Just like that ....

Just like that
someone whispered
a sweet phrase
telling me
life was so simple
Just like that
I agreed to the point
without thinking
and realised
life was
just like that
a thought came to my mind
that why do I find
myself surrounded by thoughts
Weird and wild
like a child
why do I think
just like that…
like a ripple in the water
I spread myself to the extreme
ready to touch the soil
not realizing
I’ll lose myself
just like that
I throng the ray of hope
like the innumerable
tiny creatures
hovering around
the lighted bulb
just like that
sometimes I feel
why solitude is reserved for those
who really do not find
it that necessary
who search for it
just like that
we spend our lives
yearning for something
we usually ignore
when it comes to us
just like that
and then we realise
its gone
just like that
like time vanishing
to eternity
leaving us empty handed
exactly like the way we arrived
just like that
I fear losing someone & something
I never owned
I stood there
in complete individuality
and I dreamt
it was my part
and would never depart
just like that
I lived in the moment
considering the moment was mine
until the shine
faded away
just like that
I think & think
does my life has a purpose ?
or was I born
just like that
I realise,
to fight is wise
than giving up to circumstances
afterall we are the creators
and we cant let them loose
to give us bruise
of defeat
just like that
and now ,
I just………............
....................................
Like that.

Life”abyss”October 4th’ 2008

An Empty Page......

Empty Page.............
.................
I love
the empty page
as like a sage,
it holds nothing
and is always ready
to sacrifice its emptiness,
like our echo its our own,
yet away
waiting for someone
to spray colors of joy
or even invite someone
to write a few non rhyming lines
as these
an empty page
that holds
a whole story in itself
left un-narrated,
unread, untold
waiting for someone
to unfold
the same
with creative thoughts
choosing spots
in the empty page
that holds within itself
the power of self
like the saint
shining with wisdom
of unspoken words
winning the battle
without any swords
without any fight
it always remains quiet
like a void
just attracting
its followers
to create a new cult
like an adult
it displays maturity
holding your hand
like a guardian
showing you the way
so that you may not sway
away from glory
narrating a silent story
of its own
the empty page
like a cage
is ready to enslave
you in the chain
of thoughts
& I love the fetters
invoking creativity
out of nothing
like
the empty page
giving meaning
to its emptiness
which is now filled
with a few lines
of random thoughts
poured into it
emptying someones mind
& now
I love the empty page even more
as it reflects my mind
ready to unwind
the whole story
to the world
that I hold
within myself
Just like the …….
……………Empty page….
6th Nov.-2008