Conflicting Minds

A lot can happen over coffee. Or chai pe charcha  Whining over wine  Or whiskeying away in glory!  This festive season I had neither Not me, blame it on the weather. Times are tough and I ought to be stronger.  Nights are short and days pretty longer.   A thought that always comes to mind  Missing the ones, please help me find! Genuineness that’s lacking, I hope someday.  What I seek is comfort and getaway. Love me truly and harder than ever, All I wish for a moment of bliss than forever.  Nothing makes me glad than a glass of cheer, Mind I cherish the bottle, remember dear! Closer it gets and there comes a barrier, I haven’t doubted or asked why here?   Tell me what not I have done to reach nearby. The only simplicity I choose, Just win me one, nothing to lose. I realized deep within my heart, That it wasn’t meant in the start. There’s something to I always wanted to hear, Be not afraid my love, th...

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Failing and falling, Dawning and realizing Follies of youth, Fantasies of truth Never a miss, The breath of kiss, It’s hard to tell, Stories that sell, Deep down the burning desire, Heaven or hell in fire Not on purpose I trod, Realms so broad.   No rhyme no reason, Passed every season, Situation so tense And feelings intense Everything unplanned All I needed is a hand, Keep the very caress, My needs to address, Unsure what it’s named, None of us to be blamed, Had this not be a sign, To err is simply divine.

Classics are back but I miss my letters. Digital media has got it better. Skipping words and using shortcuts Emoticons have replaced, I’m going nuts. Interpretations are many to guess What it brings to mind is mess! Lost the memory and the touch Friends too many, posts too much! I recall the days that mom read out Each letter to us that came about. Emotions so true and way I understood. Making us feel the way it should.   Times have changed and so have I, Minds are ruffled and ought to lie. Seems all so superficial, Words became so artificial. Framed with so much thought and care Say those words that fail to dare. I still have treasured the words so true Years had passed, it gave me a cue That I should bring back prose and poetry Do the right, just and contrary. My love for letters never grows old, For eternity, some stories unfold!

Silently working, Hiding emotions, Subtle the breath, Meaningful actions. I hold onto the emotion, The feeling is real The outcome is uncertain Although my mind is here. Nothing can tell The true confession. Lies ahead of me, A total unseen direction!   My heart that dances, For the hope that’s there. What to interpret There’s none to care. When it’s only mine, And no one else’s. Treasured so secure Believe it exists. There’s always a yearning, Blissful, magical and special! Thinking about the next move, Looking forward for that unseen direction!  

There’s always a reason to believe, Never have I ever tried to deceive. Hidden words could express My emotions you could guess In love with what I am And have the potential to Walk miles to achieve The very road I wished to travel Couldn’t stop being free Nothing could stop me ‘being me’!   Storms that cannot cease me Winds that cannot change me Bring on every weather No fear, no flutter Uniqueness is now overrated It’s simplicity and genuineness That strikes a bond Being true to what I stand for, It’s that little acknowledgment I seek. Nothing could stop me ‘being me’!

Gazing at the beauty, Treating to the eyes Touching my very soul At the blink of an eye Sweet caress of the Moon Dreams that cover me In quiet little moments Surrendering all I have Living the Moon Dance!   The Love I sense The touch I can guess Swiftly beaming so pure Shines in all its splendor Shimmering like the gem Treasured as it appears! Rare as long as you stare Breathes that emotion Living the Moon Dance!

Raised and reared, Rooted and grounded. Breed so rare, Standing with stare. Better off a dozen, Learnt life’s finest lesson. Dearing to dare Thoughts that scare. Way beyond measure. Rooted in treasure!   Every moment it takes, Every breath that awakes, Succumb to pressure, That is life’s gesture. Times so leisure Coming to a closure. Does not that ring a bell? I have a story to tell. Listen to me instead, Rooted in treasure!

I have not run out of vocabulary, Every word I mean literally, Day and night, the thoughts set in Calls from my heart within. Riding on my mind for sure Is this making me feel insecure? Never have I felt like this. Boggling ideas is a bliss! And it is the only one That eases as done.   Somewhere read in between in lines, It says clearly, I am not fine The grass is greener on the other side, Comes to me with arms open wide. Distinct is the sound so familiar Way to far, I am not so near Yearning for that only desire, Burning intense like the fire Emotions drive afterwards Stand still, it is way beyond words!