Joy...

Inertia creates pain,

only when
the situations change;

when there is
some kind of movement,

the belief gets strengthened

There is no joy
if seasons never change;

Once in a while.

Because things
have not chnaged;

I have stopped
counting the days,

but i remember
that i don't have more of them;

last evening was beautiful
with all the enthusiasm
i showed to you;

but today i am drained;

i don't have enough of "me"
as much as i desire;

I can take many shapes
like water;

sometimes i look like
a deformed ice;

very cold;
freezing,

then i realize

how important it is

to
get some warmth through
words;

once in a while...

distance

I don't know

where again
i will see you,


My days begin
with you,

and my nights end with you;

Still I feel
that I am not with you;

There can be no separation
without physical distance;

But the distance 
between the hearts

is the thing to be figured out,

Change for good...

All of a sudden
things have started moving


as if a flood has came;
breaking all the dams
which were created by me...

the water
which was stored
had become stale;

but now
i can feel the
that a lake of fresh water
has reopened;

as if
the Sun has started rising from west.....

...

A few days back
it came as a surprize to me,

A wild thought
or a day dream it was,

the moon started
acting like it was alive..

...

In silence
I hear you,

you are present
in the dark corners
of my heart,

I am amazed that
you are still there,

When all good things come
to an end ,
why not all bad things?

You said that they do.

Self-talk..!

You look like an island
an island of dreams...

The present inertia
will end too..

make yourself a little
what to say...

a little confident..

The world lies inside you,

Haven't you looked inside yourself?

Oh! Dear

when will you realize that
these small small things are waiting for you...

collect them,

put them in a bowl,

You will love them together

don't you believe me?

Just close your eyes...!

Confusion..!

Just for the sake of it,

why?

don't you have a better reason...?

There are many things
you can do,

i know that
but?

You are free

am I?

Find out yourself..

There is more to drowning
than drowning itelf..

ok..!

Why do you win always...?

bacause i believe that you undertsand
things better than me...

much better..!

poem

I start things,

i nurture them,

they become a part of me..

Then after some time they become
dependent on me.

they are sucking my life out of me..

In order to survive,

 i cut them off,,

They never vanish.

they search me.
they miss me..

poem

For some days,

i betrayed myself,

followed what i didn't felt


it led to me with a discovery,

that i can accomodate a lot more
than what i think

i can do..
more than what i think i can do..

there is more to me,

and i am much more to you...!