Thoughts Unleashed

I don’t know what carried me I don’t know what I am made of I don’t know where my origin is Simply lying with millions of other grains I make this desert my place of living I don’t know how long I have travelled I don’t know how long I will sustain Time is a wicked witch… I know... it will break me further I lose my shape…I reduce my size After years of struggle all I become is Nothing more than fine dust But there is still a thing called hope… May be sooner or later May be some time in near future….. The winds may blow in reverse gear The winds may take me back to my source May be I reach provenance I belong May be I meet with my very own soil The soil which is composed of me The soil which is contained in me May be I reach the destiny where I am (For Poetry Jam: Deserts)

Holding key to the past They sit pretty at a place Some windblown…some water flown Some wear and tear…here and there Withstanding for millions of years Keeping all the record of nature The rocks that are hard on the surface Have many soirees locked within them When I look under microscope Faithful to the core...testimony to time The tiny minerals reveal to me All those stories with beautiful textures Never think it’s just a stone…handle them with care Mother earth herself dwells in these rocks!   Poets United: Midweek Motif ~ Science

Keeping heart in closet We begin the week with clock Long hauls of work Tight schedules...mighty tasks Everything is bound by time Eat…sleep...Hug…kiss Food is in the fridge...take out and eat Feeling sleepy…good night dear Yah sure…I will listen tomorrow Bye honey take care We tack meek… we walk the clock We miss the sun sets We miss the cloudy sky We skip the cool breeze Bothering about the worldly things Sitting inside closed walls We miss everything that really makes our world..... Family… friends…Parents… children Come soon dear… It’s time for home coming Take a break from the routine It's time for family unite For Poets United :Midweek Motif ~  Holy Days and Holidays

The more and more I understand life The more and more I understand love People give it so many names Interpret it so many terms But off late the only thing I realized About the bloody thing called love is …. There is nothing more selfish than love Yah true…. Every love has a reason But much more strong truth than that is Every love has a purpose It always thinks about I, me, myself Every one claims that their love is pure Every one claims that their love is perfect Every one claims that their love is honest There is nothing wrong about all these paraphernalia The problem comes when it comes to practicality Every one can sail you through smooth waters The problem comes when the storm comes The one who can take you to the other bank across the wild storms That is perfect love The one who can stand by you when the whole world dumps you That is pure love And finally T...