We have crawled out from the depths of despair
we are shattered but not beyond repair
come on, its not anyone's fault
you be the water, I'll be the salt
we are the ocean, vast and wild
lets still be humble, happy and kind

We have fought some wars in our own way
some we have won and some made us pay
glory had its days, ruins had the nights
empire we built has to perish someday
lets settle down for a democratic way

We have a long way to go and a short sight to see
we are bound together, and yet still free
you be the leg, I'll be the feet
let this journey be, beyond defeat



The word most commonly used in a negative context of describing a person or an act. Its not a word that describes a person but its a word that describes a person from the perspective of the speaker. A person can only be described correctly with one sentence. 


Nothing more, nothing less. Everything else is just perspective. Just judgement passed by someone else based on their capabilities, based on their knowledge, based on their wiseness and even based on their selfishness. 
Actually, I don't see the difference between selfishness and selflessness. Both have opposite meaning in dictionary. An act which is done for self is termed selfishness and an act done for others is termed as selflessness. The act is still done by the same person. He does this act, because he wishes to do it. Fulfilling a wish of your own is also an act of being selfish. The practical or visual result might vary based on what the act is, but still the wish to do it, makes anyone selfish.
Does this mean, its good to be selfish ? Any act that gives you happiness is a good act. Be it selfish or selfless. If the result of the act makes others happy along with yourself, then even better. 
Does it mean, being greedy is also okay ? Its important to understand what happiness is. When happiness is measured or viewed materialistically, its greed. When happiness is viewed in a sensual or spiritual way, then greed would not govern the act.


YOU !! Think again

A life in your head, an identity in your mind
a persona in your conscious, makes the present blind
seeking for the momentary joy, what lies in front is not enjoyed
peeking through a transitory space, you start a spiral chase

Do you try to be someone that you are not
or do you sort to be someone that you want
do you mirror the shadows of others
or do you try to spread more of your feathers
do you seek for others acceptance
or do you question others of their presence

You are a complex mixture of your past
you are an anomaly of the present and 
you are the unquestioned answer of the future


Inner voices

Walk on the soft sand
Pressing your feet against the wetness, you press some of your inner thoughts out of your mind. The vast ocean claims you in it's vastness and you find yourself no bigger than the grain of sand that it spits off the shore. The thoughts that arise are much deeper like the ocean and as striking as the morning sun. These thoughts exist but seldom felt, they feed on your subconscious like a termite on timber. When the sun goes down and in the view of darkness, the crabs creep out of their sand hole, just like that, these thoughts make way to your conscious.
These thoughts question sometimes your current being and makes you think. But it's not something specific and it's not something you can give more thought on and find an answer.
It's like the murky waters at the shore. Nothing is clear but everything seems to be there. You can collect the murky water and let it calm down and let the sand sink in. It takes time, like a kid takes all the time to build his indestructible sand castle, it takes work. With these two ingredients, you can put these thoughts to rest and discover something new about yourself and your current being might just move like a snail to your higher self.

The endless plains

Bed of gold with emerald blue cover
lies a life that takes you back in time
where innocent cruelty of nature defines the rules
food chain in perfect balance
days are quieter than the night
lives matter until it must
and where no one is a sinner

Man a mere spectator
of this spectacular game for survival
not altering it to suit his wish
life around seems to ignore this self crowned King
but still at his mercy
to thrive and flourish


River bank

A sun kissed evening sky, making the banks of a calm river serene and tranquil. The sound of birds chirping fills the rather silent atomsphere with sweet talk. Jazz music being played in a far by restaurant gives the added pleasure of being here, right now. Alone, yet not longing for company, silent but content, like the fallen tree that lies in the middle of the river. It does not move, decomposes itself to provide life support to other smaller occupants.

On the bank, there are all sorts of emotions, laying and sitting staring at inevitable fading of the day. Some love being shared and expressed, some anger trying to vanish with the orange sun, some loss being forgotten with a beer, some happiness happy of it's being and some weirdness trying to figure out itself.

Evenings like this come and go often, but we experience it seldom. There could be many reasons but every reason have you in common. Reason reflect our choices, our priorities from where, all these emotions come from. Whatever it is, controlling your actions and accepting the outcome let's you be the tree standing against the flow of the river yet in peace.

It's not about what you do or think on such a evening, but what the evening makes you think or do.



I dream to reach for the stars
with just a paper boat

I dream to make a better world
with just a thought

I dream to cry out loud
with just a happy face

I dream to come to reality
with just your embrace

I dream to write a song
with just a broken empty pen

I dream to have a fight
with just me and you to win


Voices and Glimpses

Waves of the ocean in dark
sounding it's presence, not revealing
sometimes wild, sometimes soothing
sometimes screaming, sometimes singing
Am I aligning my thoughts to their verses
or are they letting me feel what resides within.

From the shores, it looks like a black hole
a lighthouse showing me a glimpse
revealing the scarred face of ocean
seems like a mirror to my soul