This life… and stuff

I ride to home,
I don’t know way
I still pedal,
pedal away

I don’t know nothing
I know enough
That there is a light,
shining my way.

I see the stars
Illuminate,
and I see the Moon,
moving the waves.

I stop and stare,
at the empty road.
I don’t know where
I am supposed
to be at this time
of this year
am I fine?
Are things clear?

I don’t know nothing,
I know enough,
That Sun’s gonna shine,
as the morning comes.

I see the light,
I see the rain,
I see a rainbow,
from my window pane.

I rush outside
couldn’t get enough.
I never got enough
Cause’ it’s never enough.

I see the stars
Illuminate,
and I see the Moon,
moving the waves.

I look again
Cause’ its love.
It has these scars,
and its still love.

And then I know
why these different beings
still fall in love
with these flawed things?

Cause’ it the eye of the beholder that defines Beauty, as you must have heard.
Well that’s true
Well that’s true.

Then I meet these trees
and they hide my love, they hide the Moon!
But I ain’t angry,
Cause’ they let me play!

This game of surprises
that nature offers
You never know when u get to see love again
and say goodbye, only for a while
When there’s morning, u know.

I give up pedals,
I take to legs.
Just have 2,
just enough.

I feel the breeze
talk its talk
I can’t decipher, but I can hear
so who cares?
Well I don’t.

I am content this time, with just hearing.

I live a mess
I thrive for peace
I die for love
and extra cheese!
I go back home,
with the wind on my side
I open the window,
and it revives!

And I thank the Lord,
for all the love,
for a life and stuff
for this life… and stuff.

 

Running

I was running out of words

As I have run out of feelings

There are cuts, burns

But they never make me cry

There are people, scary

But I never speak in shriek

My voice is firm since a while

I don’t care what people say

There are going to say anyway

So I let them.

I think we all are waters

Some boil underground

Some are frozen over hills.

But I am the one who comes in your tap

Since the one who is running is only me.

I have lost a few and I don’t want to get them back

Since, I feel I lost them for good

Or may be that they left me for good

Their own good

Maybe they are better off without me

Because I am the one who comes in your tap, not them

Some use me, some save me, some throw me away

But I am always running

I don’t know from what, or whom

I don’t know when God has planned to turn off the tap

Or if He has plans to give me another direction

But today

I have got to run

Because that’s the only thing I know.

giving love is so difficult?

them – it’s your birthday week, tell us what gift do you want?

me– love.

them– What? We’ve got dollar bills, don’t you want something else? Dress? A watch maybe?

me– no, just love.

them– Ask for something which we can give.

That’s why she writes for them

I was going through the freshly pressed blogs on WordPress and randomly opened one. Reading the post, I saw this one particular blogger making a comment which I could relate to, and felt like writing about it. The blogger said that he kept his blogs private because his friends and family ( a few of them, not all (i suppose) ) didn’t care much about what he writes and he felt ignored and hurt. So let me tell you darling, you are not alone.

There is this girl and often people ask her that why does she writes? Is she keeping a secret? If yes, then from whom?

The answer is-

YES, she is keeping many secrets from many people around her. One of it being “whom does she writes for?”.

So-

There are these “few people” for whom she writes

And surprisingly that “particular lot” belongs to the “I-don’t-like-to-read” race

who enjoy everything but reading.

Unlike expected, this strange attitude from her so called “i am writing for – people” doesn’t dull her sparkles but en kindles in her, a never extinguishing flame.

In spite of demotivating her with their ignorance, these people inspire her to write more and more. With every passing day they unwittingly help her to push herself at times when no one cares and to continue with life without falling down. That’s how they give her support to stand when the ground is trembling without even giving her a hand to hold. Ultimately, it’s what they do to her which empowers her mind. At times they enervate her and the other times help her revive. (life is supposed to have all the colors and she excepted them as a part of her spectrum)

and that’s why she writes for them.

-iwriteforyousweetheart

-ilovered