Alone,
A million stars,
some even unseen,
wander in the dark void,
Every night
somewhere in the world
they open a wormhole of the past
just for people like me.
I wish we all could free fall
crash out,
and survive
from broken dreams,
lost love
and
people
who pushed us
to a point of no coming back.
You are not ready
to leave everything
and set out to face the world
to achieve the dreams
if you are worried of how people
will treat you
if you worried for your likability
if you need people to tell
what you are doing is good
and you should continue
if in the death of night you are worried
for your future
if in the harshest times you look back
and sigh with regret
chasing dreams is getting lost
purposely with acknowledging the fact
that you might not find yourself
back again ever.
We all are made of
blood,flesh and bones
a dysfunctional heart
that keeps pumping dreams,
love,memories to an ignorant mind
a soul that wants to wander in
galaxies unknown,
though immortal it is afraid
of the world out here
but don’t you know it already?
haven’t you felt it already?
the ignorant mind my friend,
the ignorant mind.
The Evening Coffee,
Led Zeppelin for some time,
a day that went wasted again
a night that would devour
bits of me happily ,
till I feel nothing in the
sunny morning , still
be ready for a new day ahead.
But before all this
devour and massacre,
let me scribble a page
or few
as a memoir of the damned nights
I am seeking stars tonight
nor are they looking for me.
No wonder the nights don’t excite me
I wonder are the stars excited?
Every time.