Filling The Voids

Here it is Knocking at the door, Need a few moments though Before I explore. Let me bid adieu To this wonderful time; The past year Full of light and bells of chime. As it ends, And says goodbye; I open the door And in you fly. But before you Captivate us all, And become a cynosure For the 365 days to fall, So much so that; We inscribe you In every writing of ours. I need a promise, A sincere one; That you will bring, Good times to Everyone. Come like a ray of Light, And make our lives bright; Dispel all darkness Of Crime and narrow-mindedness. Come like an ocean of Love, And make us swim in it; Wash off all the hatred And signs of inhumanity. Come like a sunflower, That keeps blooming; And teaches us how to follow The path of Truth, With its every turn towards The eternal source- the sun. Come like a baby, With innocence and sparkle in its eyes; Who just knows to love and be loved, Where the treachery and deceit does not reside. Bring

Too excited I embarked upon this journey, Crossing many hurdles that blocked the way; But it came like a rising star, When the sky was turning dark and gray. I was too kiddish Perhaps; To think that the field Would be a rosy bed. But roses have thorns, That come along; Thorns that hurt And made me wonder "Was it worth?" There were times When i laughed in fun; There were times When i was down in dumps; There were times Of mesmerizing beauty; There were times Of hard duty. Thus was the journey, A bumpy ride; Ups and Downs, All along the drive. But now; When its about to end, Approaching the destination The road's gonna bend. I feel it was An eventful journey. Not a bed of roses, Neither a field that's morbid; But a ground that has patches Both bright and dark. Good or bad I Still can't say. But ya, It taught me a lot; And my answer is It was worth after all.

What is life Is it only materialistic? Is it only Money n possessions? I don't agree. Ever felt sad, Coz you had a reason to be happy And resources to celebrate But No one to join your plate? Happens many a times How much ever we deny it, But it is a truth well defined That Relations - are the essence of life. How blessed are we all, Gifted with relations Even before we know it all. We meet lots of people, We talk to many, We like some, And few become own. At times we are blinded By the glow of one such relation, And we don't even come to know When and how We move others out of vision. Why is it so Can we handle only one relation At a time? Is it like a metal rod in our hand, That can have only one other end? Probably not... Relations are like a spiral, A spiral circle of silken threads And we - at the centre. It is our choice And we decide Whom to place in which of the spirals The distance from centre - Symbolic Of the distanc

I know its dark and cloudy The winter clouds looming large But is it the mist and fog That is making things hazy? Probably not. Whatever I say Is heard in a different way Whatever I do Is rejected without fail. Sometimes I know The water is muddy And its foolish of me To expect the image’s buddy. Sometimes I know There is lightning and thunder And its foolish of me To expect a clear answer. Sometimes I know There is storm in the sea And its foolish of me To play on the beach. These are the times I know There might be turbulence in the flow. But there are sunny days When the sky is clear, There is silence around And we so near. I think this might be the moment That can be enjoyed without argument. But alas, I am proven wrong And made to shudder even under the sun. Now I realize It wasn’t the fog or the mist But - a veil. A veil of perception, Of antagonism and aversion That blurs your vision