Written

Days pass by in a hazy blue. Today becomes tomorrow and tomorrow becomes next month. And yet, for the memories, there is always a place is yesterday. Memories of four years ago bring the bittersweet feelings associated with it. They bring back the reasons for writing as they once did. But that was yesterday. That writing is not for now. It is written and become a part of the old pages.

Today, has become a month ago and fresh memories and waiting to be written and made immortal. Feelings are fresh and colours are bright. It is the road not taken... in the past four years. These memories are different and new, feelings are treated differently. Again a reason to write and a reason to feel.

Happiness is no more momentary, we hope it stays.
Peace is no more an illusion, we hope there's more coming our way.
Love is no more an old memory, we hope it may be unconditional.

Cheers!

Because..

Because..

The waiting never seems to end
The letters are never ever sent
The thoughts in the head never quiet down
the feeling inside is a droning sound.

Because...

The poet lies awake
Writing rhymes so fake
the poetry is made
as vague thoughts fade.

Because

The queen called,
hiding under a log
it became the rule
for all loving fools.

Beautiful people
thoughts are lethal
wave the magic wand
let go of the sand.

Its a quiet room. People come and sit. Some talk of things, some just drift. Soon they stand, smile and leave. That was one more hope - a chance to keep.

Cheers!

Shrinking.

A craving for craziness.. Color it turquoise.
A need for change... But not you.
A new addiction.... to thoughts.

Close your eyes and breathe. Families talk to you, you listen. People think chaos exist within them. Wish you could say its true. But you are no healer, you have no power. So you listen. You learn. You absorb.

Now its soaking. The mug is filled and overflowing. You feel like choking. Breathe.

Who says you can't go away? I can make you, ask you or simply tell you. Go back to your world, dear friend. Free yourself from misery and drift away. You are right in everything you say. What you see maybe true, but i cannot choose to believe it. I shall sit by your side and listen. I shall agree and you shall even surprise me and make me smile. You make me curious, you amuse me.

A much needed break - from life and things. To go away far where nobody knows you and calls on you to listen and make choices.

An If Only moment. Danke. Reality strikes shall strike, soon. It should. It is raining on your cardboard box.

Cheers! To possible future excitement.

Abstracting.

I watch white pages turn as I think about you tonight. Questions, I can hear, falling over each other as they try to reach me. No one clear thought strikes me but they all make sense.

I sit by silently and watch strangers whisper in the darkness of the warm room. Sweet nothings and bad advice all sound the same to me tonight. I hope for me I know where im going. I hope for you that you'll know better.

Words fill my white pages tonight. You are filling your world elsewhere. I am a part of it, but merely sidelined. I play my role and stay in the back. While i sit back and watch, i realize. Dear child, I wish you had called. But we fortold our destiny and i hastily agreed. Now i settle in bed to read and sleep silently, calming my thoughts as they rise with every word i write.

Good night dear child, drink your hopeful colours. For when you come home, you will lay down your head. And dear child, we both know, in your tired dreams, we both rest well.

A Theory of sorts.

My theory. It is rooted in me. It is rooted in you. It is rooted in most of them too.

I speak from experience today. Like all other days, today has passed with many passing thoughts. One might wish it possible to write them all down.. Some may seem simply brilliant to some of us. And yet, when we do sit down to distangle the cobweb of thoughts, we have lost it among many other insignificant details.

People develop theories. They base it on scientific experiments and laws of science. They speak of the influence of variables.
I merely base it on life. My only influence are People.

The famous quote "I think, therefore I am" is indeed one to ponder upon. We are made up of our thoughts. Our thoughts are influenced by people. People are influenced by their thoughts. Which in turn is influenced by other people. It is a vicious spiral that grows into you. At the end of the day, every thinker assumes he/she thinks too much.

It is the irony of life that we question it. Since as long as we live, most of us do not find a satisfactory answer. For those of us who do, it doesn't seem worth questioning. But we shall all search, because in the end, what matters is that we searched, not whether we found the answer or not.

On a more personal note, too much is indeed too bad. It leads to a continuous rant and ends in vagueness. For now I pause, take a deep breathe as I move on to another thought...

Cheers!