Troubled Bliss

Warm like a flame, with the blue chill of ice,

You get sucked into it anyways, no chance of a choice.

It's the perfect paradox, the refute of the sane,

The irony of living, the refuge of the insane.

Silence gets deafening, clamorous noises begin to soothe,

You see what doesn't exist, defying every truth.

The rumble of a rollercoaster ride, with the calm of the still seas,

You need sleep for that sweet dream, yet sleep is what will tease.

Waking up to the sunrise, that brand new day,

but sulking at each sunset, wanting to melt in each ray.

No pain more numbing, yet no emotion sweeter than this,

Love will drive those senses wild, to a state of troubled bliss!

Ever been in love?

If there is a feeling that can come close to the innocent exhilaration of running in the open with your arms free as a child, it is the feeling of being in love.

For the first time, for the millionth time, it doesn't matter, it's still the same.

The magic does surprisingly recur.

Maybe with a lesser intensity, maybe as ephemeral as a bubble, but it does happen!

Everything...

The butterflies in the stomach, that constant whirlpool inside of you, waiting to explode, the goose-flesh, those billion thoughts that steal every waking moment, that hopeless attempt to try not to smile, the magic is always there!

Its hard to ignore it, harder to escape from it and hardest to contain it, but you somehow do, for awhile atleast, until the madness takes over!

Till then all you can do, is ride the wave, enjoy the spurt while it lasts, till by a poor stroke of luck, dark reality hits you hard between the eyes...till the magic fades away!

Some things never heal

In a dream, so pristine and tranquil,

She lay unperturbed, unaware of the still.

Asleep to the world, awake to her dream,

The trance would soon break, soon she would scream.

The heartless world won't cease to cause harm,

Deaf to her cries, ignorant to her pain, but in themselves, Calm.

It's been too often now, it'd been too long,

She still crumbles easily, not even close to growing strong.

The blood flows thicker, tears don't see an end,

It's happened again, this heart will never mend.

Time makes her unwary now, soon she will sleep,

waiting to be re struck, in pain , back to her trance so deep.

The Sweetest Pain

In love again, yet so distraught,

The lie is out, I have been caught.

Its more than still waters, running ever so deep,

Dreams are real, I’ve lost the art of sleep.

Like a million echoes, struggling to come out,

This seems like ‘it’, not just a passing bout.

Hard to hide, harder to contain,

It aches deep within, but is yet the sweetest pain!

GOA-THE WEATHER, THE WAVES AND THE WARMTH

Rain lover, beach lover, insect lover, they’re all here,

Small roads, long rides, no traffic, no cacophony you’ll hear.

Old buildings soaked in time, with a story to narrate,

Of an era gone-by, of people who did stand and wait.

Narrow lanes, leading into the waters, pure riverbanks, virgin shores,

Calm waves, soft ripples, sand between your toes,

Enigmatic, yet quaint; so delightfully secure,

You can try as hard as you want, you can’t escape the lure.

Of sunrises you wouldn’t ever dream of,

Of the most glowing sunsets, leaving you in awe.

A malady when you arrive, a drug when you leave,

A cure for the broken heart, a soft touch when you grieve.

Goa’s all that, yet so much more,

Obvious yet oblivious, awake to the present, yet glowing in the look it once wore.

Growing on you, deceiving you all along,

Till you forget where you came from and begin to belong.

You know you're in love when?

1. You wear his favourite perfume while hoping its not the only reason, he'll want to come closer.

2.He's left town, but his number's still on speed dial and you keep calling hoping to hear his voice.

3.You cant seem to fall asleep without that magical Goodnight conversation even if it just lasts 15 seconds.

4.His favourite song plays in your head even when its dead quiet around.

5.It gives you a mild satisfaction, just to know that he breathes somewhere just the way you do.

6.You wake up before him, but wait for his voice to get you out of bed.

7.The smell of his cologne in the air, makes you frantically look around for him.

8.You cant help wonderin how cute he'd look in that shirt you saw on the mannequin.

9.When he ends up burning it instead of baking it, and you still think its the best thing you've eaten.

10.When you're with him, its so easy to smile even though its been twenty minutes since either of you spoke.

Why are we Sad?

Its because we're scared.

We're scared that good times are over for good.

We're scared of screwing up again.

We're scared of someone screwing us over again.

We're scared of trusting someone because we're so stuck in this illusory conviction that they're all the same.

We're scared to believe that there's an end to the tunnel, because we're too busy brooding over the dark interiors.

We're scared of breathing, because we're all going to die someday, why wait?

Thats what happens when we're sad. We resign ourselves to this all-pervasive conquering fear. The fear to simply and merely live.

The fear to move on. Thats why we're sad.