Wanderlust

They say Home is where the heart is,
I would agree, but what if the heart wants to move around..
Moving around in rickshaws to buses and auto, looking at people staring back.
Years have passed, like cities..
I do not really love being here, but there is a corner in my heart..
For you..
For the filling you provide to my life,
For being the constant of this vagabond..

This time again, it is not at all tough for me,
Answering people when shall I come back again..
There is contradiction in emotions too. 
I am not sure how important these people will be..
Or you, in that matter,
You will remain a muse forever.
For being the constant of this vagabond..

Humane

We pray to God for the things we want,
While trying to adjust to the unwanted circumstances that it gives us. (I prefer calling God as it as I am not quite sure of its gender).
We procrastrinate. We crib. We work and cry.
While we keep believing that God looks at us from up there.
We are so orthodox.
We read Gita, yet we want results.
We are hypocrits.
We break hearts, yet have expectations. 

Craving

Darkness is difficult to comprehend.. 
We don't get to see, 
Its soothing, yet hurts us.
Dust can accumulate so freely in the dark. Insects start searching for the light.
We keep looking for things to hold.. to touch..
Dark scares us..
Puts us in tension..

Absence

Sometimes its just so difficult to pretend.. Or even to be yourself.
To stay out of home.. To be disconnected... From another set of mortals.
There's a battle.. Moment to moment..
To work, laugh, love..
To live.  To survive..
A part of us always loves the free spirit.. A part of us doesn't want to talk about our past....

Spring

As the cold dissolves, slowly there are winds.. To your land.. 
To nowhere.. 
There are no clouds these days.. Just like when fate chooses to be silent.. 
But with the roar and chill of an uncanny fear.. 
The sky cries out..
Colors would be seen.

Telepathy

I have got a new phone now, not that I enjoy it a lot.. Just got it for some people..
They stopped texting me back when I texted them.
They say I am now connected. To them.. To much of the world..

I am not really sure.. It shakes me at times.. To realise how big the world is..
You and I... We are far..
Near with the phone..
Its metaphysical...
It is beyond much of our comprehension...
Transcedental...

Scared.... or just?

Its afternoon, pigeons giving away talks to each other and cooing in the middle of my text.
Winter afternoon has it, taking an off from the daily mundane, sitting back to enjoy your part of pain..
You can introspect the past year - that is yet going on.. and that your birthday has now another definition. Cold feet, and a sweater by lucky grandmother, the afternoon is taking its warmth away from me...

Things that pass by, or stay and leave.. take away the happiness and grief..
I will be alone like today for more to come..
The jeopardy of buying or not buying a dress - whom would I ask anymore??
I looked into the pigeon's eye - it scarily flew off..
People leaving...

Coldness in the Heart

It gets chillier nowadays, but not snow..
I tend to wrap around my own self, around clothes, 
Around you..
We fight but not much..
Distances have become rather very murky these days.. 
Yet to snow - It will probably bring us together..

You have become loveable.

Understanding of the farthest

Its okay not to be heard or understood sometimes..
It is like..
Loving or liking someone doesn't mean it has to be the relationship we look forward to..
There are hardships, true.. but better than building up lines and glass walls in a social relationship..
And then there is respect, trust.. and many such things as components.. 
Which need to be earned. 
And after sometime it will cease.. winds never stayed in the same place..
Nor does the river water..

To be human is weird.. We draw fences against people 
And claim social relationships with the same ones... 
And then want solitude..

It is going to rain tonight.. 

Personal or public

The lines we draw for others to cross..
Or maintain. What happens if they are violated?
The people we sleep with, the secrets we share.. the lives we live in..
How often do we let these mix and match?
When does our friend become our partner?