Life that is not!

Memories, borrowed from another life,

for you are too fragile to make new ones.

Rented place, you walk through, you call home,

for you are too scared to build your own,

scared of all the broken homes, scars, and wounds.

Dreams, only when you sleep,

for you are too wise to build castles in the air.

Pray, if you have to, for freedom from yourself!

Greener world

Stuck in traffic, standing in an overcrowded bus,
Just outside the windows, I see
Birds flying free and high,

I long for wings or a free fall
From a high flying bird.

Trapped in dos and don't s, plans and schedules,

I long for the Himalayas,
So vast and tranquil that many a man found peace,

and I long for Le Cloud,
A white heaven I once lived in.

Asked to write thousands of lines in a language that I can't speak,

I long for the fountains of Vegas,
Vibrant enough to leave me spellbound.

And when words dance in my mind,

I long for a pen and paper to treasure them forever.

Lost in the maze

Mind is a maze of mirrors, so I see only "I".

"Break them down", I tell myself, for there lay a wonderland beyond what my eyes can see.

Seeing the darkness, I thought it is new moon.

Only when I opened the windows of my heart, did I realize it's not even night.

Lost in the mundanity of life, I had lost track of blessings.
Only when everything dearest was taken away, in the ecstasy of pain, did I know the best is yet to come.

Fallen warrior

A woman with a dead army in the battleground of men, asked to surrender,

decides to not keep the gun down.

Enemies attack from every side but her hands don't hesitate, she shows no mercy.

Just the movement of her eyes is enough to scare the titans.

She has waited all her life for such moments, that take her breath away. So she fights on, not because she is scared of losing but because she is not meant to give up.

When she fell, she won the heart of dead and alive alike.

They salute her for fighting a war she could never win!

The end.

It is said everything has its natural culmination,
But what happens to the stories that come to an abrupt end?

Audience is left to its imagination,
But what happens to the characters, are they just to wait for the director who never returns?

Questions never asked

It was not your words that my ears heard, but the songs I wanted to hear.
When it is merely talk with no wisdom, will my ears still hear you?

It was not your looks that I admired, but your character.
When your character is just my imagination, will I still admire you?

It was not you that I trusted, but my Lord who lived in your soul.
When you betray your soul, will my Lord still live there?

Will they?

When I cross a busy road,
When I watch movies alone in the theater,
When I go to hospital alone,
When my phone rings and I know it's not you,
When I am hungry and I don’t feel like eating,
When I no longer get angry, knowing that nobody can harm me as much as you did,
When someone hits me and I no longer feel like hitting back,
When someone shows care and affection,
When everything hurts but I don’t feel anything,
When I am tired of being strong,
When I can’t hate you more,

It’s only sometimes that I search for you,
It's only when I search for you, do I realize “dead won’t come back, will they?”