life through closed eyes

with my eyes closed, i can feel the wind caressing my hands
i can sense the touch that just slides along my skin
i can call back those moments
i can light up those memories
i can smile at that life
i can cry over those mistakes
i can wish for those days again
i can yearn for those moments again
i can read that story again

and laugh at myself for what i did then
i can repeat those habits
i can be that person again
but that feeling of present is something that i can only feel now
i can live that life with my eyes closed
coz when i open my eyes
its something different
this present is something i am not able to judge
its dat past that shines in my eyes
so i close my eyes again and smile.

Distant Dreams

The eyes are either open or they are closed
I see it every time I wander on naked roads
Cuz I don’t have anything to think about now
But I Do have everything to dream about
Distant Dreams

My mind is either numbed or it’s open to the world
I don’t know what I’m doing, what’s supposed to be done
Cuz I want it to happen, But I just don’t know how
I’ve never felt before like, the way I’m feeling now in
Distant Dreams

You can laugh at me now, You can jeer at my songs,
But I am just in a world, where you might not belong
It might not be true, but one day it’ll be
When my life would be what I call
These Distant Dreams

You moved on…

And you lied, yet I believed
And you moved on, while I dreamed
Of times that were never there
All I did was just stare
at us and into nothing
coz both were now almost the same thing

Growing up

Moving around, making a sound,

that sounded nothing more than noise to them.

Running around, with feelings abound,

Having fun and creating mayhem.

Jumping in a puddle of muddy water,

or walking without an umbrella in the rain.

Digging your hands in a pile of sand,

Building bridges, driving cars and trains.

Flying around with hands far stretched,

exactly like the wings of an airplane.

Why do we now not call this sane?

Is it never gonna be same again?

Faded and jaded, as now it seems,

Growing up isn’t the same as it had been.

People have changed, things are changing,

And I’m stuck with the question- To believe or not to believe.

I know the choice is in my hands,

But choices are hard to make.

Back then, this wasn’t so difficult,

Choices were decisions that grown ups would take.

I’m not giving away solutions,

I’m not posing questions.

This is just growing up,

All I’m doing is getting confused about the situation.

The road ahead is lonely.

Call it your luck or your destiny
but you look down on the way ahead
You find people cheering you from the sidelines
But you seldom find them on the way
You find them hugging you in love
But you seldom see them stay
You find them laughing along with you
You see them cry in your pain
You love the way they love you
They are always there for you, that’s what you pray
But sooner or later you realize
that they are not here to stay
Everyone moves on in life
not just them but so do you
You might not want to say it
You might not want to see
But the road ahead is lonely, my love
The road ahead is lonely.

For you, Who am I ?

I might be your life or just a phase,

i might be the stare or just a gaze,

its no fun being confused all the way,

its no fun living in such a daze.

” Nobody notices you until you create a wonder or blunder. “

The Circle

“I ran away only to find that it was a damn circle.”