Suffocated

In a rush to survive, you forget to breath

Your mind clogged with trivial matters doesn’t see the bigger picture

The sky is blocked behind the towering skyline and polluted air

Swimming among the sea of people

You lose the sense of direction, purpose

You become just another swimmer

Forgetting who you really are

Where and why are you here

You kill your desires with your needs

You chain yourself to your own greed

You slowly become comfortable in your cage

Even if you want to, you are scared to fly

Gloom

The air was refreshingly depressing
The weather was perfect, yet the gloom inside lingered on to what was around
The place was painfully familiar
Every step know and predictable
While the heart wanted to fly
The mind was comfortably lazy
There was a certain amount of anger too
Not having a way out, it had burnt the inside
A wish to be someone else
And at the same time refusing to let go

Paper plane in the air

I am flying paper planes

Hoping the wind will catch them

And take the to some place distant

A height unreachable

A distance unheard of

I am flying paper planes

Wrapped with undreamt dreams

Wishes unwished

Stories never written

I am flying paper planes

And hope with all my heart they never return

On the road

One day, as I was driving down the street, a car bumped into mine. I got down furiously, in a mood to give the driver a piece of my mind, for my car was not an ordinary one. It was my most prized possession. As I approached the driver, I recognised her immediately. From behind the wheels, descended Death herself. With an apologetic look on her face, she said she was sorry. It was an accident and she did not mean any harm to me. Moreover, she was ready to pay for any damages. I softened a bit. My car seemed fine. I decided to forgive her and continued my journey.

A Wish

There was a wish that wished to be wished.
But the wish was no ordinary one to be wish.
If anyone did wish the wish it was never fulfilled.
Many wished the wish for others, but it was seldom that someone wished the wish for oneself.
The wish was cursed to live forever.

Winds of change

The changing seasons
The weathered faces

The rotting tables
The dying trees
The peeled paints

The soaring structures
The roads laid new

The glass houses
The stars so few

The old me- or not?
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Is it good to change for good?

Silent nights

Emily heard the wind swooshing against her window. Another stormy night, she thought.

She dragged herself out of the bed, stepped into the balcony. The eerie silence greeted her. The trees were as still as the night and all she could hear was the silent humming of the air-conditioners.

Thinking her half-dreaming, half- awake mind was playing games, she went back to her sleep.

She was woken up again. She was sure there was a storm in her window.

She did not go out to check this time though. Not because she was dreaming but because she knew the calm night outside would never come to know about the storms inside.