Dreams

I was cursing the day before,

Red and black was all there was,

The pit was leaning in on me,

The walls were pushing in,

I was gasping for air,

I was looking for a way to end the suffocation,

The end seemed near, asphyxiation apparent,

Bursts of light came through,

But there was no way, till…

The bubble burst, air swarmed in,

Realization hit me later,

Things begin to change, no, mend,

The din of the silence washed away,

The crackers of celebration,

Cemented cheers, and a smile,

My heart rose, thumping, racing,

The coin had turned,

Color was all there was,

Looking into the sky,

The stars staring back at me, smiling,

I realized that dreams did come true.

All About It

It’s not an apology,

It’s not an excuse,

It’s not about being wrong,

It’s about not doing the right thing,

It’s about the paths we choose,

It’s about our actions,

It’s about the choices and the decisions,

It’s not about the result,

It’s not about truth,

But it’s about the lies said to conceal the truth,

It’s about realization,

It’s about the smile,

And it’s about the tears,

It’s about me, for me,

And I know I got red in my ledger,

And it nowhere near being cleansed,

For all I know, red is all I got.

Just So High

The chilly night grasping my fingers,

Its touch so numbing,

My head bent low to sidestep the punch of the cold,

I’m walking headfirst into the abyss,

Light flowing past, the asphalt cool under the rubber,

The darkness is awakening,

The sound in my ears is deafening,

I’m trudging on, the clock ticking by,

My head is light as everything zips around me,

There is no feeling, no emotion, nothing left,

I’m cold and it’s all swirling past me,

I look at the stars and I smirk, I smile,

It all seems perfect even though it’s cloudy,

It’s just so high.

A Journey

Life is an array, a mixed bag,

It’s a collection of good and bad,

It’s like the summer which has rain,

There are thoughts overflowing,

Wishes appearing, disappearing,

It’s a journey, life is,

It’s about waking up to something new daily,

Seeing the sun, the moon, the clouds,

With a new zest, a new zeal,

About holding together the vigor,

And making it last, till the last moment,

The people are like passengers, in this bus of life,

They get in, and they walk out, unquestionable,

Some stay, some don’t, and so do you,

It’s up to you to hold back, and wait,

To mourn the loss, or to walk ahead,

To hold onto the bar in front,

To prevent the fall at the next turn, at the next bump,

To greet the newcomer with a smile,

Or with the tears of the past,

You change buses, and you get off where you have to,

You don’t wait, that’s all there is,

It’s never about the destination,

All that teaches you, moulds you for the future,

Is the journey, and that is all that matters.

Dooriyan Bhi Hai Zaroori

Hun door tumse aaj,

Bichde hai dono ek dusre se,

Chale hai iss raah par, ajeeb si, alag si,

Hai yaadein saath,

Har bitaya hua lamha lautta hua,

Nayi jagah ki hai khushi,

Par hai gham sirf ek- tum,

Chaayi hai tanhayee tumhare bina,

Hun akela tum bin,

Chaayi hai bechaini in dhundle raasto mein,

Hai muskaan uss dard mein par,

Saath ki kiran hai dikhti,

Ayegi khushi lautke, aur honge hum sath,

Pal ko jeena hai, kat jayenge yeh pal,

Ek pariksha hogi yeh hamari,

Aakhir dooriyan bhi hai zaroori.