Another chapter read
Learned anything new??
Another book picked
Really want to do??
Another dream broken
Want to relive??
Another tear rolled
Past still alive??
Another resolution
Do I want to keep??
Another sunrise
Am I still asleep??
Another perception
Is it really true??
Another decision
Do I really need to??
Another change
Is it really worth??
Another continuation
What if I get struck??
Another friend lost
Did I ever want??
Another friend made
What if this one is gone??
Another thought prompted
What if I lose??
Another selected
Am I able to refuse??
Another step taken
Destination known??
Another year passed
Me really grown??

Silences speak better than words

I don’t know whats that they read out
I don’t know that song they play
I cant listen to what they preach
Nor understand the lessons
They want to convey.
My ears are flawed by the deafening sounds
Tender words no more can I hear
Neither do I want to know
If the world has changed only in this year.
And to hear more is no more my aim
There is nothing new that I want to know
Coz however little I have seen the world
Its enough for me to form a biased view!
Words seem too less to cure
Or heal the damage that words had caused
Words seem too little to restore
The innocence which in words was lost.
Words have thus lost the respect
Which always made me want to listen
Nor is there the previous lure
Which raised in me the compulsion to hear.
I neglect, they force
And I overlook them all
Till the day they fill my room
Unheard words reflected from the walls..
And when they fill my room, and blur my vision
I know what I’ll do then
I’ll open the doors and the windows too
To let them flow, free me again.
And this time as they leave I’ll not be deserted
Neither shall they need to be heard
Coz time has passed and I have known
Silences speak better than words.

CROSSING PATHS

All of us choose to/are made to walk on different paths. Sometimes by choice, other times by chance. Our basic criteria in choosing a path is not only the pleasure but also the satisfaction we derive from walking on it. And satisfaction which is very different to different human beings thus decides the path a person chooses to walk on. When a person chooses to walk on a path he seems to be very clear about where that path is going to lead or atleast where does he want it to lead him to. But paths as we all know are not as smooth as thoughts... They can really lead you to more than the hallowed at times but then can equally misguide you at others. And thus you start feeling at times that this is not the one you intended to walk on... or even if you did, you become pretty clear that this is not the one which is to be scaled by you.. and so well aware of the decision of fate or the demand of time you choose to quit walking on that path.. as you learn to get over your own whims and fancies.

You choose a new road to walk on.. this time without any 'real' want of the destination. Your path becomes not a means to reach your destination but a way to complete your journey. And you get quite used to it. This is after all what it was always supposed to do. You walk with the only determination of keeping walking coz you are too tired to look forward to what lies ahead. And it doesn't really matter too.. coz you know that this is the road you'll (or will have to) stick to, for that matter... when suddenly one day you reach a crossing.. (roads are not that straight and smooth as mentioned in the beginning).. There is only one way to get through now.. by walking a few steps on your earlier road.. You dread it, because you know that path was never meant for you but you have to give in to it to avoid stagnation. You cannot sacrifice your journey for the threat of walking on a ruthless road.. because going on is you have known what is important in the long run. So you set your foot again on the first path, rigidly this time, so that the greatest winds or the most difficult of terrains couldnt shake you.. and here you are able to make your way out of it.. as you determined.. with just one difference.. the goal seemed nearer this time, before you left.

And one day I see the star
Smiling over other lands
Lands which were far and distant
Lands so new to my end.

But for the star
The lands are not new
For it is there that
It will now shine
And those will be blessed with its enchanted beauty
This end no more allowed to strive.
For the star doesn’t like to shine..
Over dark and lonely lands
And lively lands that they say once stood
Are no more able to stand.

The star has now found
Its own lands
Those who deserve the light
And as for others
They are requested to
Forget the whim.. (if only they might).

These lands no more need the star
Or any star, that may shine
Coz darkness they know they can cope with
But not after the light!