Moonlit Shadows

At times there is this situation when you blame it on the fate, It's that moment when you don't get that shot that great, When you try too hard and it all falls apart, Each thing that you've worked for seems a little dark, When all things you do seem meaningless, When you feel empty and tired and feelingless, A moment arises when you start feeling anger, That anger when you control you make things worse, You make yourself a pressure cooker and get ready to explode, Everyone does their own work and so do you, You look around and frown and still can't scream out loud, You feel you're captured in the depths of your being, You feel so heavy that you can't really breathe, And then one fine day when you just can't take it, You need a way out and vent it, You explode coz that is your breaking point.

Each time I feel that everything has ended, Something comes up again, from the ashes of my past it comes, to affect my present it comes, I in such situations always feel helpless, and my helplessness is all due to a dilemma, a dilemma that I face when something rebounds, It's like this situation in which, I feel that I can change the whole scenario, And I still don't. I can let it go if I want to but somehow, I don't want to and that is what I do, I cling to it and try stopping what's not mine, what used to be mine but not now, Now maybe it belongs to someone else, Now maybe it wants to belong to someone else, I don't have any control over it, I never did, but the feeling which creeps inside me , Eats me. Kills me. Bit by bit. I don't know what to do in such cases, How to react? and how to retract? How to feel? Is it a dream or is it real? I don't understand what to do? All I know seems ado, I try forge...

If you're shut behind a door which has no key If you're left behind a in the dark with no light If you're left in the cold with no blanket no coat If you're left behind a wall with no hole If you're left in a cage which is Impregnable If you're left in the deep with no dream no morrrow For I feel that most of us would first struggle Struggle to break those doors and find that hole Struggle to find a way out of the darkness Out of that room which has them captured Some will keep trying all their lives and die trying Others will accept defeat and just sit aside crying Some will try killing themselves and die that ways The ones left will  go mad and act that ways Some will rise up and pray with their hands folded and eyes afraid The rest there will be none left  None doing nothing.

Shades of blue, Shades of the sky, Shadow of the trees, And a million fireflies.

The only thorns which hurt me, are the ones which don't get out, which don't leave my body, even when I shout. This photos is really amazing. i think it describes a lot of things in life. We always associate thorns with roses but here there aren't any roses. All that we have here are leaves blood red, Instead of those roses. Which is according to me the truth of life. You never do get roses, it's always the leaves and the thorns. Leaves indicate beauty too but they indicate it in more of that subtle way, for which you need to take a closer look. Open your eyes and open your mind.

I asked her once, She said she’ll let me know, I asked her again, She said she will, Let me know, The first time I knew it, She doesn’t want it, I understood that I don’t really fit, The parameters she wanted her guy to, And I genuinely don’t, It’s hard for me to blend into this crowd, It’s hard for me to live my life, life like I want to live it, So I camouflage myself. So just to satisfy my ego, I told myself, “She might have something”,  I asked her again, Just to re confirm, I got that vague reply, And I brought it home, I took it as a silent rejection, And it felt weird, Why? I don't know, Coz I for the first time, While knowing the outcome, Did something stupid, Went against my prudence, Maybe just coz it felt right. Whatsoever it was, On giving it a deeper thought, I realised that all I did, Was just not to regret, And now that sometime has passed, I look back and relax, I smile and watch her smiling, In my thoug...

I thought that one night, I’d take her out for dinner, Pick her up at eight, Take her to this place, It’s actually on a hill, Not a hill but a height, From where you can, Watch the night lights, The spot I chose, Is sober and its close, There is this small town, Right under our eyes, With the lights glimmering bright, This is what you see, If you look down, But when your life your head, And look up into the sky, You see those stars, Twinkling Blinking, As if looking at you, As if set they’re for you, The place on a whole, Is decent not bore, The moon lights the place, And the candle too.