Corner of the room

a thought lies in the corner of the room
it is like the one the million things we dont use but we love to keep
there is this memory in the corner of the room
it lies there wrapped in tears and smiles
there lies on the other end of the room
a self which is devoid of the tears and smiles
there lies these million thoughts as a clouds
yet they are not clouding my mind
am I living or i am just existing
was not this life i was running away from
didn't i want a life to be living not existing
there are these thoughts and memories from the corner of the room
shouting at me where am i where is the beautiful dreams
which i dreamt from this life,
there is ingredients of the perfect life then why i am just breathing
the magic is within but they are trapped in those thought of "being" in the corner of the room
gathering dust those memories are just in the past why arent new memories recreated in this moment
why am i just living like this...
i want to see the sun rather i will see the sun in this cold night
i shall feel the warmth not those thoughts of the past but of now
where is the fire which never got tired
where is the fireplace in the corner of the room which chuckled thoughts and popped new ones out, melted the memories and created new shapes
where is the lil corner of the room where i am me and not this thing i dont like to be
where is the inspiration this is the life i always wanted to live then why i am not living
i want to live and not gather dust i want to run till my heels catches fire
i want to jump so high that i catch the star
i want to lie down under to the open sky and see the fire which ignites my days
yet all i see an empty cold room of shattered thoughts and memories which i am tired off
lets create time, lets make time to be for me not to waste the moment in despair
lets light up the fire with a wood of thoughts and passion of fire....

cant write anymore

The familiar touch of your hand
those beautiful eyes warming up my soul
the soft hug embracing the lost soul
the world transpire to be a warm home for the lost weary traveling soul
for the million thoughts and moments and deaths alone
the dream in my eyes live through the touch
there is hope which i have not seen before
there are the dancing angels and the vanishing devils of the mind
is it love or more?
do I know what I used to know?
These world translate in newer dimension than ever before
there are thoughts there are feeling there is overwhelming
the road ahead becomes warm and the cold past hazy in the fog
the heart in love moves along...