When words don't come easy

I walked on familiar roads

On known paths with unknown people

And found myself where I once was

Struggling; yet happy.

Cause in all that chaos and rush

Within that big red bus

Came to my mind like chimes

Words flowing in child-like rhymes

On love, on life and everything in between

That my boyish eyes had seen.

On those roads and in those strangers

I searched for a wonderland.

I looked for a faithful band.

And on whoever each word, each rhyme I penned

Their story found a fitting end.

But all that the places and people ever actually did

Was remind me of how all my dreams were a fib.

In the eyes of those strangers there were tears of sorrow

And dreams so naive, like mine, of a tomorrow

When everything would be better.

And it seemed so hopeless: that hope in their eyes,

Which held the pain of today in disguise.

And I asked myself, "What wrong have we done

To deserve a today which has no tomorrow?"

And snap! went away my dreams and my rhymes

And all my hope of the better times

Never to return: at least that's what I thought

Until fate as you have it, back me it brought

To those familiar roads and unfamiliar audience

And I found the fruit of words in my silence

The fruit of joy in my sorrow

And in today the purpose of my tomorrow.

You're Turning More Into Yourself

Every year, every day, every hour
You're turning more and more into yourself.

You realize each moment your deepest fears,
And may hold on to them for days or even years.
But make peace with it some time in the future,
And let the fear become a small part of your nature.


And each time you unearthed your darkest desires,
You may have succumbed to its roaring fires.
But one day you stand up to the temptation's test
And put those flames at last to rest.

But there are also an instance or two
Those dreams you really look up to,
And the sweetest truth is when you discover
That the dream was real and yours to uncover.

And so each time when you realize
About yourself something deep or a great surprise,
Your nature transforms into something so real and true.
That each moment you turn more and more into you!



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Love Means A Million Things

Love means a million things to a million people
Love means a million things to me!

It means Hope to someone
It's Patience for another
It is something we earn and not receive
It shatters some to oblivion
It raises some to a new life.
It's so much more than what our eyes can conceive.

It's in the jokes that you crack
It's in the prayers that you say
It's in the silence that speaks between you.
It's in your fights and your brawls
It's in the names that you call
It's in everything you do to be true.

It's in the dreams that you share
It's in the cross that you bear.
It's in just doing the hardest things.
It's in surprising the other
It's being there for each other.
It's when you change so that the other you complete.

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हिन्दी रायटिंग

dabbling with some writing in Hindi। I dunno how good/bad this is. Maybe you could read it and tell me.

दिन ... दिन जो आते हैं, आके बस यहीं से फिर चले जाते हैं।
रात ... रात जो आएगी, यह भी कुछ पलों में, फिर चली जायेगी।
मैं सवेरे की तलाश में हूँ।
एक नई सुबह की आस में हूँ।
लेकिन ... वो नई सुबह, इस अंधेरी रात के बाद ही आएगी।

पल ... यह हसीं पल, जो कभी आते हैं, यादों में बस जाते हैं।
कल ... यह अंजान कल, जो कुछ लाते हैं उसे हम जी जाते हैं।
मैं उस पल की तलाश में हूँ।
एक हसीं कल की आस में हूँ।
लेकिन ... वो सुनेरे कल, इस अंधेरे पल के बाद ही आते हैं।

Hopefully more words will follow in the days to come!