Friday, January 15, 2010

Vectors oF Thoughts...

Sometimes I hate being who I am
With a wide eyed wonder I tread along,
with a zeal and zest I try to smile.
Then why i fail...Why i fail to laugh,
laugh my heart out into the infinite silence.
Few lines are are often penned,
Few thoughts crosses my mind,
Then why the actions results in a void?
Returning to subconsciousness, I feel
I realize the importance of a life.
When we die we are dead,
we cannot do anything than to lie instead,
But now when my heart beats...when i feel, i see and i hear
why is it that i am so far yet so near?
For loss is not my greatest fear
As one has got to loose his near and dear
Thus goes the Cycle of Life uncaught,
and thus goes whirlwind my weird thoughts
...that narrow lane then that churlish scream,
the wide streets, still not awake from its late night dreams.
The previous night is an en-passe like a forgetful hangover,
I wouldnot think of it now or never
I could not remember when i last smiled,
as it lasted for a little while.
Like the morning dew shimmering in the refulgent sun,
the smile was ephemeral and vanished before things were done,
before words were said...
or even before eyes met!