Walking Alone..

Titles are misguiding, stories are misleading..
When I can see lot of people walking alongsides..
When I can see  hundreds of spotlights beaming..
I knelt down, to tangle my shoe lace..
With a old song setting up the mood..
I took a moment, looked behind..
Journey looked beautiful, with flowers all over..
A passerby overlooked, I could sense the fear..
Fear of the virtual world that makes man, a machine..
Fear of losing those moments that made me walk..
I took a leap, flying away, to the reality..
Walking alone, Running thoughts, and a old tune..

Transitions..

I hear the tickling sound of the clock..
Never felt the gap between moments..
Every pause, Every pulse, made me breathe..
Lot of unfamiliar faces I see around..
Lot of people holding hands and walk..
Lot of vehicles in a hurry to reach the end..
I think about the place that used to be my endpoint..
Where greenery enriched the beauty of landscape..
Where I had time to imagine the flowing waters..
Where I had option to choose over seashores..
Where I had stories to read from every stone..
I smile, glimpses of familiar faces in my eyes, I smile..

White Rose..

Words seem to have dried up..
In a desert that has a red rose..
The one, that I planted for you..
Daily toil has made it smile..
Now I wish these petals float..
In a bowl of water I have fetched..
Which would survive in my quest..
Of another rose, & the white petals..

After a break..

I went on a quest for new words..
Thirty days are too long, a moon's journey..
I had a pact, not to comeback with old sentiments..
Sentiments, the feelings, those I never felt..
I lay down to see the blue sky giggle at me..
At my experiements, at my experiences..
I notice a new energy, beaming out of my eyes..
As if it's a new dawn, new road, new world..
I welcome, in a old diary, a new story..

I wish I wrote..

This time I won't speak about the feelings, the relationships..
I have seen you holding hands, my hands..
I was mesmerised, when you passed by..
Once I looked into your eyes, I din't have a word to speak..
I knew, I won't make a everlasting bond with you..

But listen, I live on a hope, on a hope that's like a bubble..
Flasing many colors, showing vigor, flying high..
Although, I feel you are gone, I have you, left in me..
Something that doesn't go when I wish..
People cry about the pain, they put it in  portraits ..
The one with your smile, I have bought..
Gave it a place in my heart, & every beat roars for you ..