Hung up!

Sometimes i sit and wonder how life plays you around
how the scars of your past seem to always hover around

no matter how long lost and how far back
they appear out of hiding without losing track

they are like those permanent open wounds unwilling to heal
although how many of them you carry is largely how strongly you feel

they define how emotionally damaged you are
no matter how much you challenge the spar

everyone i see around carries these ghosts of the past
its like a live trigger to be used at will for all known to the cast

its amazing though how often you face these questions you avoid
as if there was nothing else to fill that time and space void

its like murphy follows you around to have some fun
soon enough you searching everywhere for the pun

they see these marks define the person you are and you'd go on to become
i wish i could stay forever a clean slate to even repeat the same mistakes at the risk of being a bum!

A goalless dream

what if you didnt set any goals
what if you didnt fit the social roles

what if you had simple dreams
what if they didnt follow the streams

would there be enough drive
would that let you thrive

what if there were material pleasures such
what if there absence didnt hurt that much

was it ill fated to be satisfied
was it dated that you wish to forever have smiled

how would you know you had achieved it all
when you werent prepared to make a call

what was this balance you ached for
why is it that whatever it was, it always seemed far

it feels like walking in the middle of a blurring crowd
they are all there, but under a different shroud

would you be ever able to make out your way
would you be forever condemned to stay.....

Someday...

Someday I would love to stare without blinking

Someday I would love to hear without interrupting

Someday I would love to smell without exhaling

Someday I would love to talk without thinking

Someday I would love to touch without withdrawing

Someday I would grow comfortable with silence in every sphere

For that day I would have learnt to appreciate when something did appear

An ode to Dadu

He always said that his life would make an interesting story,
It's hard to wonder how would one fit so many memories

For someone who started out small
Who took stride with every fall

From barefoot scorching walks
To cycling cargo round the clock

Having to endure washing others clothes
Having to survive on hardly a loaf

Climbing up the ladder with your head held high
Oh the pain you suffered, still makes us cry

Bringing up a family build on principles
Holding your own in the face of obstacles

Encouraging your children to march ahead on their own
While you watched their backs for demons untold

Praying for the health and wealth of close ones
Not asking for self, making the single wish for your son

Setting examples of hard work and grit for young ones to follow
You made sure that we all learned that life wasn't hollow

We miss you and remember you with each breath
We shall honour and respect you for life unto death