Hours of emptiness

Hours of emptiness
In a Metro
Before sleep
Early morning
While waiting
For a news
Before a required call
In between
An interview.
Hours of emptiness
Like a vessel so full
And so empty
All at the same time
Sometimes
So full
Of that one thought
Sometimes Waves
Crashing from all sides
Hours of emptiness
So full of emptiness.

The journey

The journey
It's epic
random halts
Kick-ass rides
Conversations, experiences
The thrill
With localities.
Up it goes
The spirit
Down it is pulled
The ego.
The heart
It keeps dancing
On the magical beats
A freestyle prancing.
The journey
It's epic
And more beautiful
Is never the destination
But how
One reaches there.

Cycle

From there
Walks
a version
Of my past self.
The younger me
So happy
So free.
So proud.
Right between the trees
Out if the building
With dreads
With dreams.
Who knew
Years after
I will sit here
Remembering the past self.
And maybe
Years afterwards
I will once again
Return here
Right on this surface
Below these beloved trees.
And watch the evening lights
In the building of wisdom
Right opposite.
The time
It keeps rolling by.

Whatever happens

It always has a reason
Whatever happens
The good the bad.
We just don't see it
The value of it
At that moment.
And we crave
For something different
Something better
Or maybe just
We desire sometimes
To stop a moment
In eternity.
But everything has a reason
Whatever happens
Good or bad.
It helps us grow.
Reach beyond our vision
Beyond our limited perspective.
We just don't realise it.
But once the larger picture is revealed
Maybe years later
Or as we grow up
We do realise
That it always had a reason
Good or bad
Whatever happened.

~ Mystical Wanderer

Pink wall

Pink wall
With flowers n butterflies
A bright room
With Sun peeping in
A cup of coffee
With freshly brewed coffee
Between the warmth
Of my palms
It's a silent story
With hues of mild music
In background.
Keeping it all bright.
But the soul seems dead.
Like I should be happy.
But I feel numb.
Sobered.
Like the pink wall and coffee
Are just there
To become the contrasting
Opposite shades
To the inner state.
Pink wall
With flowers and butterflies.

~Mystical Wanderer

Comfort zones

Comfort zones
Who defines them?
Us? The situations?
Upbringing?
Limits we set for ourselves?
Maybe choices.
Willing decisions.
Growing out of them
Is fun yes.
But it is essential to decide
Which ones!!
But until you won't jump
How w would you know
The depth of the river?
The thrill in it?
What if it becomes a suicide?
What if it happens
The most amazing thing
You have ever come across.
The extremes are possible
In either directions.
In fractions
In fiction.
It's upto you
To decide
Which one to break through
From your intuition.
Comfort zones.
Who decides them?
We. For sure. Us. 

It comes to you

When you truly seek it
It comes to you
You just have to
Feel it
From the heart.
with purest of intention
With a peaceful attitude
Towards it.
With neither desperation
Nor indifference
But with right sincerity
And love along with.
When you truly seek it
It comes to you.
In the simplest of manner.
A sweet moment
A pleasure picture.

Empathy

He misbehaved
Maybe it was a reaction
Or hurt of an artist
Or ego
Of being rejected
Without even being given a chance
Or a frustration
Of something else
Upon someone else.
Or maybe it was the cosmos
Reverting back
My recent conduct
With so many
Where my intention was
Not to hurt
But the conduct was there
Equally bad.
He misbehaved
Without I seeing it coming.
Maybe I should have reacted
I usually do
For the sake of
Self respect.
But I somehow
Had pity there
Not anger.
And I forgave
And trying to forget
Through these words
In my poem.
He misbehaved
Being a stranger
And I am letting it go
Free flow.
For I saw a mirror image
I had empathy
And I have respect now
For every energy
Around
Is after all
Part of the same
Cosmic entity.
So I forgive myself
For my misbehaviour
We all learn
We are in the process of it
Isn't it?

How innocent

How innocent human kind is
Aah! That wonder stuck look
In the eyes of a just born
I wonder
How do humans learn
To poise that confidence
Of 'know it all'
Of existence
Of purpose
Of direction.
Are not these mere illusions
Imagined by each
For his own self.
For none knows it all
From where we came
Why we came
Or the purpose of existence.
And we keep generating babies
Dedicating our lives
To more lives.
Without knowing why.
I wonder!
Why?
Why continue?
Just for the sake of it?
Just because
It has been happening.
And we have built so many systems
Around us
To carry on the illusions
We keep getting duped in the
As we grow up
So much so
That we do get attached to it
Till we die.
Each is special to own self
When one is born
Dreams keep dissuading
Some do get fulfilled
But they remain
Materialistic
Even the other dreams
Are but desires
So limited to our circumference
To the level of our imagination
And we learn compromises and sacrifices
We learn how to get tangled
And untangled
And we keep living in illusions
Aaah! How innocent human kind is
Like that wonder stuck look
In the eyes of a just born.

