A New Piece of Thought

Wrote this six years back.... 

Still feels fresh in the senses... 

Happy New Year 😁

Whatever is new, it should be inside you.

In what you seek and what you do.

In all that came and all that went

In everything that tried to blow off your tent

A tent that you made, with joy in some glade.

A glade that was free, something new that you could see.

Where the space was free for all, there were trees that stood tall.

Remember those trees forever, as they guarded you from the weather.

A weather you could hardly bear, a storm not willing to spare.

The slope was steep, but the trees were rooted deep.

A depth that was defining, 

for you to understand the shining.

The sparkling bright shine of the sun,

bright from the time known to none.

Remember the squirrels who told you to keep going on,

for there is no time in this life to stop and mourn.

Because when there is night there shall be a day

That's how nature has defined it's way.

You have to keep walking the road unmatched

Stop worrying about the nuts you couldn't catch.

For there will be a time for sure, when you will find a way ashore.

The right path is your choice though, just walk it easy and let it go.

Remember for sure what the clouds said, this life isn't a feathery bed.

You will find winds and fires around you.

There will be times when there's very meager you can do.

But never give up or lose your hope, 

for you should remember there will always be a scope.

A scope that will make you see things, 

This scope will tie you with some strings.

These strings will become ropes that's for what they are meant.

These ropes will be long and strengthen your tent.

This tent is your life. Give it your all.

Always try to rise,in stead of worrying about the fall.

Having said that, you must remember.

Time and tides are said to wait never.

The time to come shall pass you by.

But what you do new should give you joy.

A joy, that you have never felt.

A joy for others who have never dealt.

Because with every moment passing on,

Yet another year will be gone.

Then there will be a recurrence of a point.

Where new and old get joint.

For this was the same point, where it all started,

Although only some time has departed.

This is not the time to regret, don't refrain

and rather think about all this again

Because, Whatever is new, it's gotta be inside you

In what you seek and what you do.

In all that came and all that went

In everything that tried to blow off your tent.

-Aishwariy

Burning Out

So much has happened since the fall

Losing on, I might have dropped the ball

The past keeps lingering on my mind

Gotta hold on to something, anything worthwhile I could find

Realize this every day and every night

No strong will to fight

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

I have some memories but I want them to faint.

Just vanish away, and leave no taint

Because all this was not planned for me

But screw the plans it was destined to be

I may be caught in a blank stare

As the head keeps boiling in its own flare

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

When I started off I gave away my all

But was later instructed to start small

Broke what I thought was my Porcelain doll

It's a choice I made after all

Made this error and lost my prime

Now have to make up for the lost time

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

How do I figure my tunnel which ends in light?

How do I get through this freakish dark night?

Should I just sit and sulk in my sorrow?

Or should I just wait until dawns in MY tomorrow?

Have I become Ophelia in my life's play?

Wasn't I the one who had dragons to slay?

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

There have been moments I have been smitten

By frost of regrets I have been bitten

Maybe there's still time to hope

I may find some way just to cope

Till then, the darkness is mine for a rebound

Circles of hell light bright in the background

Guess I am just burning out

Time and again losing this bout

Guess I am just burning out

Tear drops in silence no one can hear me shout

Inspired from and Collaborated with the works of this insanely talented friend.

Cruising Alone

Ad Hoc

Imma run away some day

To some place very far away.

Just to change it all the way

Hearing what all they had to say.

I've slept too long, that I am bed ridden

I wanted so much of all that was hidden

A potential to gain, but the path was forbidden

Left with a ticket at the bus stop to a different destination.

A destiny that was unknown, on which I scfoffed.

With a sudden hit of reality, for survival I morphed.

When it all happened, no one saw it for what it was.

Everyone was busy battling their own cause.

doI do now? Should I just curl and cry?

Or rather should I mourn the dream that had to die?

Is it really worth wasting time on all that is lost?

Is it really important to pay that cost?

I choose to stand up. Stand up again and Battle.

No begging for mercy now, but some compassion maybe a little.

I choose to write my destiny with these bare hands.

Can't trust others anymore who keep turning their stands.

It all happened to eary, being put on a pedastal.

