Stop following me...

Wherever I go, your shadow walks with me...
I try to hide, but your eyes always find me...
I seek silence, but your voice fills my ears...
I run for my life...But by then, my life becomes nothing but your existence...

Boundaries...

When the boundaries of all the colours merge, what it creates is a rainbow...

But when these colours merge into each other, it creates an anonymous dark shade... 

It lacks bright shades of colours... 

I remember this dark shade as I see the crowd around me...

Individuals merged into each other, with lack of identity...displaying a dark shade of humanity... 

These were the people who when in their own regimes, with their boundaries just merged created a wonderful culture like a beautiful rainbow... 

I wonder if this is the reason why boundaries came into existence... 

To define the identity, to form their own hues... and to create a beautiful rainbow...

Take a leap of faith...

I want to take a leap of faith...

I want to trust the universe to decide my fate...

I want to feel blessed and free of all the hate...

I want to feel alive and let go of the obstinate...

Heaven...

There is no home like heaven…

Where mind can rest in peace…

With no regrets and no secrets…

Where symphonies satisfy the soul…

With no lyrics and no voice…

Where eternal love exists…

With no physique and no mind…

Where my spirit desires to end…

With no ties and no cries…

Mornings are like babies...

Each morning is like a baby, full of life, freshness and innocence, yet untouched by the world...

As the sun rises, the game of life begins...

By the time night sets in, whether you retire as a baby, child, an adult or a battered old soul depends on the extent to which you let the world encroach your soul...

Love...

Love is not as beautiful as its reflection in the lover’s mind…

Love is not as sacred as the physical being of the loved one…

Love is not as selfless as the crazy loving soul…

Love is not as devotional as the promising eyes of a lover…

Love is not as young as the lover’s evergreen enthusiasm…

Love is not as passionate as the yearning of a lover…

Love is not as painful as the agony of a broken heart…

Love is not as eternal as the lover’s moments of longing…

Love is not what people describe it…it’s just a state of mind…

It’s mutual reverence of the two souls, which is pure and divine…

Alvida...

Gam is baat ka nahi ke woh palat ke na aaye...
Gam is baat ka hai ke ham alvida kahe bina hi chale aaye...