Path Undrained

Torn between deceptive glances of a bygone world

And susceptible nature of what is to come

An innocent mindfulness stands still 

Holding onto the stormy waters

With the strength of healed will

Where shall I take me?

A constant question framed to mind

The unanswered prayers are all over the place

Where shall I stay?

For another day?

अल्फाजों की बुनियाद पे कुछ लम्हे ठहर गए

जब मिला मौका गुफ्तगू का, सपने सारे ठहर गए

एक चाहत थी मजबूर उम्मीदों तले

वो बैठा रहा सामने, लफ्ज सारे ठहर गए

The Ugly Truth

Some things are too easy to break

Such as illusions

Or the illusions of love

Or of the protective layer you imagine around you

The people, the friends, the lovers, 

The family

The attachments are too fragile

Too fragile than the materialistic nature of it

Too fragile to even comprehend its fragility

You think you are holding onto a rock

But the truth lies in realizing that even that rock

Is only made of the grains of sand that cannot be held back

They flow out like a mere ticking clock

And such is the frailty of illusions

You may grieve

You may grieve forever

But if only you can control and accept

And desire to move beyond

And ahead of all the possibilities

Then pave your own path

Of accepting the truth

That is ugly, but it is so. 

And is yours alone.