Sometimes...

Sometimes it’s beautiful
It generally is
When things are best left unsaid
When it becomes a mutual truth
When the arguments end with a smile
When the defeated is actually the one who has won
Acceptance is the bliss
The ultimate source of joy
But admitting can just spoil it
It does, I’ve seen it
Admitting to self as well
Illusions in the subconscious
Playing with your own self
It’s just lovely
When confusion is no more perturbing
But a precursor to that uninvited smirk
You know it, You don’t
You don’t want to, You won’t
That’s where the truth lies
The seed of happiness
Then there is departure
And death follows
Of self, of the other in the self
And you are reborn
To write or rewrite
A new story or even a stale one

Thank You

For everything that it gives
And everything that it takes away
Life does nothing but moves on

I have moments
In which
I'm overwhelmed with feeling.

Wordless gratitude.

Gratitude
For simply feeling
Blessed inside
With life.

Right now
Is one
Such moment.

Thank you.

The birdie is about to fly

It's time
Life has to look up or may be is looking up
You take a downswing
You sink
You'r in the trap
Moving out of it
Going into the trap again
Or so you feel, life loses the zing
Sometimes traps can become nests
You are comfortable, you are high
You refuse to move, You fail to fly
You do not know
Or do not dive deeper to know
When either way you are dead
Or so you feel

Sometimes I wonder what is more important
What you are
Or what you feel you are
The truth
Or what you think is the truth
Your beliefs shall govern you
They have always done that
That is why they say it is important to believe in something
Anything
Or else you might as well be a vegetable

There are more things
Look into others
Or Look into yourself
Knowing others
Or knowing yourself

She says the birdie is about to fly
Fly it well may, but which way
It doesn't know

Ignorance has never been a bliss...