It's like draining
passing thru my
impervious thoughts
leaving behind the remains
of the foggy yesterdays
buried deep down within
the void of selflessness
feeling of emptiness
bothers me not much
it may remain with me
fill my heart within
cause it's the only truth
at the end of everything
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Routine checkup
Every time i start to think
my clumsy mind wonders
wonders about meaningless things
Every time i look around
my bewitched eyes want me to see
see inside me
Every time I lift my step
my restless legs want to run
run across my dreams
Every time I hear something
my waiting ears want to listen
listen all that is whispered around
Every time i wake up
my senseless senses want me to sense
sense I'm alive
my clumsy mind wonders
wonders about meaningless things
Every time i look around
my bewitched eyes want me to see
see inside me
Every time I lift my step
my restless legs want to run
run across my dreams
Every time I hear something
my waiting ears want to listen
listen all that is whispered around
Every time i wake up
my senseless senses want me to sense
sense I'm alive
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Statutory warning !
when you are born
you know no ways
or nothing about walking
when you start walking
you want to see every thing,
each thing around
you keep enjoying
all that world throws at you
some time you get hurt
you stop and discontinue..
become a tourist just watching..
not reacting
everything keeps piling inside
every reaction every revolt
one over other
heart of the tourist pumps hard
pumps hard in vain
And when tourist inside dies..
traveler is born
there begins a travel
a journey with cause
and the tourist never returns..
..
you know no ways
or nothing about walking
when you start walking
you want to see every thing,
each thing around
you keep enjoying
all that world throws at you
some time you get hurt
you stop and discontinue..
become a tourist just watching..
not reacting
everything keeps piling inside
every reaction every revolt
one over other
heart of the tourist pumps hard
pumps hard in vain
And when tourist inside dies..
traveler is born
there begins a travel
a journey with cause
and the tourist never returns..
..
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