Pieces of Heart

Some one can break Your Heart
But It’s Amazing…
You Still Love them
with every Broken Piece…
You Still Smile
Coz they are smiling…

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beauty

Beauty is not measured by
a Brilliant Visage...
But
by the Love Shining
from the Blooded Scars...
Jeweled,
on the Heart’s Face...

Failure...

There is no-thing as ‘Failure’
What you do is only learn...

Does the path seems tough?
Does the stones seems bad?

Look closer...
You are tougher...

There is always a good hidden
in what seems to be bad...

Depends how you want to look,
and move ahead...

Head held high...
With a positive approach...

Move on,
the 'Failure' is just another song...

Morning Window

The light cascading
from the window...

flickering
unknown shadows...

mysterious...
mischievous...

coiling around,
removing the dark smoking billows...

and
another morning strikes
in the mystic eyes...

Solo Ride

It was high time for a ride, and a long one. I went down, but the back tyre was flat! Took it to shop, the tyre-tube was gone and had to be replaced. That done, i took off... few km further i realized i forgot my cam at home only... came back for it... Luckily the weather was just right and i finally took off to uttarhalli - kengeri road!
Just before reaching mysore road, i felt it was safer not to venture further more alone... also there were clouds and thinking it might rain, i returned home...When the day seems too long
and you are lost
in the turmoil...
When there are so many questions
and heart seems lost
in the maze...
You look out of the window
but answers itself
seems a haze...
Clouds seems dark
and winds blow hard
right into your face...
Your eyes frown
far beyond
the empty firmament...
Your heart guides
to the keys
awaiting for a ride...
No aim,
only an undefined path...
No cohort,
only you and your tandem...
Finding solace with the wind
The ruffled feathers
fleeing free...
And the peace becomes
yours to keep...

broken pieces

never love with your complete heart
'coz
when it is gone...
it pains a hell lot
and
you have nothing...
nothing left to live for...

rains

Rain drops fall
on the thirsty earth...
barren lands
turns to life...
gloom clouds,
bursts...
and
tear drops,
from above...

smiling buds,
dancing winds,
music flows
all around...
and
tear drops
from above...

wish

When I mull to bar the
And resolve to flee,
never to think again...
look ahead...
look a future sans the...
Walk ahead and
open a fresh door...
Why is that I find the,
Standing,
with a bunch full of wild flowers...
A surprise lurking
in the corner of the eyes...
Wishing me,
with the sweetest smile...
Wishing a future bright,
Whence the knows as well as I
it rests in the eyes...
Shall I thank the?
Or stay peacefully quite...

Palette of Woe

At the entrance of chill dark carven,
we turn from the warm light,
courage unworn...
But how?
Far in the damp dark darkness,
being faint and weary...
How?
A sudden opening above,
and we are waiting...
But invited back again,
to the life nourishing day...
Why?
The leap of nature longing,
from under pressure of pain.
So immense so strong...
All less immediate motives,
likely forgotten till...
the pain has been escaped from.

Caged

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
Please don't cage me,
else I'll be dead...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
make a nest for me,
where I can peacefully bed...

I love to fly away
to the far away skies...
I love to dance
to the roaring rains...
I love to chase
the colorful butterflies...
I love to reach out
to the first ray of sunshine...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
please don't cage me,
else I'll be dead...

I'm a bird
I love to be free...
come rather fly beside me,
where we explore wingspread...