History binds..

A drop of hope
A pinch of fear
To gather courage
Smiling ear to ear

Pick up the bags
Move upwards high
Hasta lavista
Farewell and goodbye

Another world
A new endeavor
Adrenaline rush
The beginner's fervor

All work through
All work hard
All look up
And pray to the lord

The work's undone
But how could it be
To undo something
To set yourself free?

History binds.

Some dream...

Nothing remains when it ploughs
Not even the darkness
The shadows die 
With the morning light
Not a thing to remember by
The basic nothing

The things that were
Perhaps that could have been
Have lost their presence.
I have lost my mind
In a nonchalant dream

I wonder what I found
Or simply what I lost
For nothing remains
No space just time
Words to live by
Words I don’t remember

The silence grows
Devours me
I try (but)
There is no waking up
I must learn …to live without
what is hollow

Your heart.

Best things in life are free.

Have a goal
Aim for the star
Rise and shine
This is your hour
Blink and chirp
Never look back
Work to keep
The best things intact

Best things in life
Are always free
It's what you choose
And who you want to be
That keeps you away
From things that matter
You think you work to keep them
Lest they shatter

The life you choose
The things you want
You think you want them
But memories would haunt
Not of the shallow
Dark sides of the past
But the satisfaction gone
Because your path wont let it last.

Choose wisely
Think straight
Take what you get
Dont fall for the bait
All these theories make you forget
The things you get
From the moment you were a babe
The happy days the happy smiles
All the things that are worthwhile

The reason why you work
The reason you happen to forget
Because the best things are right by your side
The things taken for granted
You believe in reaching the top
And then looking back with glee
But then you realize
That "BEST things in life, are FREE ".

Your pen, mine.

A shy artist with a pen
Scrutinizes the world from his den
Writes and writes about the fire within
Writes and crumbles his poetry and throws it in a bin
Writes again with more thought
But with the passion gone he wouldn't get what he sought
So he digs back and 'un'crumbles the previous page 
And realizes that what comes with passion does not come with age.

Just scribbling..

We think we write
Sometimes with love, sometimes with spite

Sometimes in sorrow sometimes in plight 

Sometimes with joy and sometimes in the silence of the night

But what we write is only right

When the flow is tight and there is no fight

Between the heart and the brain, when words just fit with delight...

But then there are some
Whose words are only right when the mind struggles

They try to bring their thoughts together like overlapping bubbles

And in that fight the words sound right
They perfectly fit for the poet's delight...

The complications are gone the meaning is clear, 
And that gives one a perfect insight.

Be the chirpy one...

Don't you want to explore
Turn the world upside down
Like it is your room
And there is something to be found?

Don't you want to go out
And feel like you are inside
Feel liberated and safe
Like you have nothing to hide?

Don't you want to live
Like you would die tomorrow
No uneccesary caution,
Without worries and sorrow?

Don't you want to get
The things you desire
To work just to get them
And not have to prove anything or aspire?

Don't you want to not do things for the sake of doing it? I do. I want.

The past you don't want, the future you can't have.

It's over it's gone

Feelings unborn

The angels have died

For each one had cried

Shed worthless tears

Yet no one endears

The hopes that shatter

The things that matter

The love that's gone

Lost and nobody would mourn.

Not anymore..so let's move on.