Thursday, June 14, 2012


Let me just walk,
for I can feel myself then,
I can talk to myself,
Yeah as if I don't do that other times.
But its different you know, 
Its more alive.
The joy is different,
the feeling is amazing.
Maybe its the air that smells different,
or is it the heights that I love?
I guess I will never know,
but do I care?
Well let it be the cold,
or the sharp wind,
or those foggy mornings.
Who knows what makes my heart skip,
it may be the starry nights,
or the howl of the wild animal away,
or may be too close.
The water was cold,
so I just barely touched,
the fire kept us alive,
so I collected the wood.
Snow had different plans,
but they can change,
as long as you love the wind,
and can smell the air right.
I will go soon,
and I will go again,
I will walk alone,
I will find my way,
I know the winds roar,
and snow carves a path,
the howls will guide, 
and the stars walk along,
I will walk upto the summit,
and look down from there,
I know it would be amazing,
I can feel it here as well.

Mixed thoughts...

Ohh damn! I feel crippled,
I want to but I can't.
Feels like I am trapped,
but don't you worry, 
for I will break free.
I will break free even before you know  it.
I know you think it does not matter,
but it does you know.
We are here for once,
and this is our only chance.
Lets not waste and lets not fight,
lets relax and play 
and then lets play some more.
What did you say?
For I could not hear,
I was listening to something else,
Oh damn! I missed it
and I missed that too.
But don't you worry, 
for I will break free,
I will break free even before you know  it.
And I will let the wind break in and 
let it swirl us around.
Would you like that Oh Dear,
Oh so dear!!
Let me know if you don't.
I don't promise, 
but I will try to listen this time,
and fix it, all right.


Pstins sumthing here after a long time...... Have written many in the meanwhile, will try to post some more..

The morning hurry,
With the morning sun shining bright,
Oh man I love this heat,
this absurd warm smell of the mornings,
Well do I? 
I am not sure.
When I walk in, they look at me,
When I stand there, smiling, they wonder.
When I lean, the eyes turn,
When I leave, they don't notice.
Sure she would feel the same,
the look in her eyes reflects mine sometimes,
though she is even more still,
and why is that anger on her face?
Shall I ask? Would it be too abrupt?
Well I am just curious, not meaning to pry.
But who knows what she may say,
what If she gives a look and just turns away.
But there is something which makes me look at her,
something which makes me wonder,
something which I can't but I need to say,
It is driving me crazy.
Shall I not worry, go ahead and talk?
Maybe she wonders and worries about the same,
We sometimes loose it all by thinking too much.
But if we did not, 
would life end the same?
Is it too realistic or is it too dreamy?
Who would know until someone try the same?
Let me be the one, and walk in
Let me be the one and free her from the pain
Let me be the one with an unsaid purpose and name