This time

Sometimes I don’t understand what does the time difference means. Is it something residing inside us or something virtually affecting our lives? I don’t have any answer to this question, but I always wanted to decode this fact, maybe it is not possible today but in the future I will have the answer.

This time is neither about me nor you; time has always said the things about “us”,

Even though we are strangers and belong to a different world; except in dreams, we haven’t met,

Still we are connected, and we can rephrase our pathways to meet which we haven’t done yet,

Sometimes I feel to hold this time, and would never allow it to go away,

But then I realize this time is never mine, this time frame is looking for something else, and it has big void inside like me,

Emptiness and desire to fill ourselves, those feelings are creating new ventures for us so we could have the same platform to share and something to say,

Sometimes when I try to find out the information about missing pages of our lives, I found you there,

Maybe I can’t recognize you but I can feel your presence in the words and stories which I have ever heard,

Like the untold stories of mysterious nights, we have never gotten chance to see each other,

Still somewhere in my heart, hope is alive for our togetherness and assumes we will have an opportunity to travel around the globe like a free bird,

Sometimes I feel I might lose you this time in the darkness and will never get you back,

I believe there is no need to be scared, we have the same sky which defines us, but might be possible that we belong to different time zone,

No one knows what does time zone means, maybe related to the layer of dreams or reality of life, which I have to figure out and it has to be known.

Undefined end

I don’t know sometimes life seems strange, more complicated than my thought. It always has something new for you, sometimes new challenges to test your endurance. Sometimes I feel, strength of life resides in its weirdness. When you don’t know how to define its ends, how to measure its profoundness, then life becomes fascinating and drives you to have desire to solve it.

My dear friend like the edges of unfettered sky I don’t have any defined end,

I believe in creating my path, there is nothing written in advance,

Because I came with empty hands, and I will leave with the same, only memories will always stay with me that I need to comprehend,

I know like the bank of a river, my life don’t have any meeting point,

If somehow life would manage to achieve it, would be the last moment of its existence,

To stay alive with its real soul, it has to flow along with the stream for its long persistence,

I know like the faded day, my life also wants to meet the calm and silent night,

So it can give some rest to its restless soul and hold the time,

Before it gets too late, it wants to abolish everything from the past and fill with new sight,

I know like unsaid and unseen stories, my life also has some blank pages,

Still those are waiting to have something new, maybe for the name of new characters to be written there,

So it can have something new to learn from this world and maybe something new to share.

Our priorities

It sounds strange, but sometimes we do mistake. We create illusionary stories, follow our defined assumptions but we forgot about the most interesting part of the story, so- called factor “priority”, which has capability to change everything. It is not always necessary that everyone has same priorities, when people are different, their mindsets are different then there is a very least chance of having same priority. I found priorities are not the stagnant phenomenon; they change with time and situation. But it is true when you see the change, you will feel hurt.

Sometimes I wonder why we forgot about our priorities,

And we expect something that might be not possible,

But it’s not our fault, for us everything is plausible,

Because we “humans” are emotional species, a giant emotional junk,

Raised in such manner so our feelings sometimes dominate our mind,

Then we don’t want to see anything, we presume ourselves a complete blind,

Seriously we have an expertise in creating stories; we love to fill those stories with our characters,

But we never realize that those characters also have different lives and desires,

In certain circumstances we become very selfish; we forgot a fact that everything has their own place,

In dilemma, sometimes we lost ourselves; we lost our vision to make a difference, and then we consider our destiny as a liar,

We know everything, how are the things, still sometimes we don’t want to understand,

There are certain different things; we know our imagination is completely different from reality,

Still we feel hurt, our poor heart wants to shout and hide them at a place so no one can see him crying,

But very smart; prefer to pretend that red eyes are not because of crying, something else is there,

But changing color of eyes and wet cheeks will say a different story, for them there is no need of lying,

I don’t know how to react in these situations, whether you should show anger or cry,

I believe if you are feeling hurt that doesn’t mean you are weak, or your feelings are overruling,

It’s because few things are important, and you consider them as your priority,

It doesn’t matter for you whether you are in their list or not because the list is already known to you,

But still you pretend that you are there, everything is going as per your imagination, and your imagination is always true.