I don't like you.

I don’t like you,

Because you eat up my time.

I don’t like you,

Because you are a permanent resident in my brain.

I don’t like you,

Because you’re everything that I am not.

I don’t like you,

Because I am still trying to find myself without you.

I don’t like you,

Because your best pics and smiles are not for me.

I don’t like you,

Because I don’t like me still liking you.

My Life...

My life is a movie,
which I release and re-release on all friday nights,
when I am all alone, lying in my bed,
when the surrounding darkness engulfs me.

Sometimes it is a dream,
whose broken threads are resumed
after spans of reality bouts.

Sometimes it is just a blissful tranquility,
with pianoforte music in the background,
like it is now.

A Wayfarer's Muse.

Every journey has to come to an end.
This journey of mine too draws to an end.
But it is never the end of the road.
The road stretches on forever.
Radiating heat,
Revealing mirages.
Zip past taking only these in, if you wish.
It lies motionless, waiting for new commuters.
But expecting that elusive traveller,
willing to take those seldom taken routes,
to reveal the marvels of world...
its real beauty.

Keep on travelling for it is only a journey that has to come to an end

but not life and certainly not the road.