A journey called Life

Born a dreamer,
I fear I might die a loser,
The expectations and the resultant frustration,
Weigh too heavy upon me.

The eyelids too soft,
To carry the dreams too big,
Unfortunate enough to be blessed,
With wings of iron and stone.

Keeping my hopes and head held high,
I still tread into the skies unknown,
the pathways dark and untravelled,
With my heart agonized and forlorn.

A journey unto nowhere,
unawares of the consequences,
Through lands so dark,
I can neither see my future, nor remember my past.

With nothing else but a handful of dreams,
eyes brimming with hope,
heart lost in randomness,
Situations so bewildering, unable to cope.

All I need is a guiding finger,
to lead me through this deserted road called life,
unto a staircase which extends ,
into the skies of my unfulfilled aspirations.

Let my heart be a kite,
Let it fly so high,
that one fine day,
It for sure reaches the sky!

Summers!

When the droplets of sweat,

trickle down my forehead,

kissing my cheeks,

unto my bosom,

I realize, that Summers have arrived.

Oranges and lemons,

water in gallons,

juices and squashes,

peaches and melons.

The wardrobe is bustling,

with Lemons and Greens,

The Dressing is glowing,

with gloss and sheen.

The scorching sun,

the warm, sunny days,

post a gloomy winter,

makes me gay.

The Loom of Time!

The loom of time ,
the loop of life,
yet, lopping and striding,
Sums up the human existence.

The pain, the suffering,
the gloom, the misery,
repeatedly question, 
My persistence.

The cobwebs of thought,
I stand there distraught,
as if caught in a coop,
and constantly struggling.

And striving,
and enterprising and endeavoring,
to the best of my efforts,
I still end up in a vicious convolution!

Wanderlust!

Wanderlust!

Every time I am alone,
and suffer the pangs of creativity,
Traveling becomes my muse,
And I begin to write.


The mind contemplates,
the abstractions around me,
and the brain gets absorbed,
Into deep thoughts and reflections.

Alone in a deserted land, 
which somewhat resembled a desert,
I set out on a long journey,
To pacify the lust within.

I came across frozen lakes,
and dried up rivers,
deserted plains,
And burning hot deserts.

Then, there were remote islands,
and snow covered mountains,
their peaks gleaming, 
Like the silver lining around a cloud.

I happened to reach an abandoned place,
with no living being around,
till the point my eyes could see,
And I was totally freaked out.

The dark clouds overlaid,
and there was darkness all around,
I could neither see,
Nor cogitate.

Maybe it was night,
maybe there was dearth of light,
maybe the darkness if ignorance,
Which desperately wanted to set itself ablaze?

Probably, enlightenment,
probably, self-actualization,
probably the dawn of a new day,
Paved way for light.

The warmth of the sun,
melted the ice-cold heart,
and the bracing dew drops,
Filled it with glee.

The stoned eyes were now wet, 
With dreams of hope.
And when I woke up, it all slipped by,
And I chuckled and slept again.