Struck before i knew
Struck before it began aching
Warm and fury before i knew
I was love struck before i knew.
Forbidden though a few times
discovering my strikes and rights
"To find my true self "
I went on to wander
I paled
Felt sick before i knew.
I reasoned him Why
He questioned me a Why
I fail to understand
I am love struck Again and Again.
Hit and broke again and again..

Touched and Broken
Touched and Sliced
Touched and Cut into pieces
No more and Not much 
cannot bear more
its the expectations that crib not I
No more in a cradle can i play anymore
I need not hide..
Not that i cannot walk 
But its only your hand that i want to hold and walk.
no matter how much i brake 
even if i slice myself
Cut myself into pieces 
I may never be able to walk besides you..
Its True..

looking above and staying below
standing across and no where to go
hope to stay and lay beside
but what keeps crawling behind my back
i feel like moving ,moving forward
not staying back never backward..
then what makes me stop
clinges in which i don't want to stop
i feel like moving ,moving forward..

something i saw that night

something i saw that night
a lady quite torn inside
she was saying
she was crying
but no one could be by her side
a sudden gap and she went blank
i thought she had acknowleged the silent world
she kept silent
she dint utter
all she did was get up and begin to wander
she was torn, she felt withered
all i could do is offer her some care
 the other people did was to offer her some clothes
but her silence could not be broken
she kept crying
and she dint say a word...
all she did was she began to wander....

broken and lost

i am a broken song

which never can be mend

my heart sinks low

as i take my walk ahead

i had a beautiful start

but my ending won't long for much

i cannot ask for more

god has given a lot as such

i wish my hapiness to be given to my beloveds.

for they who know me well

i cannot keep their wishes fair.

i am a lost bird

who does not know where to land

but i know this

if i knew this , i would be the

best in the whole strand.

i walk, i cross

i stay and see

hypocrisy, rudeness, emptiness ,cruelty walking next to me

i turn my back against it

i walk

i cross

see it still folowing me

growing larger with every step

THIS IS IT

i stop!

stop and turn front

walk towards it

chase it

follow it

i see it running now

i see it scared of me

....

i smile and blow out and it vanishes...

the last day when i faced my back to fear of such things

and now they fear to come near me.

soul searchers to lonely paths to muddy boots to twisted trees like twisted life...
broken raw pieces of wood, unfinished idol of maa durga, sitting alone and talking to the one you love, loved but will never be able to see them again.
How much and how many of us do wander and think about such things.. Life is so much complicated and yet every moment every second it teaches us.

I learned how you can't get away with your guilt's when you are pointing someone else for his mistakes coz the other three fingers BANG are right there pointing at you.
Every day passes by and we just forget to see those who want rather than what we want.
We don't look at them coz we have a hectic life.
But what worth is this life when you can't have a peaceful sleep, when the unfinished idol is just not getting finished it breaks every time you try to put things together,

what worth is life when you can't see yourself more just walking LONELY,

what worth is life when you can't unfold the meanings behind the twisters..

coz the soul searchers are just waiting right there to take you away so try not doing what you can do try doing what you feel is very difficult and you can't do.. and when you do that there will be exceptional happiness on your face..

try giving a smile on some body's face today.

a fear : to the one above

I fear to touch a flower

I fear to touch you

You are beautiful and delicate

I am rough and ugly

I am no more present

your presence is always felt.

Thing that i deny are becoming a nightmare.

things that i wish for you are coming as true as you

i no more belong to you

i am part of the world

for me a sin has been committed

i am born

i can't be more apologetic

i can't say more

i found a beautiful you in you

and i pray i always stay within you.....

Walking doesn't mean we are living.

Feeling doesn't mean we are living.

A touch is no proof of living.

May be we are living death.

Struggling, Strangling to cross every bridge to overcome death.

Believing is what we are living.

Belief is what me and you are living.

Life is bounded to faults.

may be big may be small.

In a day what we do is done.

We then realise them and then regret then

Regret them. But why,

Regret coz we are sorry

to ourselves for committing them;

If just time could return

If just i could be the 'one'

If just...

i could change the world of me within me.

but life of a day, will never return

so, don't hide yourself into the darkness

because you cannot hide yourself from the light which is within you.

Accept the faults,

Realise them and

Solve them.

There is the one HE who always sees you.....

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I have never expressed myself , the real me maybe..

every time i tried to i got influenced by someone or the other, persuaded by someone or the other to look up things differently..sometimes it worked and sometimes i cribbed why i dint hear my heart...The write ups i m going to present here are somethings which i have always been in my heart and expressing it is a little difficult..

my journey of life, observation of people through some poetic forms and write ups.