Happiness

There are paths to happiness. They say happiness is in you, you have to look within. It’s often said that happiness is a journey, not a destination. You move through it, not reach. What do you notice? Where did sadness go?? Look closer, it has always been here. Suffering makes you realise what happiness feels…

Rumination

From torn sketches to lost books, it has been a tedious ride. I remember the wind in my hair and sunlight on my face as I rode my bicycle to school and the tears that ran down my cheeks because of broken things. I’ve travelled miles of years from dusk till dawn, bound to people…

Yes I see them. Those clouds floating away abandoning my skies, making way to sunlight. The rains have gone and the days shall now be long; air carries the season’s warmth. I miss the cold, that chill down my spine; I shed the skin that I once called mine. A strange feeling of comfort creeps…

Boat

Life to me is a boat that’s leaking; It’s always been that way. You sail into the waters and float until you drown. The water is all you got, the water is what keeps you afloat and the water is what drowns you. Destination is not where you reach; it is where you stop.

Bob.

Bob was a regular fish who swam with his shoal. He enjoyed floating with lighter current and was also popular for going against the tide. It was a regular day for regular bob, shoaling and chewing on his food. The moon’s position wasn’t in their favour that night, the tides were high. When the directions…

I set out at dusk, the road is warm and dusty. The sun’s retreating, you see, scared little twat knows I’m out to get him. The sky is bare now, its nakedness turns me on. The clouds take their time to dress it up; ah! there they are, the stars! Sneaky bastards! I hear the…

Where to?

Except for those street dogs in the suburb, loneliness loomed on this usually busy road. A few bikes went past me as I drove slow, soaking in the sunlight. It could’ve been a good day; everyday can be a good day, if only you could do something about it. On the left stood a bus,…

Air.

Stone pines. Tall, rich stone pines. Why now? Because they were passing by; no, actually she was passing by. Stone pines. On both sides of the road. What lay behind those? Grass and other trees of course but who cares? She could only see stone pines. They’re the only ones she could name. The rest…

Floating in the air, Off of this cliff, I jump, Into this abyss, Losing sanity, To reality Where sun shines darker, Where night gets brighter; Can you meet me there? When the rain flies upward And trees grow inward; Shall we stop and stare? At the unicorns that graze In the ocean of despair; Smiling…

Where am I?

The night is as dark as it can get The road is as far as it can go The journey is harder Spirits are at their worst World becomes an illusion Thoughts turn into delusions Words have dug their grave Courage has gone its way No ray of light No reason to stay I walk…

Way

Whistling winds sang along And I walked my way On the roads lonely and long "If you're not weak" I heard him say "You can't be strong" I searched for the place Where I belong So many eyes, words Waving hands and Hard goodbyes Still waters, silent hills Naked skies and snakes on road Whatever…

Bird in water

Sail away, little birdie The skies have abandoned you Times change, don't you see? Tears won't do you no good Through these waters, Make your way Hang on tight, Don't you wither away The sapling has fallen It'll take you home Follow the tide Until there's no hope

Sailing

When the waves flow Into the dark And the night hides Behind the stars I set sail Towards horizon Following the map With location marked Along came a cyclone Ripping off the mast I hear the skies roar Like it's the God's wrath "It's not easy, son To find your destiny Neither is it far…

Take me to the shores, As I clutch at your shoulder On the great black horse Chasing the sun, Racing with winds, Through the grass and boulders At the far end, you see? That's where the ends meet Blue skies turn red, when we reminisce Red turns black and we mourn the past Seasons come,…