A Journey : Indifference to Hope? Love?

I walked the road alone,
Not caring a thing in this world;
I rode into any danger zone,
Not bearing any fear untold.

'Desert' describes me just,
A star-less sky calls me home;
True, no plug connected to me as it must,
But a machine I was under the darkened dome.

A gentle breeze at first,
Made me remember the past as an infant;
A soothing wind it then turned,
Slowly arising the emotions lying dormant.

A whirlwind it has now become,
Raging in my heart, upon your every turn;
No longer can it now be suppressed,
The twinkling sky smiles; The green desert thrives.

As strange as it may seem,
Taking the defeated me unto un-walked realms;
Happiness i find beyond my wildest dreams,
Now complete am I. My Love. My Destiny. My All.

Sowmya.....

Dark Love...

A solitary walk down the alley, 

Watching the Golden sundown Valley, 

Content with all that ever was and is, 

Ah!  Was this one called perfect bliss?

A gentle breeze into my life, 

Didn't notice under the hustle-hive, 

I seem to be me, but not me, 

Clearly my eyes have been cheating on what I see.

The same solitary walk down the alley, 

A stranger I became to the sundown Valley, 

When was it that I started writing under the moon? 

To give in or not, I wanna come back soon.

A lost battle I vainly fought, 

For a Cinderella's spell was cast before you sought, 

So gave in to these tornado of emotions aroused in my heart, 

Ha! Now prisoner you have become for eternity, never to part....

SOWMYA......

Let go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let go!!

A transient world such as the one in which we live where a swish in nature or a mere imbalance in the body could break our life energy, why does one have the leisure to think of the less important issues when one can pass on at any moment. Will one be different if one knows of their own date of death, I wonder. If yes, then they try to live their life to the fullest and do not indulge in the luxury to hurt or get hurt, which when actually thinking, does not mean anything because no one bothers once one passes on. One becomes history. A long forgotten tale if one is lucky enough, to be told around the evening dinner by their descendants.

 The petty concerns that bothers us each day, encircles us and confounds us to be bound by its leash resulting again in diving deep inside matters which are of no consequence.  These concerns fuel our ego either to satisfy or to rile it up. It only takes a moment to actually “see” around us to realize the delicate thread with which we are hung; like a thread that could snap at any moment. Once realized, each moment becomes precious and each day is worthy of praise. One will never spoil his entire day in case it took an hour to go to his office due to traffic. One will never spoil her entire day if the maid does not show up due to mysterious reasons of their own.  If it seems to remain so, would not be worth the time, the time spent here.

Many hold grudges against many things/people and so on. Very simple questions as to how is that going to help one, or what does one benefit by it, would help to bring down the intensity of these unbecoming feelings that drags us down emotionally. Holding a grudge is so tiring a job and in a way I marvel those who actually hold on to such feelings for years. In todays’ world where time seems to slip in a wormhole, where from a kid you become old enough to vote before you know it, in a frame, such “grudges” eats away the small time you have for yourself. If one argues that holding on to them is not so bad, then letting them go is also not that bad. One can always try both and choose what suits them best. Well, how one wants to live is always one’s choice.