The Poet in me - 7

I am blessed, but only to a point

I trust you,

I know am blessed,

I can feel you around when I need,

You never let me down,

I am grateful to you,

When I lose all hopes, you do your magic and life comes alive,

When I am about to drown, when I give up,

You come and lift me up and save me,

I get elated when I see your hand come out of nowhere and lift me,

But everytime I am left surprised with the amount of lift you give,

Only so much that I don't drown,

I don't know if you are having fun seeing me continue to struggle until the next time I drown.

Am I your amusement,

Am I your lab rat.

I know it's not about the song & dance everytime,

I know the roles that we both have, for me to function,

I will never know what you are upto, though we both are very tight and strong together.

It's like both the hands look very similar, yet different functions,

The Right hand writes at ease, and the left hand is as if it's illiterate and can't even write a letter!

The Cosy pains

I run back to the past,

I feel like going back to the old situation,

The past and situations that I always wanted to free myself from,

I am finally free from them,

Yet this strange feeling of going back to them.

Probably the old wounds are way too familiar,

I am assuming I was way too comfortable with the trauma of the wounds,

In a bid to survive, I got cosy with the pain.

Unremembered explorer of life

Wandering in the woods of wisdom,

Finding the undefinable,

Searching for that unquestioned,

Believing in the undeniable,

Chasing the unreachable,

Embracing the discomforts.

...yet another nameless, unremembered explorer of life and beyond!

Grateful & Blessed

I am standing here, with my folded hands,

I am standing here, thanking you,

I am standing here, being grateful to you,

I am standing here, feeling privileged, feeling blessed,

Yet, I am standing here, with new list of requests, every time I stand in front of you.

Gussa thook dho

Jal rahe the hum iss aag mein,

Saans le rahe the hum garam hava ka,

Aap aaye tho bahar aaye,

Khil uthey hein jeev rashi,

JoDiya phir se pyaar jatana shuru kardhiye,

Ek bhoondh pani ka keemath hum Jaan chuke hein,

Aap ka ye gussa jayaz hein.

Thak chuke hein hum, pak chuke hein hum,

Aap ko phigal na hi padega,

Iss ummeed se hein hum, aap se mulaakath aksar ho,

Beer pee peekar thak chuke hein hum,

Dho jaam peene ka mann hein,

Bass aap mausam suhaana bana the rahein.

If life was a kitchen

If life was a kitchen,

You were breaking plates and not hearts,

If life was a kitchen,

You were throwing knives and not words,

If life was a kitchen,

You were cooking meals and not stories,

If life is a kitchen,

Let's cook love together,

If life is a kitchen,

Let's serve some tasty food to others,

Let's cook, let's serve, let's eat and let's shit and not cook shit.

What happens in the kitchen, stays in the kitchen.

End of the road

Living is desiring,

Desires have hope,

Hope has efforts,

Efforts have failures,

Failures have sadness,

Sadness has pain,

Pain hurts,

Hurting is kind of fun,

And I am having fun,

Love & people around to run the fun,

Fun till the end of the road,

No one knows what really happens at the end of the road.