Just once let the reflections
in the mirror
live and speak
curse and cry
laugh and go complete mad
for I am sure
they are dying to do so
since we started hiding
from ourselves
long ago.
Just once let the reflections
in the mirror
live and speak
curse and cry
laugh and go complete mad
for I am sure
they are dying to do so
since we started hiding
from ourselves
long ago.
I was last drowned
in the solos
of Jimmy Page
asking me
about whole lotta love
and stairways to heaven
I tried to float
but found it useless
I have seen
a few men die at peace
but a fewer listening solos.
Throw away your tantrums,
lock way your fears,
kill the old you
gut the insecurity out of it,
relish the laughter
and echoes of what people said
anout you once
then run for the hill
you always wanted.
tread barefooted
let it bleed
walk alone
don’t make yourself a cripple
fall a hundred times
and cry your misery out
look for the hill
conquer it
or die at the summit
valiantly at least
She came like a tornado
uncontrollable,
untameable
and took me to places
I never thought would exist,
only to leave me there
with blurred memories
and with whatever she left
of me.
For a moment
the tears stopped
or maybe it was the moment
looking into your eyes
I forgot I was crying
but she said it is alright
and it became .
At the very extreme undying urge of writing something, when words don’t make sense and passion starts eating me up,I hear my inner self preaching all valid reasons of why should I end this pitiful career.But then again if I would have heard my inner voice in glorious hours of writing something beyond purpose, I wouldn’t be having this block. Purpose simply defeats the act.Writing for a purpose is same as living for a purpose. The concentration slowly swings to purpose than on writing or living. So I don’t have a purpose today. The bird is out of my heart today. Let it chirp.
We have laid to rest
our past
like an afterlife
wrapped with everything
we could get our hands on,
the childhood,
the curiosity,
and the indifference towards
failure
all lying in a single place
left to suffocate alone.
I wonder will they die before us
or after?