Towards My Shadow

Back then was a time,

I was surrounded with guise.

When torn, ripped and drown,

The upheaval you gave was a sanctum to mourn.

 

Cuddled by you ,

I was like a child in womb.

With the light reflected upon,

You opened up and I was pulled by dawn.

 

We stretched but were not apart,

Intact we remained and drawn by nature’s art.

Bigger the sun became, longer you stood,

As sun disappeared, we still withstood.

 

Now is a time, years have passed,

Walking in the tunnel and  you were mopped.

Search for you, is nullifying me,

dropping my blood yet my soul hides in me.

 

Afraid i am as heart beat slows down,

inflamed I am and taking your name loud,

running through this dark cave, distant apart,

Am I seeing you or just a light wave on the path??

 

Gradually sinking to my core,

my mind opens and heart sees more.

The light became larger than I thought,

It folded me in arms to deliver, as if I was brought.

 

Succumbed I was, before opening my eyes,

I see the whole picture without any disguise.

You were the shadow, the sanctum I lived in so long,

You protected me and I remained fond.

 

You were the shadow of light,

With progress you changed dark to ignite.

A part of you was I,

And later I understand how you become white.

 

We are the two polarities that drive,

different energies yet combined.

None of us is complete without one,

Shadows merge with light and spread as love.

 

 

 

 

 

Before My Last Half

With breath, acknowledgement is absent.

Without breath, life is.

When it comes, it’s known through the cry.

When it leaves, all it makes us is quiet.

 

While we breath hard, we run for life.

While we breath slow, life runs from us.

We fail to decipher the symphony of breath.

The value it gives, to us , to life.

 

We shut our eyes and mouth, to ignore.

To not listen what it tries to say,

We often plug in our ears with songs.

After being one, it doesn’t survive half for long.

 

Some realise what one is, rest can’t figure it out.

Half  I am – trying hard and easy, to save what’s left and gain what’s lost.

Dying  each day little by little, takes me more far.

Hope you would hold, before i release my last half…………

 

GOONJ…

Hai aag si ye kashtiyan, zarre zarre mein hai chubhan..

Maan lun main tujhe, jo kar do ye jatan..

 

Shaam ko thaam lo, roshni ko rok do..

Jal rhi ye rooh jo, jal ka daan do..

 

Jaan kar anjaan jo, bhasm wo ajeev ho..

insaan ka insaan se, uth raha vishwaas jo.

 

Ye waqt ki khamoshiyan, laa rhin agaaz hai..

Sochta hai tu kya, ye kroor ka jaal hai..

 

Jaanta woh nhi, imaan ye atoot hai..

Hoslon ki ye patang, vibhakt se adrishya hai..

 

Bhu se agyaat tu, haasil na tu kar payega..

Prakriti se janma tu, manushya na ban payega..

 

Azaadiyan cheekh kar, chheen lengi rakt vo..

Jo desh ka desh se, kar rha vidroh jo..

 

Kashtiyon ki ye nadi, hai bhari aakrosh se..

Iss chubbhan ki saanjh toh, shunya hogi bhor se..

 

Jo na thami shaam ye, manzoor ho taap vo..

shaastron se pare, shastra ko na maan do..

 

Jo pal raha chiraag sa, raakh tu ho jayega..

GOONJ si jo main uthun, tu shikaar ho jayega..tu shikaar ho jayega..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AGES..

Ages pass on, we, you and I move on,

keeping hope we stick on, together we build our bond.

Bond that’s deep, depth that we meet,

meet when we uncover, uncover what is covert.

Covert that is unshared, unshared but adhered,

adhered what is ignored by rest, rest who’s presence is rare.

Rare not outside but inside, inside we pray, love and cry,

cries that are unheard, unheard wishes & desires later burned.

Burned emotions turn stern, where logics and reasons go beyond,

beyond our reach & smiles, becoming unbound yet bound.

Touched, unfold , solved our hearts may or may not,

keeping hope we stick on, together we build our bond.

