Not easy.

No. It’s not easy.

It wasn’t supposed to be.

But You have got all the weapons;

That your battle will ever need.

You wait for the right time;

You feel it isn’t now.

But this is what you’ve got,

That’s more than clear and loud.

The roads never do the walking.

The paths are always sought after.

I ask, who tames the camel;

Other than its own master?

No matter how much you’d like that;

Life doesn’t come with a manual.

Sad, the expenses come daily;

Appraisals? Only annual.

So stop waiting for that instant-

The moment that never might come.

Live this second utterly.

Leave behind what’s done.

Put into action, all your energies;

And fruits will eventually bear.

Hope, perseverance and good-will

Can overcome every fear.

And when all apprehensions evaporate

You only have yourself to defeat.

As some great man said,

And I only dare repeat:

“It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.” 

I write to You

Every single day, I write to you.

I write to you a million letters.
Each letter with a billion words.
Each word with a trillion feelings.
Each little feeling, with a zillion heartbeats.
I write to you, about the alarm that did not ring;
That silly key that I forgot to bring;
The door-knob that targeted my hand;
That stupid presentation that I could not turn grand.
I write to you, about my favourite chocolate;
The song that’s been in my head, of late;
What divine-good healthy breakfasts do;
Which colors look really good on you.
I write to you, about that friend who ditched;
My friend’s view on the seven-year itch;
The argument at home that left me upset;
That unkind word that caused so much unrest.
I write to you, about the season’s first rains;
The first raindrops that struck the window panes;
The growing fondness for changing seasons;
And other trivial things I need as reasons -
To write to you and let you know -
That you are with me, everywhere I go.
And as I write to you those words,
I wonder if you’ll ever know..
About the million letters I write to you.
The ones i never did show..

It’s lonely on this road I tread. Looking for that I truly need.

There’s a crowd of people around. Walking and stepping along.

I know I’ve seen those faces. And it isn’t since been long.

I try to make out who is who: The red-haired guy and that girl in blue.

I promise we have met before, but now you look like a stranger to me.

Just walking along, talking along; but never for a moment looking at me.

Admit I do, you talk to me. And sometimes even I do speak.

But what you say never meets my ear; I don’t remember learning Greek.

I consider you once did say and do, some really good things to me.

But what things you said, what acts you did, I really can’t recall any.

I wonder what’s changed now? It can’t be you, I’m sure;

But something’s wrong I bet, something that needs a cure.

A part of me cries all day, and craves for what it rightfully deserves.

When every other has had their share, all my soul does is serve;

For other souls’ peace, and their serenity and their delight-

And bliss, and joy, and calm, and every other thing in its might.

When will come that instant? When will tranquility win?

When will real peace be born? When will good prevail over sin?

The wait’s been too long. The journey’s been too draining.

I hate those questioning eyes. I hate those people staring.

I hate it when I’m so alive, and yet there is no trace of life.

I hate to see those dancing butterflies, when all I’m at is strife.

All I hear are noises, and words that no more make sense.

I’m struggling to be myself; disgusted with all this pretence.

Do you know which way I was going? Do you have the tiniest idea?

Shall I come with you instead? Will it make this mess tidier?

Will you even take me along? Show me which way to go?

Will you put a full stop to this pain, and let my real self show?

Or would you rather be this way? I know you have your way to take..

Why should you anyway stop and wait? You have your own stake.

I’d rather just be on my own. Surely, there must be a way.

I do not expect the sun to shine, All I ask for is a ray.

A little ray of hope, of inspiration, of anticipation.

All I really ask for is the true way to my destination.