Staring and wondering..
Beautiful is what: you or the ambience…
Peace is you or this transience!
Listening to you and everything so perfect..
Overwhelmed me and relaxing you;
Hands are soothing or so is you..
whatever it’s this makes me feel home;
Pause button for all terrible thoughts that are yet to come…
even all those fail to be that much terrible;
coz I’ve you;who makes days of mine less miserable
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Got a glimpse of pleasant light..
and thought of you made me think it could’ve been bright
Listened to a soothing tone;
missed you and the tone missed the peace mode
Walked some miles;
hoped: with me insisting you to do the same and you denying with a smile..
things would’ve been worthwhile..
All these realisations are so priceless,
how love makes the messy meaningful and the maintained meaningless..
how some people are worth every time without tiredness..
how words make me heal and surroundings take to dullness
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Let it be the city of comfort or the world of autumn,
the corner of sunshine or the planet of glisten..
Simply perception of having you by my side is peace;
and thought of you at the end of day is home
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If I say all things are perfect with you,this might sound untrue..
If I say you are exactly everything I’d portrayed,this might sound overvalued or overview ..
But when I say everything, I’ve never thought of myself ,that’s I’m with you;
how things work and how serious things end up with stupid talks of mine,
and how togetherness can cherish least desirable moments and conclude with sweet notes..
this all might sound poetic or romantic
but can’t be more perfect and true
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Messy to Magic is a process to be understood,accepted and dealt with,not an overnight transformation to be imposed and expected
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UNNOTICED WITHIN
Amidst the peace all around,
I felt the chaos..
from those pieces of me;
who were there always suppressed,pretended,unsupported..
may be for some acceptance or some conversation..
things often remain better unsaid but worse unexposed
Time fastens..
life hastens..
with life passing with time
we effort less to pretend more
we worry less to hide most
Still some part is there
which stands unshaken though suppressed,
loud and clear though ignored..
Just to connect and hear the thoughts ;
thoughts of those parts which are damaged yet has life and stories of some which can bring back to life..
Coz things within us lead louder and clearer ;
things often unheard are the best healer-
‘A perfect day’: never ever this idea just popped into our mind.A typical day beginning with lots of unclear voices..yeah now these are what we call rebukes and then all those astounding plans to support laziness and to bunk just a day and then again pressurised emotional talks and again ‘no holiday’ day..almost cycles which reoccurrence is just everyday.Then comes a day when successfully plans hit the goal and just doing nothing;as per every single member except us and ‘watching the most awaited cartoon episode on the most awaited Saturday’;as per us..yes that’s what I mean to say ‘a perfect day’ now
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We can’t control the events and entries in someone’s life,but we can control our behaviour irrespective of situations
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