Monday, May 13, 2013

It's you...


When days turn lame,   
And I find myself stuck,
It's you who I look towards,
Gleaming eyes, eager soul,
Waiting for your words,
To sooth my tempest soul.  


When I see no path,
I find my legs walk towards you,
For you are the destination,
That my heart searches,
To find you there at the end of it all,
I find solace in life.

    
I imagined life without you pari,
Honestly its just a dark nothing,
When you whisper nothings into my ears,
I find my soul dancing to the melodies surreal,
I gather my strength, 
From you my love every single day.
    


While thoughts cross my mind, 
I just want to hug you,
Close enough that we become one,
Physically we merge to never part,
I wanna kiss you tender lips,
And think of forever in your caring arms always..

    
While you sit there on your bed,
Remember I always think about you,
I just want you to know that I love you,
To infinity and beyond, I am yours,
We have something that's so beautiful,
And the thing that makes it real, is you!

Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Who I am...


In the world around me,
Of smartphones and their thrills,
Of the processor speed, of the technology surreal,
I find myself lost, in the world of texts,
Lost while I search meaning in the ‘what’s up’s and the ‘chill’s,
I bow my head down, as I immerse myself into the gleam of the Retina display,
Showing me emoticons, that resemble no emotions,
I’m in a matrix, away from reality,
Where talking has lost sound,
Where meeting people is too ‘Old and out’,
Lost are the days of Wodehouse and Blake,
Lost are days of finding old pages turning pale,
Cause everything today is unreal,
Stuck on that screen, so emotionless yet dear,
‘Virtual reality’ seems to be the new fad,
But I’m losing faith in even my own self,
Who am I? I have asked myself,
To listen to myself which replies, “You are the person running,”
“Look at you, on that iPhone of yours, chased by the monkey,”
“You run afar, you have nothing but the temple gold,”
“And you are running to save your soul.”
I reflect on those and I find it true,
My soul isn’t the purest, my life isn’t the safest,
All I do from morning to dusk, is run,
My life isn’t any more about happiness, its about achievement,
How much I earn? How good I am?
With these things I loose ‘The who I am’…