And anger

I don't know
What fucks my mind
These days
Why do I so often
Simply misbehave.
I don't mean it.
No, or maybe yes.
Also possible is
That it is some repressed
Frustration.
A lot of it.
And anger
Upon things I can't help
People I can't change
Situations I can't create.
And I crave
To be free
Of all this gloomy attire.
It is more sarcasm that I have
And it is not at all healthy
It has a stingy fire.
I observe and detest
A lot many things
In my surroundings
In system.
I find faults these days
In things of past
In present class.
And I abhorr
The fecundity of emotions
I detest the society
And it's illusions.
I no more believe in my dreams
Maybe that is the most
Missed by my soul.
I miss myself
The happy me
The free self.

Numbing me down

I am loosing the sense of life
Bit by bit
I am hit by strife
It is numbing me down
This unseen hollowness
The dreams seem drenched
Rather they are amiss
Like they were never mine
Or may be
I don't believe them
Anymore.
For I have worn this cocoon
And it kills me
Every moment
And I die
Bit by bit
Every second
To months,
to an year.
I sleep these days
More often
Than my entire life
And I think
Absolutely nothing
Or if I do
It feels
Like I am pacing up
The drowning process
In a warm land of
Quicksand.
But the killing
It continues
I also feel the aging.
Tick tock
Tick tock
I roam in past
I hate this seizing.
And I have lost faith
In the future
I no more yearn
For past
The present too
Doesn't seem so
Happening
I feel the death
Taking it's toll.

This one love

It's all a state of mind
Like right now
I feel so so sorted.
After a long conversation
With my Momcy.
It matters alot to me
What she thinks of me.
And I do care
For her
And also about
What she thinks
For me, about me.
Every time
That I talk to her
I feel proud of her
For the humbleness
Of her soul
For her servitude
Her outlook.
And it is her words
That can build me
Or destroy me
For she matters
So much to me.
And if I stand high
In her opinion
Along with my own
It matters to me
For that makes me
Me.
And I feel
On the top of the world.
I feel valued
I feel so full of
Good qualities
And good words.
For for a mother
Her child is the best.
And the way she looks at me
And this feeling
Of being loved.
Yes, it matters to me
This one form of love.
I love my mom so much
She matters to me
The most in the world.

Don't just survive

To the lonely souls around
Gift a smile
To the silent ones
Lend an ear
The ones waiting for someone
To just listen to them
Or maybe just
Be with them.
Be patient with yourself
And the world
For everyone has a unique
Heaven n hell
Feel every dieing moment
Make it worth it
It's a small life
Don't just survive
Live it! 

Hope

A possibility
A hope
It always highlights
The further scope
Like a streak of light
On a dark slope
Sliding gently
Caressing, Whispering
A new dope!
Hope!
 at a random juncture
It can work wonders
Can open a passage
Of dreams
And possibilities.
It gives strength
In right now
In reality.
Hope!
It's a beautiful thing
It can work wonders.

Every crescent ride

The clouds we see
In front of the moon
In a night sky
Is what are we
In now
In this life.
The visible clouds
This one slot
In the time passing by.
But the clouds remain
Even when invisible
In the eternity of the sky
Like souls
In their own stages
Of the journey
Of life and death
Of being visible and invisible
In different shapes
Changing sizes.
But the Vapours
They keep changing
So do we.
So does the time.
Even the star
That seems permanent
In a night sky.
Also the moon
Which seems dead
For some lifetime.
And then it gets alive
To our senses -
Bit by bit
Every crescent ride.

Value

None will ever know
the hurt, the pressure, the pain.
None will ever value
The purity of it.
But the sham and display
The position and lie
That is required.
None will ever know
The unsaid feelings
The love, the sacrifice.
But the show off
Is desired.
Can't even chuck it. 

Colorful dream

The water rose like a sea
Of happiness
In puddles
In eternity.
The colors all over
Around and in heart,
The music so loud
To connect to
Every chord.
The happiness and smiles,
Shrills of laughter
Holi was dream like
Of the dream crafter.

~ Mystical Wanderer

Each morning

Sense of purpose
Is missing
Each morning
It kisses
The lack of it.
The slumber then
Calls again
To once again
Get one
With obliviousness.
But the astounded spirit
Makes a wake up call
Craves for the whistle
For humdrum.
But then
The sense of purpose
Is missing
Each morning -
It kisses -
The lack of it.

Upon my cheeks

A mild breeze
Upon my cheeks
Through the golden locks
Whooshing in my earlobes
I dance to a retro rhythm
Prancing step to step
Keeping you
In mind
Right beside me
In front of me
Around me
The feeling of We!
And I feel you
From so far
Like you are here
Around!
There is smile on my face
I feel happy
After a long time
In this state.
And that feeling bursts from inside
Making me ride
Dance with a vibe
Beyond all vibes.
So full of love
With so much energy.
Just you n I.
A night sky
Illuminated by
Moon-light.
Aah! The stars
Our night sky
We and the night.