Nobody knows you, nobody cares
Like a shadow, u survive away from human glares.
Trekking along the winding roads alone and independent
Ur hopes are your only friends…u know it and u have placed your trust in them.
Ur life is an illusion, your dreams-- a mere fantasy
Oh stranger from the unknown lands, what’s your story?
U lost love or did love lose you?
Have you ever been broken or had wounds, u bled through?
Is your pain lost in silence and is your smiles drowned in your pain
Do u feel the sunshine now or is it still the cold, cold rain?
Words have forsaken you or did you leave them behind?
Have you kept all your secrets buried so deep for us to find
Did u fall in love and want to go, all the way along
Or did you just give up, thinking it was wrong.
How can I tell you what to believe and what to beholdUnless you hold my hand and walk beside me on this lonely road
Friday, January 25, 2008
lines written in early june
I am just a dreamer who is searching for a way…..today,
I am just a dreamer who is dreaming my life away.
The window panes are hazy and blurred from the moisture. The sun has risen but the light is not yet coming through. I am seated at my study table staring at the partially visible and obscure sky. It has been raining incessantly for the past 36 hours now and doesn’t look like it is going to stop anytime soon. I decided to open the window in spite of the rain drops swishing in due to the gusty wind outside.
A spurge of wind hit my face. I turned away my face due to this slight discomfort but then gradually began to enjoy this tease. The drizzle was growing stronger now and so was its sounds which had this amazingly enchanting rhythm about it.
It was like an ocean on the street and I could see the naked urchin in his indomitable spirit splurging away in this sudden found freedom and I wish I could be down there with him to explore this freedom.
With Concrete jungles spinning around at every corner and empty spaces fighting to stay alive, freedom is not what it used to be. I have found my freedom in the interiors of my drawing room, my hopes and aspirations circumscribed by the “routers” and “gateways” of modern times.
Ironical as it is, that’s freedom for us perhaps closer than in any other form.
I am just a dreamer who is dreaming my life away.
The window panes are hazy and blurred from the moisture. The sun has risen but the light is not yet coming through. I am seated at my study table staring at the partially visible and obscure sky. It has been raining incessantly for the past 36 hours now and doesn’t look like it is going to stop anytime soon. I decided to open the window in spite of the rain drops swishing in due to the gusty wind outside.
A spurge of wind hit my face. I turned away my face due to this slight discomfort but then gradually began to enjoy this tease. The drizzle was growing stronger now and so was its sounds which had this amazingly enchanting rhythm about it.
It was like an ocean on the street and I could see the naked urchin in his indomitable spirit splurging away in this sudden found freedom and I wish I could be down there with him to explore this freedom.
With Concrete jungles spinning around at every corner and empty spaces fighting to stay alive, freedom is not what it used to be. I have found my freedom in the interiors of my drawing room, my hopes and aspirations circumscribed by the “routers” and “gateways” of modern times.
Ironical as it is, that’s freedom for us perhaps closer than in any other form.
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