Upon a doubted wish

A strange feeling grips tight,

A clutched breath,

Enough to spare a moment,

A Guilt ridden soul,

Heavy to carry along,

Few moments dropped in the past,

Floating numb so effortlessly,

Could I pick them up?

Upon your doubted wish,

Painfully sweet moments,

Slipped away into resentment,

Ready to collect them back,

Upon your doubted wish,

Would you smile again?

For those moments die to live again.

Random thoughts wrestling for a conclusive answer….

Is this match fixed too??

Patterns of Feelings

It’s strange to notice the organic and random growth of feelings in a human as the time begins to leave with every second at a time. Like footprints imprinted in memories you begin to notice interesting patterns that it made all along its way. The patterns of feelings. It’s a random growth almost like an amoeba but gets defined slowly and gradually. I noticed a strange pattern here too.

Sometimes patterns express feelings and other times feelings take on pattern.

Isn’t that true?

To a new begining

The smile on the breaking dawn,
Hugged by the tender warmth of the sun,
The night just passed away,
Giving way to a new day,
Thought the darkness was warm,
Too warm that I wanted to cling on,
But the fragrance was perhaps too strong,
The fragrance of the decisive new day,
I knew I had to walk on and so I did,
To a new beginning

I wiped of the tired dreams off my eyes,
To notice they were there still asleep,
I promised to leave them where they were,
Perhaps for them to find another eye to lay on,
I kissed them goodbye for they were close to me,
I know parting is hard but I just left them there to be,
I would be a lair if I said I wouldn’t miss them,
Perhaps they would miss me too,
But it’s just fine because I know they too would wake up,
Someday,
To a new beginning.

Did I find the new beginning?
May be yes I have,
Let me hug it for a while,
And see if it hugs me back.
I will live the new day back again,
The way I lived the last,
Or may be even more passionately,
Because may be it’s a day,
Resurfaced from my past.