I confess that I fear everything,
& coming out of my shell is yet to find!
Dear fears, I wish you could go for a vacation away from me!
with you I am hesitant as well as resistant all the time.
I don't know how to explain.
I wish I could let go of all of them
And do everything I ever wanted to do.
Thoughts keeps running across my mind
figuring no way out except thinking.
And my time is flowing fast enough...
I wish there was somebody to push me from the cliff
so that I could actually start living..
But, I get it, there is nobody except me
I have to push myself
Not for others but for myself.
I don't want to change for other but for myself..

Heard a story about a guy.
A guy who goes to college with plain looks
& tucked in shirt every time.
people laughing at him
day in & day out
to be the odd one out.

Someone went and asked-
Dude, why don't you change your clothes for a while?
They all laugh at you for that.

The guy remarked in a polite way-
why should I change for them
when they will no longer exist in my life after a while?

Cafe at midnight with a friend,
brewing a fresh freedom of life.
cold coffee, lemonade with ice.
Chilled minds but unspoken words around.
Not knowing why is it so difficult to utter a word
and it only happens to be a sigh!
Empty chairs and a group of people inside.
me, my friend but with not a single word
staring into the phones
only thinking why is it so difficult to start our talks
after a so called time being along!

Woe to he who thinks
That thinking is to be
For being what he thought to be
Is less than what he ought to be
And all that his has got
Is what he thought

I've been singing songs about you,
Though you'll never hear them.
I've been writing poetry about you,
Though you'll never read them.
I've been painting pictures of you,
Though you'll never see them...
Just like you never saw me falling,
So you weren't able to catch me.

Will I ever find you?
I do not chase now
I'm on my own
I left my desperation into the woods.
I am more of me, who stares to be still
quietly observing to its brim.

Will I ever find you darling?
To pour out my love but not too much
so as not to bore you out.
I would not empty myself to you
but to love you each day cautiously
one day at a time.

Will I actually find you ever?
You would grab me into your arms
and not leave me ever no matter how hard.
You would understand my poetry
and say nothing but give me love.
You would converse with me for hours
about art, poetry and new stuffs in life.
You would be angry and fight but holding me tight.

Oh! how I wish I could have found you by now
I just need your shoulder to cry.