eye

Where imaginations leap the altitude of the sky

And dreams welcome the nascent kiss of sunrise

Where the feet defeat the pace of a second's tick

And lush greenery blushes away from the intellect at its peak.

Overwhelmed,

I stand still.

Hovered by the halo of dreams,

I am thrilled.

With a palette and a canvas,

I am eager and free

To discover colours everyone is yet to see!

Bruises

I wonder,

How silence emerges mightier than the storm

And waves surrender to the shores' arms.

I wonder,

Why a mountain's ruggedness is lost to the traveler's footsteps

And a strike of lightning carries away the clouds' darkness.

I wonder,

Where do all the woes disappear after a victory

And fears run away once set free.

I wonder,

What makes grit defeat bad history

And the earth to carry on after every catastrophe.

I wonder,

When even the moon's blemishes fade away every fortnight

How do those bruises still breathe while you fight?