Not just another crossroad

Through the woods,and through the storm..
Through the sands,and through it all..
On these roads,and off them on..
Been running through,all along..
Looking for a ray,a ray of hope..
One of these days,to find what i've sought..
A journey its been,a long one yeah..
But never once,no,did i choose to stay..
Crossed over those places,
The rivers,the greens,the mountains,the scenes..
And people with faces,and the faceless beings..
But walked and walked,waiting for the sky to break..
Putting it all,and all on stake..
But today i'm stopping here..
On these crossroads..
Long awhile its been,a little tired,
going back to everyone,to help them walk..
But today on these crossroads,
I want to stay..
Stay,just to see..
If you'll come back for me.

the story of a toy

sometime back,a random night it was..
i slept for too long,and woke up in a dream...
in a city unknown,i stood alone..
and i walked towards the city stores..
i was scared at first,for what the place could be..
until i heard someone say,"you're safe,and would be"..
i stared around,to see who had spoken..
but i saw none..
except..
a toy in the window of a toy store.
it looked alive,but not pleased..
it seemed satisfied,but not at peace..
i went up to it,in hope and in doubt..
to ask what he meant by what he said..
and that was when i heard..
the story of a toy.

"i was born in a land,
far off in the west,
they called me the piggy,
said i was the best.
they said my destiny laid,
in the far off lands,
and i was brought here one day,
given in the store hands."

i listened to the toy,and i wondered why,
he lay in grief,what could make him cry!
i asked him why,he was what he became,
for a toy being sad,is a real shame.

"i've been in this store,for years now,
moving in and out,and wondering how,
kids come and go,in and out of the store..
they see me,they smile,
they laugh,they cry.
and one fine day,
someone would like me,enough to buy.
they'd play with me,
they'd live with me,
they'd laugh with me,
they'd share with me,
till the day they've played enough,
they'd grow up,and they'd find me a bore.
they'd throw me away,
and the store would take me back,
to redress me,
and replace me on the stack.
for someone,someday,
would come again,
to play with me,or to own me again.
for them i am just an option,
out of a hundred toys.
on their need,m played with,or kept alone on the wood,
or embraced in love,or thrown out of the door.
but i would not complain,for i never could,
for i am just a toy,and thats what toys are made for."

paper feelings.

on a certain day,in a certain year..
i was sitting out,in my rocking chair..
with a writing pad,i looked around..
i saw two men fighting,over half a pound..
to my right,in a certain house..
i saw a lady,fighting with her spouse..
talking on the phone,i heard her sigh..
when she turned around,i saw her cry..
a moment later,across the road..
stood an old man,in a heavy coat..
looked pale and sad,as if he questioned life..
i heard people say,he had lost his wife..
walking on the street,a labourer with a fallen head..
he had worked hard,to earn a little bread..
though he had earned enough,to feed his son..
but thats all he had,he'd sleep a hungry one..
as i felt around,this exploded pain..
people expressed it,even though in vain..
and here was I,so helpless there..
I could never speak of,neither pain nor care..
on the paper though,i laughed,i cried..
the emotions which,people thought i'd hide..
i wrote them down,in the dark,in the light..
coz m just a writer,i can only write.

just like you

a night like this,
so peaceful,so mellow,
i look around and all i see,
is this beautiful world..
this perfect sky,like a sheet of velvet,
and embedded diamonds,
you may call them stars..
the drifting clouds,like a drifting thought,
moving slow enough to be appreciated,
but fast enough to be held on to..
the silence around,sounds like my soul,
it speaks nothing,but makes me feel its presence,peacefully..
the sombre wind that grazes through my hair,
like a beautiful song,
which makes me stop and close my eyes,
to take it all in till it lasts,
even if thats just one moment..
i look around in this perfect night,
and try to seek what keeps it alive..
its when i look up to see the perfect and the bright moon,
the most beautiful thing i have ever seen..
just like you.