Conflicting thoughts

Someday on a warm Saturday afternoon, holding a pen and a blank sheet, 
My words turn into silence, a mocking portray of emotions underneath. 
I try I fight do everything I can, words, they still elude me, 
Play hide and seek my heart my mind, laughing away to cynical glee. 

No questions asked no statements made, just random thoughts seeking place, 
Some place somewhere deep inside, a shoulder to rest, giving solace.
Distress nor happiness, pain neither otherwise, a plethora of feelings breaking free,  
Wondering out loud with nothing to say, reverberant thoughts overwhelming me. 

Peace and content and noise and commotion, residing in one splitting it too, 
Concaving time and space and the world concaving lives, impressions true. 
As colours fill the sky with ocular strokes, and everything around with myriad hue, 
A voice I hear, a tune is played, soul dancing away to dreams anew.

You and I

If I had the words,
        I would write a poem for you.
If I had the lyrics,
        I would sing the song to you.
The days that were meant to be
       filled with love, just you and me.
Wonder if I be with you,
       will you love me back, will it be true ?

So real so true.

Why is what i feel, feel so true
The fun the hope my love for you.
Did everything i could to stay away,
from things right to everything wrong
Why still then my world resonates with your thoughts
and of dreams unsung.
Why do i still find so much of me in you
Heart's desire of affection and amor in myriad hue.
Strange as it seems, life gave me many a chance
to leave you to forget you to be in a world far apart,
Why then do i resent the very thought
of leading my life the way i want from the very start.
Why do i find tears in my eyes
unsure if they are only for you,
Why do my lips still hold a smile
wondering if all this is true.
The questions that i ask, the answers i seek
all that i feel, why is it that they seem so true,
Why is that my time my day and my night
my fun and my hope and my love seem so real only for you.

Living in a world of reality
i love to dream,
of things new and uncertain
hopes within.

I love the thought of 'us'
gives me wings to fly,
the tiny bristles of emotions
that go high up the sky.

Life is never in vain
every moment is true,
its truth that makes the world go round
its truth that makes me love you.

The dreams that i dream
bring a smile to my heart
,soothing as it always is
gives me a great start.

Of living in the world of reality
dreams that i love to dream,
of things new and uncertain
the hopes of life within.

Holding on to things ....

There is something i have realised lately, my impatience. Not that i have been the face of patience ever, but this time it strikes me as something cryptic. Not everything around me seem different in a weird sort of way, but some things and some people that matter or lets say mattered seem unreal. My happiness or more like contentedness, i now believe, is getting more and more obscure from the realm of reality. Even though i feel more in sync with myself, there definitely is the presence of something surreal. And am holding on to it..........
(so many thoughts .. all at the same time ... am yet to finish this post ... i hope..someday i definitely will..... )

scribbling

How does it feel to grow ? I don't believe much thought has ever been given to that. Or better still, what precisely must one understand when one is told to "GROW UP" !!!!!!!!!! ?

Well, each may have a very different answer to this. While for some it might be as casual as being asked to overlook some detail, but for some soul searchers, it might even be a life changing phenomena! For me ?? Well, it is largely a relative term depending, if not entirely, on the person saying it. Not ignoring various awkward predicaments of unforeseen circumstances, the GROW UP would signify some sort of learning and moving on. In cases of verbal fallacy committed, if any, the same-GROW UP- would conveniently assume the form of blatant ignorance. The least plausible case would be if anyone really looked deep into conscience and pondered over the much talked about, hyped and well-paid for theories in scores of documents, not to forget the word-of-mouth propaganda(s).
In totality, of the chaos and terms relative to perception, how can the GROW UP be paraphrased in politically correct terms, let alone feel it !!!!!!!

dwelving deep into my soul, as the moon shines bright.. engulfing me into your arms, filling each breath with light.. madness beyond self as i wonder, the entire existence of universe , driving deep into the slumber forsaken with each verse....
every syllable i utter, filled with frenzied emotions, emotions i hold within a strong conscience.... the heartless dilemma my soul fights so hard .. an answer so inexplicable fathomless and crude.. the dark and the light , the truth and the untold... as life goes on and i breathe into it .... my love for you goes even beyond might.....