Moods

Slipping the bonds of earth

I dance in joy with the silvered wings

To do a thousand things;

No matter the shinning sun joined the tumbling mirth

But it is the story of every birth.

It is a story of a lady wing

Wheeling in the swing

Chasing the wind with the sling

 But it flew away in a ding.

Suddenly, windswept heights with easy grace

With a high encroached sanctity of space

Brings a smile on my face

Then comes a face stare at me in maze

I care not and walk my phase.

Then comes the sculpture of love sow

Of which even the eagle wants to wow.

Even it’s gone with the fading joy

Then the moment seems to be a defence

And there’s deep blue silence,

Neither there is earth below, nor sky above,

Only me, my breath and my heartbeat.

 While with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

Some sadness is part of everyone’s story,

Some sunshine is a part of everyone’s life

Eyes are damp for no reason

as every second is a new season

Real Beauty!

The blue sky, the steep mountains, and the vast greeneries, the chilling cold never misses to say “Halooo” every morning! This journey of 20 minutes to station everyday reminds me of the epics I had. As I climb up that mountain, it reminds of magical uncertain journey of life where I lived, survived, felt true love, made lifelong friends, stood on podiums claiming the records. It also reminds of the dark mistakes, lost good friends, let people down, and lost good jobs. This bright morning makes me find the real beauty of the life, Pats on my back and says,” Bring it on, my lady .Experience is a good teacher”. A voyage all my own.

Transformation rarely announces itself with trumpets. It usually happens gradually, over time, and then -- clang! -- A singular moment chimes. These days I started living with the REAL facts.

Beauty is never in the people, it is in the eyes of the withholder.  No wonder, I really could take it when a guy told me I am fat, unattractive and boring.

I always waited for a day where someone would walk into my life and make me realise that the world has just two souls- He and I. But matter of fact is no person can totally complement each other as to sweep off the world to make it a fanatic dream for you!  Ultimately when you give something, you don’t get back the same...may be measured in expectations or in truth. Where giving-taking is involved...there is no balanced strike.

Well… bottom line is Loneliness in these silent husky breezes along the woods at a pleasant sun rise is the best thing that can happen to someone…