I'm Sometimes Surprised
at how my words sound
different in reality than in my mind.
At how my anger reacts
and turns my words into knives,
sharp and with the ability to cut deep,
and all this without intending.
At how the ever-changing world
might seem same at days,
and then cruel, and distant.
I'm sometimes Surprised by Myself.
The Joy of reading
Does it happen with you too?
When you finish reading a book,
The author ends the story,
The characters bid a goodbye.
But the author’s voice stays,
It’s in the way I talk to myself,
the way I see the world,
the way every story around me unfolds.
And then, days slowly pass,
the voice floats to the background,
Like a decade-old favourite song,
Like memories with a childhood friend.
Passing shadows..
I gazed outside the car window
and there were just trees passing,
people we meet were just like them,
no more than passing shadows
not more unless they stay or we stop.
But today the sky is cloudy,
the sun is dim, and shadows none.
Rain
Roared the clouds amidst the dark sky
And it drizzled like last night.
I could smell the earth, but shivered in the wind.
Normally the rains left me with a smile.
The lonely tree
Dawn broke and birds sang
It began to get better
but this morning saw a view strange,
The lonely tree got a new visitor.
Morning magic
The magic of the colours above,
a butterfly fluttered its way.
The flowers began to bloom,
the morning magic won’t forever stay.
Dear Teacher…
A book – black, blue and white,
You added more colors to my understanding.
Among theory, practical and exams to write,
doubts became a constant thing.
A teacher lead me from helplessness and confusion
to clarity and understanding.
And that day, my mistake became my confidence,
when a question in exam tricked others but not me.
Believe
On the other side of your lost hopes
is someone’s trust.
The stillness of the evening
The stillness of the evening
whispered in my ear,
“Things have changed”
And indeed an undeniable truth.
“People now don’t find happiness in smiles,
they want themselves to look good in other’s eyes “
“Among a billion of stars, some feel lonely,
the world for them moves slowly. “
“And for those who have loved everything,
Happiness is a sunset sky of hues purple and pink. “
Illusion
Illusion is this world sometimes,
I trick myself into optimism,
It unveils the truth.
The Poetic Adventurer 