Way to be...

Why dont I write about things happier?
Stop brooding about things that are crappier.

The thoughts sent to the world,
come back to you,
Let me give wonderful,
Let me get wonderful.

For wonderful is the way to be,
And hope is the way to see.


P.S: This was written after a series of 'sad' poems some days ago!

A deluge...

Why are they missed?
When they were, were they cherished?
Why are changes resisted?
Why are unknowns feared?

Why are pasts regretted?
Why are futures fretted?
Why are people blamed?
Why are those dreams tamed?

Why are there only questions?
Would life be any better with answers?

Trains, of thoughts and of stations...

Its 1 a.m, is it late night or early morning?
Sleepless, wonder where the train is going.

What if the tracks give way,
What if a big boulder gets in the way?!

Imagination is the limit, it feels,
To all the possibilities that could go wrong.

Hold those thoughts, say a prayer,
What is meant to, will anyway occur.
Incoherence lulls, tiredness engulfs,
Darkness transforms, comfort seeps, sleep thankfully soothes.

Dealings, feelings and all that BS...

Dealing with self, one must learn,
For times get lonely, life aint so fun.

Untamed feelings can cage,
thoughts torment, fancies engage.

Wonder why take anything serious,
Stay calm and still, hoping this too shall pass.

Easier said than done,
Have to pay the price, not everything can be undone.

Tiredness of spirit...

Cant rest enough,
Cant find that spring of energy,
That I thought would never dry.

But the heat of summer has taken its toll,
For I am restless and without a soul.

How would the spring replenish?
No respite? Is rain the only hope?
Meanwhile, how do I wait, how do I cope!

Cup of tea...

More empty than full,

Life is, but, wonderful.

Sometimes ponder how else could it be,

Living, as is, my cup of tea.