I believe

There are many unquantifiable things in this world
They are not measurable
They are not supported by facts
They may not even be found again
Yet, I believe in them.
Coincidence or luck or a twist of fate
Everything happens for a reason.

Standing by with a bag to hear a hello from a stranger was coincidence
And getting to hear to black sands with butterflies in my stomach was sheer luck
And the it was the twist of fate which laid me on these tracks of prosperity.
They all worked together, to make my destiny.
Destinies aren’t written, they are made by the human living that life.
A supreme power, is not what I’m denying
There is a creator but what are the next duties
Of that im not sure.

It’s just a matter of time
And whole lot of coincidences which decide the later.
I breathe today I might not tomorrow this depends on my luck.
Or maybe, I will be saved in the hospital to bring a twist.
Like I said before they all work together, to write my destiny.
Destiny is not pre-ordained, it’s written in chapters or in volumes.
There is always a chance to change it as the new chapter hasn’t been written.

If I hadn’t done that I wouldn’t be this
and if I didn’t do this I will not be that.
There are events one after the other.
Events are nothing but coincidences.
Why did he have to wear black the day I wanted to make my final decision? Coincidence
Why was it that what I thought I could never let go was so easy to leave? Luck
Why is that I took a whole u turn on the path I was heading? A twist of faith
You see again? They work together.
Deciding on every step I take, writing my beginning and end
And letting me to embark my journey.
There is always a path to reach finding a way is all it takes.

It isn’t easy to agree to what I say
Nor is it necessary. Yet, I believe in them.
I guess they are unquantifiable for a reason
Because it is different for each dwelling soul.
It’s just right to believe in them and take what comes
And then bend it according to your needs.
Every beginning comes with an end,
What is done after reaching the end
Is what makes destiny!

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He

Is he a serial heart killer or is it just me?
Cause I was swept of my feet within no time.
I was floating in air towards a dream world.
Effortlessly he tamed me to fit in.
I easily gave in cause my mind was fogged.
He reached my heart to hold it.
I gave up on all I thought was the perfect life to reach out to him for him to catch.
I jumped to him from another he but yet I don’t regret one bit.
Its like I was destined to meet.
Like my fate was cleared.
God must have really been in a giving mood cause he gave me a handful.
His existence brings peace.
His presence eases my breathe.
I look up to the sky wishing on stars.
I look up for answers.
I look up to wish.
Just don’t take away what is mine now.
He is mine.

I feel overwhelmed.
This is supposed to be a good feeling,
but It drains out my energy from me.
I feel low then.
Quite opposite to what I should feel. It’s a hard needing.
It’s very hurtful.
Just being becomes so hard den.
Like its not enough.
Like the only thing you want is he and you’ll put everything at stake for it.
Its a need not a want.
Its a greed not a heed.
Its a craze not a haze.
He it is.
He is all.
He. He. He!

A SENSUAL ENCOUNTER

Breath unstable
Hands are trembling
Feet too numb
Churns in the stomach
Cant figure out
Mind fogged
Words are cloggy
Voice unheard
Memories spinning
Uneasiness, suffocation, restlessness
All intensified and unavoidable
Reaching the zenith
And then collapse.
Breaths loud
Hands by the side
Feet still numb
Stomach pressed down
Just observed
Mind crystal clear
Words not spoken
Voices not needed
Comforted, contented, satisfied
Just two hearts beating out loud.

Return

Return like a tourist to your own land,

Explore like you haven’t before,

Run wild among the green grass,

and the heritage you never thought you bore.

Discover the mysteries of the magical dusty temples,

And all the quiet tombs.

Experience the best of your own hospitality,

And eat the best delicacies provided in your own home.

Breathe in the spice and the various smells,

Like an alien visiting earth,

And go back a citizen once again,

With a renewed deep love.

STEP BY STEP

I have dreams but I’m not living in a dreamland

I have fantasies but I’m not fantasising

I have imagination but I don’t live in chimera.

All my bubbles have been popped

I’m looking clear through the transparent screen

Screening my ulterior!

I don’t have anything scheduled, booked or planned

I want to build like a game of scrabble

As scrabble doesn’t have dice which will roll to decide my fate.

I’m not  heroic to run against time, so I walk with it

Reaching just in time and always remain close at hand.

In my faith I believe and giving up is not the option I keep

Lists, priority, ranks, superiority I do have

Way up high on the weigh scale hence you lie.

It is not a matter of waking up to know my life has been decided

If it was so, a holy grail is all you would be.

In everything I have placed confidence in,

Is for me to latch onto

And for all the duration all I need you to be is recourse

Because I’m escalading, just hold the ladder tight,

I’m ascending, just meet me on the top floor,

I’m soaring, so  JUST BE.