All About Life

It feels good to be back It is like resuming an old flight You are in a comfort zone, although some appliances are new The changes are almost bearable when you see the amount of water that has passed through the bridge I am a kid with the same anxiety as ever, to be at the basement, to do what friends do, together When you read the thread you realise although thin and at times tangled, the connections are rooted The place continues to bring out smiles, conversation and most importantly the feeling of being home At this juncture there is a need of an identity, the feeling of having a cushion when you fall There is no guarantee but it makes things in life so much easier You will continue to walk for the companion And I believe many of us will resume the flight again Till then adios ------- Kamal

It is the calmness before the storm I am relaxed yet deep down there is an adrenalin rush Mutuality has closed in when the seams are tearing apart There is apparent fear of losing what never was mine The venerability of aspiration has knotted the extra weight There is a desire to assort but now that it beats in tandem It is a difficult walk to the shore

The days of warriors and knights are long gone There are now mortal who goes for war Huge lines differentiate the past and present Only few inherit and glorify and become immortal

I have a feeling that things are not right today And probably it has been for a while Is my hand tied to set correct the tick or am I too lazy Feels like I am in a dream being architect by someone I know I am aware of the fall and the trap but I am living in pretention There is an awry of disgust and a lump in my throat Each beat of heart sends a chilling effect down my spine The ringing bell, it is the alarm ahead of a lullaby The eyes though stay open and see a friend depart Slowly as the figure disappear and I close my eyes I realize the sedate I have been into The passing time will hold us afloat and help create the portrait I will glance it occasionally and realize effectively I have taken it with the stride

It is that time of the year again! When we loosen our baggage to accommodate the new Forget the lesion to accept the few Step forward to emerge from the dark And see the twinkling stars and the bright yellow jasmine The bell will ring and choirs will sing To mark the ascendance of the one