The sky

I've been asked a million times,

"what's your obsession with the stars and the moon?" 

I wish I sang back in rhymes, 

"it's equally deep with the sun at noon." 

But there's more than what meets the eye,

lessons to be learnt and thoughts to amuse,

under a clear midnight sky I lie,

asking for answers and searching for clues.

I ask about their creator the God, 

to know who controls their movements and how? 

They just twinkle, must be their head nod, 

"we just do it like we are in love." 

I ask them about their power to rule, 

the kith and kin of every human ever,

"it's not our fault that you are a fool." 

Their ambiguity makes them sound clever.

I ask them about how they see us humans, 

tiny as a grain of sand? 

They say we are guns, huns and puns, 

a kindling life amidst this mystery grand. 

I ask them how should we lead our life? 

Being changes but changes remain, 

they speak about learning from strife, 

"nothing to lose is nothing to gain."

I ask them about others of my kind, 

how to live in harmony and peace. 

They told me to control my own mind, 

"it's about the warmth, not the fleece." 

I ask them about the purpose of our existence,

why are we the way we are.

They'd just stare at me in silence,

pushing me into my introspective war.

Answers and clues are there in the sky,

the one above your earthly thoughts,

past the clouding veils of your mind lie,

waiting for you to connect the dots.

The introspective war goes on and on,

but I don't find a solution.

If it's a thrilling journey we embarked on,

who cares about the destination?

Spin

A top, spinning, looking in different directions, to find sources that'd retain spinning, balanced on a sharp tip, all earth forcing it down, strongly pulling, only to kill, only to pull down, and when the nature's force wins, top shall rest, stop spreading out it's warmth, and live at rest. Die?

The earth, spinning slowly, thinking sun rises and sets, not knowing it's spinning, balanced on the perfect speed, one perfect orbital speed, sun pulling towards, controlled, think it's alright. Ignore the spin, burn or freeze, to death. Ain't you spinning? Ain't you gonna be played around with?

I was the ant. I faced the top, and became one. I faced the wall and became one. I faced the thunder and became one. I faced the ocean and became one. I faced the earth and became one. Im facing the sun, you know why?

I want energy to spin, and gravity to hold me, I want to buy the ego and stop playing good, I want to be whatever troubles me, but keep me lit, keep me spinning. I live. Do you?

The last minute

You and I staring into the empty air, 

the noise of the world in the backdrop, 

a thousand words unsaid in your stare,

heard it in my eyes, a teardrop, 

they spoke about memories you and I share,

moments when I wished the time to stop, 

we feel that we were solely born to care, 

but our dreams' balloon would just pop.

The time had passed and we move apart, 

far from each other into this world senseless,

lump in my throat and a heavy heart, 

lost wandering alone in random busyness, 

in search of fresh memories and a fresh start, 

to a dejavu of this emotion I guess, 

how would i stay unhurt by your bye dart, 

how could I, my love for you, confess? 

Do you know how affectionate and fond, 

I am of you? Oh! you sure do, 

for I know what you think of our bond, 

I heard that in your eyes' mute speech too. 

All I wish for is this world to be a pond, 

for I'd love it when my dreams would woo, 

that I'd meet you again, I may be conned, 

but some fairytales are better than this reality true.