They knew I'd break soo, and in the shrads of the crystal,

They saw the broken dream, the hope that was shattered.

They knew what to do but no one thought it mattered.

Though now that I have decided to dirt off my shoulders,

I don't care for no paths, let them be full of boulders.

Because it's me who is choosing to run on those roads.

It's me who will decide for my sea, what will be the shores.

And this time I trust myself to not give it all away.......

Imma run away some day.

To a place far far away.

Just to change it all the way.

Hearing what they all had to say.

-Aishwariy

It's All in the head.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

You must've hit a high. But now when you are down and low,

You let out a cold sigh, thinking how did it all get so slow?

You remember the old times when it all used to be perfect.

All the happiness you enjoyed, and small pains you could neglect.

While murdering the time when it was abundant you missed an under-tone

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

The success had faded a long time back, you were living in an illusion.

It was wilful, not involuntary, the chosen sad state of delusion.

They asked you to stitch it in time and save the other nine.

But you didn't stop your high horse, blindly consoling, It will all be fine.

And now that it all shatters, bringing you in this risky zone,

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

Although the sun disappears by the night it does rise again the next day.

Continuity keeps prevailing in its own constant and subtle way.

Maybe you did get fooled by ignoring the dimension of your time instants?

Just in case it helps, "They're limited.", with very few other constants.

You could've spent them all on the skills and virtues you could hone.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

You have to seek the clarity, disparity you gotta let go.

For all the things that you gotta do, you have to make it a point to show.

As the rabbit didn't win the race because it stopped before the finish line.

Be the rabbit but don't stop, because that is the only way you can shine.

Challenges are not just yours. They are faced by everyone you've ever known.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

Does progress make you complacent? A disaster while moving ahead!!

Why don't you just make a deal with your conscience, instead?

Teach your head to not stop at progress, but to keep running until no more it can sweat.

Because its a situation, where you yourself are your biggest threat.

It always was and always will be the mental mettle that has to be shown.

Nobody is gonna fight your battles if you don't fight your own.

In the midnight near the Tree.

In this midnight hour of panic,

Near a nostalgic site volcanic,

I stand next to this leafless tree,

Which has been running long on an autumn spree,

This tree whose seed I sowed in zeal,

A choice I was too eager to reveal,

Everything was good, but then this sudden upheaval,

The future had with it Reality to unveil

But what is future? Isn't it just a reflection?

Correct or Incorrect? Isn't it the matter of selection?

Because no one ever called upon themselves the storms,

But still they were chased in all different forms,

So this sapling which was young, got to know early what struggle is,

And it knew how to hold its ground and still stood strong in the debris

Damages are relative, and that's the tautology of life.

However long you run, still you have to face the strife.

Most of these storms are connected deeply.

The hill from here goes up very steeply.

If one slow's down, they may topple and fall,

If they go fast, they'll surely ruin it all.

While climbing up this hill, the sapling grew strong

Fighting the erosion of time, it defeated all the wrong.

Survival is something that's not invoked, it  kicks in.

If you fall down you, stand back up with an urge from within.

The way the soul works is pretty simple.

The mind just makes a move to create a ripple.

A wave it creates which provokes you to fight.

A wave that calms you down at the same time to hold on tight

In this delicate overlap of these impulses,

You'd find the rhythm of your pulses.

Its not the always the sounds, but the silence that matters.

Because a dream acts really quiet when it shatters.

To pick up the pieces and glue them together

Seems to be the only way that will make it all better.

It has worked in the past once, maybe it will work this time too.

And once again, you'll have to be quick in what you do.

Because this time again the tide wont wait for you, you know

But you will be well aware of the constraints in which you'll have to show.

For the spring is soon to come, and the leaves will be all green.

It'll surely be refreshing to see the rejuvenating scene.

Midnight Rant: Dealing with a Spinning head.

The conscience is blank. As blank as it could be.

Cant remember the last time something was "how it should be".

Expectations were never a forte ever.

But the changes did have their own fervor.

Its important to move on from what "could've been",

And look forward into the reality that shall now be seen.

But its an infinite loop of images flashing fast.

