THE JOY OF NOTHINGS.

The joy of nothing lies in the,

Launch of a drizzle

Cessation of a scorching sun

Swaying of the leaves

Chimes of the birds

Kiss of a cold breeze

Warmth of an early sun

Comfort of a book

Adventure of a math sum.

IN the,

Flowers that heal

A yummy meal

Dance and your unhinged squeal

Curves that you cleverly conceal.

In

Coffee, cream and chocolates,

Sass, stumbles and strength,

Laughter, love and life

Tears, tolerance and tides.

In YOU,

.. silently sharing my space,

..anchoring me ,in my haze

.. debating my opinions

..exhausting my petitions

elementally, you swiftly materializing for me !!

You are,

.. the infinitely expanding space

.. the tirelessly dancing waves

.. the mutating magnificent moon

You love are my everlasting joy of nothings

But, where lies your own???

Thirty Three, he

THE MOULD

CHOICE

Let's just blame it all on Time!

Let’s not claim

Your priorities change

And no longer in my interest range

You entangled in the world

And me too lazy to merge

You want to travel and explore

Me just read and snore

You move with grace

I with haste

You explore new flavors

I can’t betray biryani

Freedom you breathe

Independence I seek

You quick, Me quite

You effective, Me emotional.

As it happens now, we share

Few words

Few worldly wisdom

And gossip here and there

"Catch up ", we say!

But,

What happened?

How come this vacuum in between?

We ponder, yet we are

Too egoistic to accept

Too prideful to bend

Too much of hours gone,

Now, everything redrawn.

I believe I stopped because you did

And you believe the same!!

Surprise Surprise!

Ha, least on this we concur!

No one can ever win this argument

It’s such a grey area you observe.

Silently, rolling my eyes I mutter,

Let’s not break our heads

And just blame it all on time, love!

In CeLeBrAtIoN Of ArT !

The HigH

Have you ever thought how it would be to fall... To fall in love,  to fall down holding your stomach laughing, to fall from a building? Yes, from a tall tall building, The feeling of standing at the edge, experiencing the wind in hair flowing.. is flowing the word?? No no blowing I guess,  . The adrenaline rush .. the high, the uncertainty of what would happen.. The chaos and the calm.. The feeling of the first flight and the last of life ...To merge with the pull of gravity and  the vacuum later .. the bright lights and the blank .. the noise and the mute. The top questions accelerating now: will it hurt ?? Whats next ?? What happens if I survive?? Who all will cry ?? What alterations will I bring ? How many hearts am I gonna break ? Will them remember me sad or happy or rather angry  ? Will they remember me ?!?! 

 That one step, do I have the courage  To take the plunge? To swim in the unknown? To just, let it all go ? 

Here me standing .. experiencing my breath in and out, in and out, in and out. Funny! Probably the first time  I'm doing so. At far, I see an eagle fly.. fly so high.  higher and higher it climbs. Higher than the others it soared and then, all at once it took a plunge, my stomach drops, but with those humongous wings swooosh... gliding through it flew with such grace and ease .. the joy of witnessing  that  bought a realization, that at least like the eagle be smart enough to take calculated risk but not reckless, made me take a step back.. I guess it takes courage to Do that .' To step back ! ' So now I live with a high .. A high of standing at the edge and stepping back!! I know death is certain, but  not today not like this, least . We all live, only to die another day but with so much more to treasure !!