A Blank Page and few thoughts

An unknown road and plenty of time
it does get exciting than that
but an immovable rock and your old gang from college
it doesn’t get enthusiastic like that

A sandy beach, a drowning sun and an irresistible smile,
it may get hypnotic than that
But a break up song an old pal with vintage wine
It doesn’t gets passionate than that

A packed suitcase, a vacated room and a drop at the corner of eye
your day might get gloomier than that
but a rainy day, a flooded street and a sight of a sailing paper boat
it doesn’t gets nostalgic like that

A barren mind, lot of office work and zeal to break the cage
it often gets stimulating than that
but an endless sea, an approaching cliff and an urge to jump
it couldn’t get crazier than that

A blank page and overwhelming thoughts
it doesn’t get inspiring like that
and sometimes, just you and me
Life just can’t get better than that

Two incomplete Poems

Her's

In the stillness of gloomy night, when my captivators will take a lazy stride
Gathering all my courage, I will sneak out of this cage

First I will sing out loud, then fly to the nearest cloud
I will pluck the tiny twinkling stars, and place them in my pendant bar

I will clear the fog off the horizon, to have a view of the rising sun
No one can claim the terrain, between me and my only one

...

His

You are nothing but an imagination of an insane poet

Reality is nothing but an illusion you can’t forget

I am unconscious, but is conscience my saviour?

Life is not a dream, but it is the never ending dream I am asking for

...

Me,no more

Fortunately I turned, hesitation hinder covering the distance
After a gallon of blood went around my veins, I finally crossed the expanse
Neither me nor the other spoke for another million blinks
Stranger finally had to go, oh I am going to miss the beats

Before the next sunshine could cover open miles
I realized, long ago I had stopped saying good byes

Gradually I went ahead chasing another smile
After all, there must be a reason to stay alive
neither me nor that grin continued there for long
Spark finally faded, but I am going to redeem the points

Before the moon could disturb the harmony of the blue
I asked myself, when did I stopped saying love you

Purposefully I averted my eyes, it was not hard to get into disguise
A shadow of my past has just come across the terrain
Neither me nor my bygone era had anything to say
Stranger may it may sound, guilt always finds a way

Before any conversation we were on our separate journey
I couldn’t resist but recognize, for ages I stopped saying sorry

The Real Within

Got to believe this, that’s the latest trend

Followers are the new leaders, it is easy to comprehend

Your status doesn't count if you are not elite

Do it as they advance, originality is long obsolete

Don’t reserve your novelty for some other cause

Else the only way will be to follow the crowd

Got to own it, that's the measure of success

Worthless is the one who cannot impress

Your character doesn't weighs if you are out of vogue

Gear it as they do, simplicity is not a mode

Don’t consider self-contentment a thing of another universe

The command of self-importance shouldn’t over rules others

Got to retain it, losing could mean being outclassed

Limit your appetite for adventure, misfits are an uninvited lot

Your quest doesn’t matter if you are seeking reality

Be in line as they are, illusion is the newly found certainty

Don’t let the authentic one asleep, this syndrome has no therapy

Live rest of the life close to reality, you are born original don’t die a copy

Temptation To Be . . .

At times I am tempted to believe in God, see all the benefits it brings along
Many give your character a clean chit, Even though if you were once a convict
They trust you well if the faith match, chances are rare that you will miss the catch
The fear in you gives them a sense of belonging, alas! Others too go through suffering

At times I am tempted to be an Atheist, suddenly you are allowed to be messiest
Many applaud you to be a revolutionary, even though you are just as ordinary
They seek your stamp on crafty sides, chances are you are already lost in tides
The pseudo attitude gives them aspiration, Wow! Let’s adopt the rebellion manifestation

At time I am tempted to be a seeker, so mindful every face has an appreciator
Many lend you an ear, without offering much you can’t disappear
They seek your advice from a neutral point, chances are you will disappoint
The wannabe engulf you and your brain, Oh! A pathless is showing them the terrain

At times I wonder what if I am just ‘Me’, judgemental eyes could never measure yours truly
There isn’t any pressure from as is to be, even though you are encircling your eternity
Could act like a mad or pretend to be sober, image will be an illusion no one to ever see
No one to seek follow advice challenge or copy, as a least possibility I will be free!