Letters to you

Some more time has gone by
am back from a slow quiet walk
away from the mad rush of it all
I have found sometime to talk

Nothing major to crib about today
no major tantrums to throw
no violent swings of mood
nothing to put up a show

I talk to you and wonder
whether you are for real or not
try not to get caught in the mind though
having realised the futility of thought!

Slowly as the sky changes colour
naive to assume it would never so
reminds me of the age old adage
you shall reap as you shall sow

I look at the half lit horizon
see you fly far and high
end of day or break of dawn
from what I see, it's hard to say

Whatever it may be
am glad that you hold me through
though things have changed with time
I still write my letters to you!

May the dream never die

All men are born the same
our dreams define who we are
define where we belong to
and you, my dear, belong to the stars.

Those twinkling million lights
the mysteries that they hide
the stories that they tell
are for yours to find.

So go ahead and find them
find the time to star gaze
find that shadowed voice inside, and
not get too involved in this maze.

Great thing you will accomplish
high and far you will fly
but amidst all of it
may the dream never die. :)

Accepting Change

Hello ppl,

I am on a trip rite now to my native, Kumaon. Distance gives perspective and time, both much needed to write. The inspiration for this piece is a plain old boring fact (being that: Everthing that is will change) and my learnings from the same. As much as a cribbo I am, I am learning to ride the wave :) and not 'crib' bout yesterday's calm seas! :P Without much ado, here it is...

Accepting Change

I know it isn't advisable
I know it is probably no worth
as much as I try to stay in the now
my thoughts sway back and forth.

Another time it was
another time it is now
as I sit, smile and wonder
times sure have changed and how!

I know that change is constant
for what is know shall not remain so
accepting change still takes some effort
just knowing it doesn't mean being so!

I could dwell into the details
as I am tempted to draw compare
what good would it bring though
just some more pain and despair.

As by each passing day
I come across something new
something that wasn't so before
I stand and witness the changing hues.

Some shades hit me hard
Others I smile as I swathe
as I try to pull up my walls
and take shelter in my tested faith.

For all the derivatives that have changed
I hope the underlying has stayed the same
familiar respite I find in the ink and paper
and am back to the now from the memory lanes.


My trip is coming to an end now and have another inspiration to be penned down, about my trip and my experience here :) Hope I am able to put it to words :)

So long ppl,
PC