Love Live Life

  Why good people come at wrong time… why right thing happens at bad time… How out of those millions of grains of sand you turned out like a mirage… where only I see you as an exile of my life. No wonder when others say why now? I wonder why not? I never had one… such…, never found one… never saw such…, such a flower glooming out of the thorns in the shadows of the life… where I am being in the edge of knife…     Nothing matters… no talks of head faced backwards form the looks unknow… no walks which drifts away facing us… It is true… and surprising even to me… how little has passed but how large the impact is… its quick… its fast… what scares me is how long will it last… Yet everything matters… to me… then I wonder how the skyscrapers are been transformed to dust on my grounds where your land is not even shaken… From every look… from every word… from every moment to every second… count… its never wasted rather treasured in the depth of heart… But it is enoug...

   A foolish hope… riding on the waves of emotional dope… Desiring yet shying away… loud sometimes… and timid otherwise… being more fragile, with no scope… A promise, that I have tried to keep… but the situations sweep away everything, and left a heart there to weep… The one which was strong… the one which was alone… but a lonesome now… Trying to mark those words, trying to fight with self… controlling sometimes… admiring but, unknown of the way where its driving… All that was said once, all that was warned has come to life… the laugh of dead all around the life… where known was nothing but you and now forgetting you… for you… Those words… of glitters not magical… those moments of wonder… where you always left but the heart stayed… longer… where it talked from where you stopped… and hoped that you stayed… Never thought of stealing you… never thought of slipping in… always known to be mine and me with you… Reality is like thorns which pierce the imagination… belling out...

Everything started in a vain… at the end nothing was gained. Wasteful event for those goals oriented and success driven… But, an album of memories for lovers of life ridden… Life… described, admired, advised sometimes, and dreamt of many a times… yet, never lived at times. Not everything was shaped well but nothing was ruined… Being imperfect, everything was well set, with those boundaries of freedom… with those empty glasses of seldom, covered the beauty of boredom. Its about time, when, life ask for life which is beyond the existence and closer to divine… The hue of blue revealed the darkness in the light… the music in the air and the lyrics at the sight… where memories were babble… and the true self was desire… Those faces, those talks, all those jokes, and every single hope… everything was there… but in the everything nothing was there… except they who had arranged it without self being and by being mean… Being mean to those bunch of collected, educated, yet uneduca...