Poetics of Life

Ever seen such eyes? So flawlessly curved Each shade of her gaze  Like the stroke of a painter's brush. Ever seen such eyes? Deep till the bottom of soul. Just one look and  You can't help fall  And drown in her ocean. Ever got lost in those eyes? Forgetting your Senses  When she blinks. Like million stars  Twinkling at once. Ever seen them cry? Like a broken mirror they seem.  Hurts to see those tears Roll down them cheeks. Ever felt so special? To be the one  Whom they stare. To catch them looking at ya And see them turn away Have you ever?  Cause I have, just once. And it's a bliss. And it would last a lifetime Or till there's light in my eyes. And stars in hers. 

Beyond those words, beyond those empty breaths, Silence walks up to me on tip-toes And beckons to me those soft Whispers of wisdom. Hear me, oh my deaf people, hear me! When i tell you, What silence says to me. When my closed eyes bring darks from the deep And i know not what to follow, It beams up a light deep within me And takes me off my shallows. Hear me, oh my lost people, hear me! When i tell you, What silence says to me. When my fire cooks up my anguish passions, And my redundant ambitions boil up on the stove, Blowing my heat, it takes the pot And pours it all out on my shadow.  Hear me, oh my blazing people, hear me! When I tell you, what silence says to me.  When those notorious little thoughts I try to keep out, it lets them in  And holds me by my shoulder. Like fluttering butterflies, they come and go, And like that silent flower, i blossom and grow! Hear me, oh my unquiet people, hear me! When i tell you What silence says to me. In the dusk,  Like a mother to her child It

Existence is a funny thing, isn't it?  It is as simple as- you either be or you don't! And yet we all wonder the question- how exactly ''to be''?   We all know that old saying- dubate ko tinake ka sahara. It means a drowning man clutches at even a straw. This saying, somehow gave me my answer to this troubling question.  I feel, in this world, when the river of time is flowing past us like wind, the only way not to drown and 'to be' is to 'hold on'. Hold on to something or someone and somehow you just swim ashore. We need that tinaka to save us from drowning. We need connection. Connections are the roots of our life. We need them to stay put; to have a reason to be. It weaves us in with this tapestry of the world, gives us a reason to believe that yes I belong in this world. Connections keep us alive, intact and together. Without them we are just living our life in loose ends. It is in our very nature to form connection with things that make us f