Canvas of life

The traces of pain

smidgens of passion

inked on the canvas

of our lives

Blend with the colours of love

and the shades of

longing

They twirl together

aching to spill over

from the brim of

our hearts

Yet we mask it all

in the garb of pragmatism

and  greys of reality

Marring the masterpiece

we could paint with our hearts.

Love doesn’t die

Love doesn’t die

It hides in nooks and

Corners like an errant

Insolent child

Waiting to be humored

And indulged again

Love doesn’t fade in a flash

It languishes silently

Flickers quietly like an ephemeral flame

Waiting to be resurrected

Love doesn’t walk

Out of the window

It is jostled and pushed

Beneath the carpet

Of guilt and unspoken feelings

Beneath the comfortable

Couch of conjecture and assumptions

Love doesn’t break down

It fumbles and stumbles

Waiting for us to reclaim it with

A firm hand and a steady glance

Walk it back to where it belongs

Dealing With Uncertainty

We’re forever fighting these battles in our mangled minds where we walk the tightrope walk between knowing and uncertainty. The divide between wanting to know what the future holds or waiting for each day to unfold and taking it head on .I often wonder how would it have been had we known what the future held? If we could see through the tricks and antics that time had up its sleeve? Or if we could unravel the surreptitious glances that the future throws our way ? Would life be any better? I don’t know about  better, but it sure would have been writ large with monotony and have us trapped in the rut of predictability. There would be nothing to wish or hope for and no sense of anticipation for the future to unfold. We’d be weary beings treading through a stagnant existence. That brings us back to how life is now uncertain, ever-changing and ridden with complexities, challenges that unfold each day. Perhaps that really is the essence of life and we’re meant to take the bull by the horns not knowing what direction it’ll take tomorrow. Perhaps life is all about dealing with uncertainty and insecurities and overcoming these determines how we grow and mature as individuals. Because comfort and predictability are but a trap that can ensnare our hopes and dreams and keep us rooted in stagnation. While uncertainty asks of us to bend, twist and change with circumstances which is what keeps us moving with life and staying flexible. Taking on and relishing each new experience, experimenting with things we’d never fathomed we were capable of enjoying and basically stretching the limits of our minds and perception.

Winding Roads

They stand facing us

Different paths

And roads

Winding along

Asking us to break

Our mental shackles

Urging us to cross

Different obstacles

Enticing us

Into walking along

But the fear

Of change

And all things

Novel and strange

Holds us back

And we wind

Up on the

Often tread

And much beaten

Way

Beyond Words

Beyond

Words and

Verse

There’s

A space

We together traverse

A Companionable

Silence

Beyond

The shackles

Of politeness

And grace

Where we

Don’t need

To put on

A face

Where we

Sense

One another’s

Dreams and desires

Intense

Where we see

The yearning

And longing

To walk free

Where we feel

The darkest deepest

Feelings we

Struggle

To conceal

Where

We lay

Bare

Our souls

Which we’d

Veiled

With superficial

Layers

If I could

If I could

I would become

The mellifluous song on your merry lips

The creative urge on your fingertips

The wind that sets you free

The sturdy shadowy tree

On a sunshiny day

If I could

I would tell the world

All that you hold deep

In your heart

All that

Tears you apart

If I could

I would paint

All your dreams

With colours of reality