The Cherry Blossom

I ran pass you in my childhood
I stood a while and caught my breath too
I walked slowly holding my mother’s hand
I raced with my sister up to the house
I waited a long while for someone to come back
I left someone waiting for me for far too long
I carried my past and dreams of my future
I returned defeated and lost…

You saw the procession that carried the dear departed
You were a witness to the lost and how!
I watched the night sky standing in front of you
I was wishing upon a star that was born
You knew when I lost again
My home was just another house in the making
I packed my world and left for another
Now you see me standing here again
Still lost and still devoid of a million hopes

Year after year you blossom and fall
Year after year you have survived
I am willing to learn the lessons now
The wisdom you wanted me to know
Of how it’s a journey and it has to go on
Shed few tears and bear few smiles

Give me some of your strength
Lend me some of your patience
Let me hold onto a piece of earth
and the whole wide sky
To know that I do make a difference
To those few who would stop and look
and find happiness in my blossoms
And to those lives I will be a witness to
Like you have been to mine…

Someday someone like me will come to me too
Like the way I have come to you
Thank me with all his heart and
Feel blessed to have me in his life

Dear Cherry Blossom,
It’s reassuring to realize you will watch over
the house that now builds a new home
I thank you for being there and for being you
Even though I’ve changed in so many ways!

Searching for Home!

Always something to run from
Always something to run to
Always a hunger and a thirst
Always a sense of incompletion
Always a hurry to set out
Always a worry to where?
Always the confusion following swiftly
Always the heart feeling a doubt
Always finding a dead-end
Always retreating and venturing again

Always succumbing to laziness
Always falling back into a comfort zone
Always declaring a brand new resolution
Always running after a dream
Always tracing the details of
the dreams that wear out soon
Always an empty hand
Always an empty heart
and a mind full of everything
but nothing to make it smile

Always the past crawling up
Always the nightmares catching up
Always the temptations driving you mad
Always the flirtations of the sweet success
Always the assurance of a hollow life
showing a world full of joy
Always the mirage playing the tricks
and always the poor me falling prey

Always the pretensions of a happy self
masking the self in distraught
Always the Heaven in one’s eyes
soothing the flames of Hell
underneath the feet
Always a promised land in sight,
teasing and mocking the endeavour
of a drowning man of might
Always the journey, stations and destinations, suitcases and bags
Never a place to call, “My Home”

Contemplating Sunset!

Follow the signs, I leave behind...

It's not far, wherever you are...

Just walk a while, and you'll see me smile...

I'm just waiting, maybe contemplating...

Let's witness a spectacle, a mundane miracle...

When the sun will set, lonely this heart will get...

But if you'll come to me, the sunset can be happy...