Little !

Not every big thing is exclusive.
There are eyes , smiles , butterflies , life , pleasure , and sins.
All are small , with inverse impacts than their size !
They have the clout to govern and make us yield .
To what one would call addiction.
They are culpable of causing small wonders, causing life happen in sudden trifling details of people and things.
I wonder what it will be to witness one small thing that will give this realization .
I feel I just did. Made my small day :)

TraNce ...

And my heart thumps with the sharp music
I feel my veins jumping off my soul
I feel caught in the crescendo
I feel trapped in my boots
in my want to step up the selfless  ground
and sometimes envisage music taking over
the shadows wanting the space
to release from the souls
they feel the urge to go beyond
the constraints , the binding force
to wander in the beats , in the pop of my favourite instrument
with the flute I can play around with
my want to surrender to the trance at times
to swing carefully like the piano keys
and when I see the stage I feel the rush to make it mine
as the trance has been forever with me
and I love belonging to it at my random moments
I again feel caught , in the urge to yield myself !

AnoTheR rIgHt PlAce ...

I almost thought someone pushed me from heaven 

And I landed up in a earthy place

I felt the heat , or say the warmth 

I had yet to find that place to grace

The Gods gave me some gasps of initial oxygen

And I reached a translucent place

I opened my eyes, a bubble in my sky

In a few moments that I never knew how to measure

I landed up in another place

I could feel the heat , or say the warmth

A place where all people grace

I was clothed with certain discomfort

Till I reached hands bigger than mine

I could now see the eyes longing for me

Eyes longing for her miniature face

I resembled two people in this earthy place

both with eyes wet and hands firm

It felt like heaven again , another right place !

Doesnt WanE..

Rivers, Rain , Weather , Glaciers , Mountains , Emotions , Love and Life wanes.

Priceless things fight to win perceptions in their favour. And the other suffice by their mediocrity .
I wonder how big a deal is to make your presence felt and touch the lives of people who want you... and if there is no deal.. then why does waning of things effect...

The pen in my hand wants a few good words.. and is disappointed as I'm doing no good to its ink.. He feels I'm selfish , and he is selfless. For everytime I need him to pour down my entire atmosphere, like a sand that pours down leaving some traces behind you cant easily shrug off.

I hope its ink does not wane, for above all I need a pen atleast !
Im happy being neither priceless , nor mediocre ...
The very though of running for my own things scares me...
If they do not belong to me... I can be happy belonging to them...
No its not compromise... Its having the sand I always wanted in my hands... !

Like SilEncE

I cant hush your motion towards me

I would do that when you plan to go away

with silent eyes I can stop you to move away

and make my land lost in wilderness 

I could tread no land without those mischievous eyes

I need them as a reason to open mine at times

I could see no space filled with things

Till it had the two of us in it

Insanity runs through me when I see your dark eyes

And I know then whats to loose

and love to never find

What magic will those three words do to my world

When its already been iterated , in all the blinks and smiles?

I fear you'll vanish on my touch

or turn to smoke and leave me unrested

Arrest me I surrender , under those silent moments

I'm culpable of being verbose in your silence space

I love to be prisoned in the closed and opened eyes

Silent is the love, and I feel loved beyond times!

Courtesy NeeDs ..

The wind can caress my hair
Unlike it turmoils the storm
Need is different of the cloud and my comfort
settles in little times in which I claim to belong

The sound can soothe my day
Or create a mayhem never expected
Its necessity is different , in my name
a mob or a group can be the two names

The wait for longing will end or not
Or the wait is rather worth or not
I can watch the sunset even at dawn
need is different , for me and for all

The purity might vanish in the smoke of my rage
I might be ignorant towards my patient ways
The rain can wane my thirst to some extent
Needs are different for me and you
you might take a thing as dope
and I can call the same
as your name !

For the stories on needs told to me.. I feel there's nothing more needful.. than desiring a thing that you hated in  past !

BirtHday Wish

It isn't easy being around when for someone you love ,when its just night that surrounds

Peace that refuses to sink in, at certain bad temper days

And people still promising you sunshine in the dark , and umbrella in rain

Chocolates when I'm nervous , enough to make them nervous!

With the 21 candles I burn , I wish life to treat me unburnt ... fresh ...

I need to learn still , to grunt , bark , and like humans these days , ignore ...

Gift me a mature T shirt ... If not a bent of mind !

Over with my 21.. there's just one thing I'm clear with.. I still need to grow up.. I'm still into esoteric dreams!!

;)

For all those who bear with me when I'm unbearable 

Thank you !

love

Sakshi !

FallEn In PlaCe ....

Not always does the autumn leads to a fall

Its sometimes the urge to look above and beyond

A certain enigma runs through the place

It accepts my fall , in accordance to my height

I wish the level could define my colour

Or add few dying hues to make me stay there for long

The autumn near or far , is sure a reason of fear

But more dangerous is the fear 

Is loosing the nerve to stay there of all

Sometimes its important to look above and know

To find a new level

To head above and grow

To revive again and freeze

At the right place , like the melted snow

The ground took me with a sullen peace

Fallen like the autumn leave

Traveled the air in spiral weaves

rested on ground , full of unease ..

The running destination

With each tree pass

I saw my life reach another destination

Each person that passed my window

Seemed like a destined stranger

Of all the sounds that wanted to connect

Of people offering

And people denying

The truth seemed as vague as the distant road

To the destination , I was someone unknown

And sometimes it seems a caressed dream

Sometimes a thing beyond my reach

The sun sometimes gave me the darkest times

And sometimes rendered me its silk warmth to keep

There's a shining light of that place

That draws me towards it in the black nights and grey days

There's no reason to deny it has its own ways

One running destination and its race away from me 

I will catch it like my own, like sleep catches dreams !

It's a MattEr oF sImpLe wOrdS ....

Behind the bars of the thoughts that caged

I wandered in amazement of the curiosity they arouse

Above the restrictions of the silent eyes

I answered some , using the deserved words

I could not find a yes for a no

Or some that would carefully change

A goodbye to a welcome

I could only learn the art of negotiating

In between the lines , made of words

Of the curves that render some meaning of their own

Only a matter of simple words

Ond I'll slip into what you would want me to be ! :)