There’s a place where all dreams go to die
Built upon the shackles of society
Nurtured by well meaning words spoken by snakelike tongues
Propped up
By pillars of self doubt and uncertainty
With a healthy sprinkling of what if it wasn’t meant to be
But all it takes to realise them all
Is to stand up
And defy
And every once in a while
You come across things which make you smile
Random acts of kindness
From virtual strangers
The blooming of a little bud
After an unusually long, dry spell
The coming together of unknown people
To pull a distressed puppy out of the well
An unexpected smile and nod of understanding, telling you all will be well
The first rays of sunshine
Bursting through gloomy skies
Or the pitter patter of
An out of season rainfall
And then there’s something which really makes my day
After I’ve poured out my heart
Like spilled ink on paper
Someone from across the world
Types that he can relate.
This one’s for all of you my loves! The ones who read and take a moment out of their ever hectic schedules to drop in a kind word. You’re what keeps me going. Thank you!
Words evade me
With a mind on overdrive
I’ve lost the will to write
Feelings consume me
Making me too alive
A dulling of senses
Is a much needed respite
A pencil pusher, people pleaser
Met with
A pyretic pushover
And we got
A self satisfying simmer
The nicest person I have ever known
Had a whole lot of things to say
But chose to remain quiet instead
And smiled
A smile
I can never forget
Pieces of my heart
Are starting to fall apart
So, take me back to the start
For they say love’s an art?
I remember a time
When everything was much simpler
Smiles were freer
Frowns were fewer
Never ever shedding a tear
I could count on my fingers
Everything I held dear
Without a single fear
Days were somewhat shorter
Yet joyous moments tended to last longer
Nights were a tad cooler
Windows left open
Just like our hearts
Which were, of course, fuller
And gladder
I remember a time
When things were much simpler
Or
Have I just been dreaming?
Hello, my lovelies!
It’s been a minute since we last spoke. I was just wondering how everyone’s doing. Please do let me know! And I hope we can all look forward to better days ahead.
In other news, how lovely are these flowers (featured image) which I came across during a walk. Mother Nature does shows off at times and how!
As always, thank you for reading.
Yours,
Varnika.
Who you are
When no one’s watching
Is the true measure of a man
They say
But who are you
Under watchful eyes?
Do you need to hide
Behind a curtain of disguise?
Do you have to pretend
With every breath that you take?
Are you scared of being revealed
Making slips from lips sealed?
Or
Do you need to lie
So they’ll think you’re mighty sly?
Who you are
When no one’s watching
Might make you feel at ease
But who are you
When trying to please
Will bring you closer to your
Own true self.
So, tell me, my dear
Do you know
Who you are?
On a Friday night
Just like any other
I lay in bed
Without a single bother
The town swirled around me
A blur of coloured lights
People rushed around talking
In a murmured buzz
It was a downright circus, aye
Like a merry-go-round
Running at a nauseating pace
While I stood silently still
At it’s very centre
Strung to it all
Feeling its ebbing throes
Yet disconnected from the throng
Like a marionette
The world passed me by
While I, the very epicentre
Felt like an innocent, dumb bystander
For on a Friday night
Like any other
I lay in bed
Without a single bother
Dekha tha ek khwaab humne bhi magar
Sacchaiya raaste ka kaata ban gayi
Par hum dheeth chalte rahe thokar khaate khaate
Aur manzil khud-ba-khud humsafar ban gayi
