Moon Over the Sky

I often wonder of all the people that I come across in my life,
How did 'we' ever come to be?

These skies only bleed out unseen memories enclosed within jars...

I sleep and wake to the sound of you breathing
As I lay down in your arms
This is all in the now

For dreams are meant to be dreamt
As destiny awaits elsewhere

Amazed and hypocritical at the two shades of face
This comfort suppresses all known feelings

I will be judged but I wont breakaway
Nor will I carry any regrets

The man jumped out of the auto
Disappeared for several minutes
Came back with not one but two coconuts

These little things bring me happiness...

Musical Melodies until 5am

Just another night staring at this moon
I think I saw a shooting star too
Are you on the other side thinking of me?
I can see our stars burn up the night sky

Wonder if you see the same sky I see
Even if we belonged under the same horizon
Sitting on complete opposite sides
I want to feel your beating heart again

Thinking out loud by Ed sheeran on repeat
I open my eyes to see the way our stars meet
Like diamonds carefully placed on black
All of its lights lead into the night

And there we were with two hearts beating as one
We believed in the moment
The skies bled out memories
So I placed my head against your chest
And tried to live the moment and slept

Final Call

Guided by a beating heart
Unknown of where this road may take me
I'm not growing any younger
Didn't know I was lost
Until I found myself at the crossroads

This wanderlust takes me further south
Another day of wasted wishful thinking
Places to conquer, this darkness to beat
Where else can I go?
All these roads lead me to nowhere

Love consumes me
It drains me of energy and thoughts
It aches my bones and digs through the veins
It rips me apart of all I've held together
It finally numbs my senses as cold as ice

Vivid dreams continue to haunt
Confuses and turns over this reality
Familiar faces stopping this beating heart
Sweaty palms and heavy breathing
For once I knew I was dreaming alright

Grateful Start

In this stillness my silence speaks
The beats of some old music
Alone, singing to myself
The echo in my voice so deep
This was just the beginning.

Your stare so sharp
It frightens my confidence
As though it were trivial
and shakes my vocal chords
into oblivion.

This quest in search for reason
Reasons that even this heart doesn't know
For I am the sole maker
of this road to destiny
And I'm blessed for everyone I meet.

I have yet to achieve
These are the days
living with no regrets or worries
Always looking up on the brightside
grasping life and what it has to offer.

Resolutions

In this directed path we are born

to take on a mighty flight

Destined for greatness to make a difference

Fight to be stronger.

The willpower vested within

emerges more than ever

As this New Year approaches

Changes will you see

And better will I be.

A journey of plentiful destinations

This urge to travel

For I have no money now

But when I do, 

I will give alms first.

Small changes will I make

Starting with my own life first

Old habits have I none to break

But to remain kind and detached

And to take this path on for long.

Work Space

There are millions of reasons why the heart wants what it wants
and often one shouldn't be thinking out loud
Life has never been this good to me
With infinite possibilities of experiences
But with it comes disappointments.

Is this what they call happiness?
For it is rather an unusual gift
That opens like a Pandoras box

I've come to accept it as it is

And live life knowing "come what may"

Endless possibilities 

Fluttering in the clear blue sky

Staring at the same object every single day

I take a deep breath and ponder 

Tugging at this anchor keeping me grounded!

Crowded Spaces

It's true now when I've heard people say
"Home is where the heart is..."
I've definitely embraced this
And learnt to appreciate what I have.

Blessed to be born in a country:
Where Population doesn't exceed land space
Where purity of air comes naturally
Where no conflict occurs over race or religion.

Having lived almost 13 years
The most crucial years of my life in India
I've missed out on family and friends, traditions and nd festivities
But I've gained much.

Closed spaces with tight pathways. 

Navigation was at its worst

Tis the season of green and red

For even Santa was busy taking selfies.