Once upon

" They deem me mad because
  I will not sell my days for gold;
  And I deem them mad because
  they think my days have a price "
                               - Gibran

When my darkness reminded me of a sunshine

there you are ! entering my soul lucid and laminar

Ghosts of time may have stopped the ticking of clock

and wondered who you are; to the reach of their thoughts

" Arrow of a heartless warrior or
   a word from thoughtless mind

  may be the thorn covered under
    petals from sovereign land "

And how far their thoughts may reach will never attain

the level of vision you brought undistinguished

And they move back again and settle upon

" victim of nature's ill, wrath called .. Love "

..

Turbulance

On the upstream things look different
different than downstream..
flow is inevitable, everyone has to flow through

Level on which you are flowing does not matter
nor it matters on which side you are ..
You never return to the previous point

you can't remain at a single point too long
however stubborn you are, or however rigid you are
Or may be..
however determinant you are..

To accept the truth u need to know..
you are moving and not the things around you

..

Wanna be

Everyone everytime..
they ask me
"who you wanna be ?"
And everytime they ask
I dont know why
but everytime answer comes
"not me"

Me in me who
not wanna be me
keep me growing
over me

so ..
who you.. wanna be ?