Some images known and others just feelings that as an image, cant be cast.

An image full of vibrant colors,

but having cracks because of all the tremors.

The head starts spinning from right when it all went south,

to when you wanted to say a lot but just couldn't open your mouth,

To every inch of unresolved doubt,

Closure isn't probably all this is about.

Its more about the imagery that remains uncertain.

The prize that was behind the other curtain.

Then there is a realization amidst the alleged pain,

It was your choice to choose the curtain with a stain.

Although some images can never be retained,

Just because at the right time, they never pertained.

Some loss in transition is indispensable.

Some transitions can be tough but never abominable.

the mind accomplishes some limits where comprehension fails.

Its a spinning head, it can't walk straight on rails.

It has to go in circles round the streets where it shouldn't have been.

Across all the images that need to be forgotten and rendered unseen.

Through all the instances you would prefer to call as destiny.

But this open trespassing is the brain's usual mutiny.

The wound seems internal, something that you could fake.

But pretensions of not having it at all are easier for everyone to take.

It sounds so bad, is it really this tragic?

Is it time to give up and believe in some magic?

Magic is not a myth, it does happen several times.

Not every magic can convert your cents to dimes.

But is it too early to believe that its all over?

Or too late to understand that it cannot go any lower?

Time too is money, but it is rather just a reference.

Something that can patch everything or create all the difference.

Its said for consolation though,to "give it some time".

Some consolations are sufficient indeed. just like this rhyme.

Its a new day every time you wake.

You have everything in the world to take.

It might be hard and it could be unbearable.

It may also sometimes be simply "un-shareable".

It sounds like some excruciating pain.

But its your head! So your own responsibility to contain.

Just ask it simply to take a break for the day.

And give it some rest for the next if you may!.

And after the rest you need not tell anyone you haven't slept.

Just laugh it off saying you overslept.

Because its not just the head that is spinning, its your thoughts too.

A blur that is there which you just can't shoo.

But right after the reboot on waking up you realize, 

it was just a bad dream not at all a big surprise.

Its better to deal with all the baggage before it will clutter.

Not all the bad dreams will last forever.

Rather than pondering upon the mess that you've made,

You need to find a way out because its a maze that you've made.

Howsoever the painting be, you made it so hang it on the wall.

Its just a matter of perspective. Just have a Look! Its not that bad after all.

-Aishwariy

Pieces

When you were running out looking for peace

But find yourself in pieces

When you think you've lost your niche

Buried down under all cliches

When the links were all broken

Loosing all the tokens

Making it look like it was meant to be!

whereas It was an attempt to set yourself free.

It was all about the things that were never talked out loud.

It was all about the stings whose healing wasn't allowed.

The pain was thought to be temporary

and was assumed to be necessary

For all that was to be done wasn't for someone else's sake.

Whatever was to be done was for getting over that one mistake.

The one mistake that will always keep you fretting

The one that no one will ever be forgetting

The one that wasn't worth all the sweating

The one that occurred by not reacting.

All you wanted was for them to endorse.

But instead you ended up with a deep remorse.

A remorse in which anyone would engross.

It was a forfeit! not something you fought with force.

You may find it smooth to give up, leave the fight.

It may look easy to do, but is not that right.

It may look too gloomy but it could be bright.

Maybe if you keep going, it will get allright.

Because a mistake isn't really meant to define you.

But all it does is refine you.

A cleaner version of yourself shines in the mirror.

A brighter light reflects with vigor.

Because every broken piece that you found has to be mended.

Its your life and you know it has to be amended.

Its natural if some pieces are no more a fit.

And that's why you have your mind, a toolkit.

Some pieces need to be filed and fixed.

Be careful this time, they shouldn't be mixed.

The mistake you made was an expectation.

A new mistake but not beyond your creation.

You were expected to make it, thus an error by choice.

You chose to expect thus an error of choice.

But there is only one thing to keep the stone turning.

Whatever may come ahead, never stop learning.

And all the regret you keep, and all that remorse

Shall fade away maybe, with time of course.

And the glue of learning that you used to stick those pieces,

May make the "peace" permanent and could even correct your glitches.

-Aishwariy