On the edge of happiness...

I wanted to walk with you from last birth. On an empty road named dusk. Two people of this world would walk on that road For sometime… Lust, money, fame…I need nothing Just an empty road… And perhaps you! ---------------------------------- Once, twice, thrice…why were we not able to leave each other? Were we scared? Scared of living without each other? P.S.: Happens when you wake up from a soul sharing session that lasts entire night. Only to find drizzling morning. And your calender prevents you from staying back at home doing nothing.

I always believed living life in moments. Moments when you live life, when you feel alive! Yes, behind these were pains of growing up, of realizations, of lost loves, of unrequited dreams. But…I did grow up, outgrew all the pain, learnt to let go. It didn’t come easy. But trust me, the pain was worth it. Only when you live moments do you realize that there are times when you believe you can really fly. That love is nothing but celebrating a moment of living yourself. You celebrate your life and whoever holds your hand (or watches you smilingly doing that) on that moment is your love. I know it sounds weird (maybe selfish), but think about it! Otherwise why do we all have stories which never worked out, or stories which we believe would have worked out? I often wish to have wings. Wings to fly as a bird…free in the air... without chains of bondage, of norms, of being good! But wishes are horses; hence I chose to take escapades to ride those horses. Like I did today (oops! It’s yester...

Life enchants me…stars beckon me…childhood calls me…moments fascinate me. I live in colors…white and blue, green and yellow, red and black, fuchsia and sea green. Sometimes all smeared…sometimes the board is swept clean. Colors speak a thousand words. All lost in translation. I have lost my name and meaning. Somebody asked me to be myself. The name is immaterial. I look for myself…here and there, everywhere. I have changed colors over the years…indulged myself in secrets of attractive people. The faces are blurred, memories remain. Waiting to be penned down someday. Or never! I dreamt a dream last night. A dream of those years that are never to be! Am amazed and enchanted…disenchanted at times. But life has a route to follow…a manzil to be reached.   I walk in confusion and indecision…pain and love. From chimneys to night lamps, from one room to another... in search of a room of one’s own! I indulge myself. In the secrets of my life!