The Wait

The silent night,
The winnowing wind,
The eerie feels,
The restless heart,
She looks for an answer in the night sky.

Sleep deprived,
Baggy eyes,
Shortened smile,
Brightened mind,
She looks for an answer in the night sky.

Wait they said,
Stay positive they said,
But the mind knows not,
Nor does the heart,
That patience is a tricky game,
She looks for an answer in the night sky.

Engaging around in different chores,
Waiting for her lover,
Thinking about the shore,
The calmness inside,
The vastness above.

She looks for an answer in the night sky.

Forbidden

The age long fight,
Between the mind and heart,
One says yes and the other no,
Suspended between the two,
You ought not know what to do.

And forbidden it is, to speak out loud.

One step forward,
Two steps back,
A confused mind,
With answers difficult to find,
You still ought not know what to do.

Strangled between the age old fight,
Need and want with all your might,
Trying to keep your calm,
Without any healing balm,
You really ought not know what to do.

Hoping for better times,
Believing for glorious times,
There you go to work again,
To hold on to that very struggling reign,
You ought not know what to do.

The Urban Sprawl

The city lights, far and wide,
As far as my eyes can see ,
It's sad to see I don't find a tree's side,
People look independent and free,
But the nature seems caged,
And the environment is in rage.

Towering buildings all my side,
Looking forward to my uber ride,
Technology, however advanced,
Nature's not going to give away to this menace.
When and how, we not know,
How far the doom is, we ought to know,
Predictions by the intellect count to infinity,
To which the civilians have no affinity,
It's never too late to realise,
But we, the home sapiens, are paralysed.

And as my heart wanders in these city lights,
I think of my person who's out of my sight,
So close yet so far away,
With him my problems are at bay,
Three years Closeby and two years away,
The only constant is our love that stays,
Flying high, in highs and lows,
Togetherness is to what we bow.

And as my mind wanders with these lights,
I feel grown out of a cocoon,
Wouldn't say if a butterfly would fit,
But a strong armour for sure sits,
Crawling and struggling,
Fighting and standing,
A long way into this journey,
Many more to come, I stand upright,
With the winnowing winds,
And the starry sky above,
Just another night I gaze at this urban sprawl.

Under the Sky, Above the Ocean

Dark, deep and daring,
I stand on the edge of the ship staring,
Looking towards the horizon,
Delving in the myriad colours of the setting sun.
Crimson and mauve,
Painted the sky with love,
There's a dream in the sky.

Away from the​ glittering city lights,
Amidst the calm sea,
Breathing with all my might,
I unearthed a patient me,
Silent on the surface,
Chaotic beneath,
What a glorious mess,
Wrapped in her wreath.
Releasing a deep sigh,
She finds her dream in the sky.

She feels the wait,
A wait so long,
A wait for her mate,
Reminds her of their favourite song,
The mellifluous melody,
Of The Beatles Band.
Time and again, she feels the ache,
She longs for him,
In her dream, while awake.
Flying high, Above the sea,
She finds her dream in the sky.

With the whirring engine,
And the rotating blades,
Like a beast in the sky,
He fly pasts over her eyes,
She spots her dream in the night sky,
She finds her dream in the sky.

The city lights

The twinkling lights galore, 

The night looks allure,  

The view from my rooftop, 

The night in the backdrop,  

Life altering thoughts in my mind, 

With the night sky in sight, 

Pensive mood, eyes are glued,  

To the horizon far away, and the nature shrewd,

I stare, breathing with the nature, 

With dollops of pressure, 

Head held high, 

With a deep sigh, 

I look for a gesture in the night sky.

My whole life smeared,

 With Responsibilities in my hood, 

And a quarter of my life gone by, 

The world sings to me a lullaby, 

A song not of sleep, not to one I weep, 

A song so deep, it takes a big leap, 

A leap of faith, a leap of trust, 

A trust in the future, cause belief is a must. 

It's one in the morning and I stare at the sky, 

I look for a gesture in the night sky. 

Sleepless Nights, Endless Thoughts

Weirdly though, I don't want to crawl into the cosy lap of the mattress yet. One of the nights when you're having an uncomfortable conversation with yourself trying to find out the element of discomfort.
Point to be noted, the relentless scroll of the social networking sites without the slightest attention to the content made me realise, it is one of those nights.
Over-thinking, well I might just top the list there, because today is one of those nights.
Reason seems to have turned its back and has lost in a place difficult to locate, it is one of those nights.
Sometimes growing up feels so suffocating, the continuous Demand to behave in a certain manner, the overtly sombre poise, and the innumerable etiquettes that have been making home tonight, it is one of those nights.
The power of money, the most useless necessity, as I say it, the reason we do what we do (majority of the time). Thinking about the monetary status I'm expected to maintain, it is one of those nights.
The judgement criteria which people establish with your posts on social sites, wonder how many of them even know you enough to comment, but well people are opinionated. They will have always have a say. They think youngsters advice elder people as if it would be a crime. They think they know the suffering you went through when they don't have the slightest clue. But well everyone has an opinion . Well today I'm opinionated, it is one of those nights.
Lastly, THE GENERAL PERCEPTION, tagging everyone into a group and consider their behaviour to be in sync because their categorisation puts you in their defined group. No, it is not the tight way. I disagree, and it is one of those nights.
With heavy eyelids, with a confused mind, and a heart full of emotions, I try to switch off the overtly active brain, because it is one of those nights.

Signing off as it is one of those nights.