Ages will pass on, we, you and I will move on!

 

 

THE CHOICE

Life has it’s own way of dealing you. It hits you hard on your face when you try to escape it. The more you will try, the harder it will hit. Many people have options to choose for themselves and many don’t. Many don’t ever recognize what opportunities time has brought for them. And many forget to exult for what they have with them.

This unwanting episode in their lives when gains importance, they fall short to hold it’s worth. As once it was their own but with time it goes through several editions and now its completely unrecognizable.

But the beauty is, those with love may still have their chances to touch its worth and embrace themselves. All one has to do is make a choice. Prioritize.

So, are you prepared for this? Fear of change, discomforting thoughts and uneasy start. These will leave you perplexed. But that’s fine, it’s how life is. If you don’t want life to hit you hard, then you have to hit life harder. Yep, that’s the rule my friend. All these fears will fade away gradually so fear is just an illusion.

The important point to ponder upon before making a choice is, “Are you ready to pay the opportunity cost for your choice?”. Think wisely. Think more than twice.

priyashi

Dark Days and Bright Nights.

Dark days and bright nights,

Wrenched you but didn’t surprise.

What you hold came with a price,

Not to lose the sight was your choice.

 

Landing on the ground to guide,

It made you surpass to ignite.

The realm of visions were unidentified,

Where spirits and shadows remain unclassified.

 

From the virtues and vice to the inseparable demise,

Born and alive are few to state wise.

Dark days and bright nights,

Will help you to cross wild tides.

 

 

 

The Way Beneath..

For the times and moments You chose me,
For every single obstacle arrived in front of me,
How beautifully You showed me the way beneath,
The body, mind and soul to acknowledge me.

For the choices i made,
For the decisions i take,
Each adorned my life in different ways,
Which taught me better versions to behave.

For the questions in life,
For the doubts in mind,
Striving from the other’s word,
then You showed me for what I am worth.

It compels me to move on,
To push myself and not to the walls,
With life i forgot,
how to treat self as the world is not my fault.

For the reasons I broke,
For the people I hoved,
How beautifully You showed me the way beneath,
How the words of love and intention of kindness shall I serve to me.

REDEMPTION

With the flow I breathe,
the touch of breeze I feel.

Like leaf on the water I float,
dead or alive in the moment I abode.

From sleep I awake in dream,
as the water falls I feel retreat.

The dark in me sinks,
as the twilight with moon sings.

Lost was the love I found,
the soul was wounded yet it uplift as cloud.

Following the journey I discovered the path,
light is not out there, but inside my heart.

Poured to purge, I redeem from shots,
once I liberate from my own thoughts.

Memories of Haven

The world has its ways,
In the manner it tends to behave.
Lasting for ever does not stay,
Since the parts of you can stray.

How you see the self is the answer here,
The world lies inside or out has to be clear.
The search for wholeness never gets a stop,
Unless you find what you’re capable of.

Striking with the courage,
You deal with the reality.
Yet the realm of perceptions,
May vandalise with anticipations.

The voice of self is hitherto around,
Because the soul knows no bounds.
Being born is a process of infinite recursion,
Open the eyes wide and sense your succession.

The power has bestowed now,
The light with the night is nowed.
So the glimpses of fear will fade,
And memories of haven will stay.

PHANTOM

Those unspoken words of sadness,
Those unseen senses of humanness.

In the world of borders,
I stand with spiritedness.

Harder the people judge,
Stronger for roots I urge.

They believe to have foresightedness,
I condemn with existential so immense.

The war of the worlds had never ended,
If reality with peace never blended.

The times I crouched behind the walls,
Were intended to hold me before I fall.

Those unshared moments are fading apart,
Now I want to pause them to gather my parts.

Foolishly I upheld deceived,
Intelligently it grew me indeed.

Lost inside the mind I stood,
Possessed by my soul I hooked.

The independent from the world I be,
The more my free spirit will breathe.