Is This About You?

Here’s to the people
who are transparent like glass
the chatterboxes, the candid ones
who everyone knows and everyone has.
They are the ones,
who laugh, until their bellies hurt.
All the stories in their hearts,
they can simply blurt.
When sad, they’ll cry in open
When angry, they’ll ruin or run
They will write you simple lines,
and won’t meddle with any pun.
Here’s to the people,
whose tender hearts melt like snow
Here’s to the people,
whose faults always show.
They’ll fill your space
with energy,
but when you feel low,
they’ll listen and talk slow.
They get on your nerves,
and make you mad,
but they hold your hand,
when you are sad.
They perplex you
with how much they care,
and yet, sometimes annoy
and make you glare.
Well, you love and hate them too.
But, no matter what,
they’ll be there for you.
Here’s to these lovely people,
who dare to show themselves,
and not hide beneath the veils.
In their innocence and vulnerability,
their truth reveals.
Keep these people close,
do not let go
They’ll color your life,
for they aren’t black or white,
they are rather a full rainbow!



Rains are just the same,
But their sounds
Don’t refresh me anymore.
Moon is still there waiting
But I don’t even remember
seeing it anymore.
Those songs that I sang
when I used to be carefree
Only remind me of a time
that has now passed.
I have all what used to make me happy
but the happiness is missing.
It seems there are no fads left to consume.
Nothing excites me anymore.
Present is just a variable
To hold values of future.
I even forgot what it used to be like
when I used to be me.
I fear what if someday
I don’t even feel nostalgic anymore?

To you, my Life

Life, you have been kind,
you’ve been harsh.
I’ve been stupid,
I’ve been rash.
You have been with me,
but I don’t feel free.
Bound by my inhibitions,
I forget you.
I run after a dream life
stitched by old threads
that aren’t even mine,
and in that race,
I forget you.
My dear life,
my blitheness has flown away
and fears have taken over.
In this race to nowhere,
I have forgotten the joy
that love brings.
My mind is dirtied
with the tartar
of guilt and dissatisfaction.
In all the efforts and quest,
I forgot
that I am free.
I forgot
that happiness is for free.