Time again

Yesterday I had seen an astronomical clock, built around 1865. There are 52 dials, and 90, 000 small pieces and everything is still working. It is an excellent example of human’s intelligence. It makes me wonder, it’s not something arriving from today, and we are trying to manifest the nature since our past. Just with time, our way of demonstrating the things have changed. After listening to the whole presentation, I was amazed by the thought of people who were involved in this project. Their intervention was too precise, and effort was admirable to connect the two different worlds, the one where we are and another one that we have never seen. The selection of time as an anchor for this purpose was the best, which can hold, and change everything, also able to take away whatever you have. I am fanaticized with this radical concept.

There are some places where we can’t reach,

We don’t have explanation for these limitations,

But as I have seen, you can set yourself free,

You are not bounded and also no gravity for you,

You can conquer anything, but maybe I can’t, not same for me,

The Sun, Moon and Earth, their positions change everything,

But what about you, you never get changed,

Either inside the dark tunnel or a day full of bright color,

You always remain same, and do the things in your way,

And that is unbelievable for us, you persistence beyond our thought,

Even today, in all the terms, you are always there,

Maybe sometimes we are not able to define you,

As I saw you today, reflected by several dials, several ways,

I am trying, I am sure, and I will find a way,

When we sit together, and I will draw your thoughts,

Without any gravity, I will bind you with me, and I will do that one day.

Writings

It’s been long, for me writing is just another part of me. If I don’t meet it for a long time, somehow I feel incomplete. I have been suffering from this feeling since last two days, but I was busy with other stuff so didn’t have time to explore this again. It’s not something which I like most either I love more than anything, but I found it’s becoming something else. Now it has become my need to pacify myself same as my work. When I started the career in the research field, that time the reason was my love and passion. But in last few years, things have been changed. More than love now I am obsessed with the work, and I need it to be survived by the world. I can see the same thing here too, even I don’t know who is going to read this and where? But I always feel pleased with having a thought of sharing myself with an unknown world without any judgment. That feeling always keeps my writing alive and drives me to share the ideas I have inside.

I write not for anyone, I write more for me,

Without having any second thought of pleasure,

I sometimes write for unknown perturbations,

I write to define myself sometimes and to re-define unnamed relations,

Sometimes I start writing when the night is in juvenile mood,

And I continue until it gets older with time,

I fill the empty glasses, again and again, to be with it,

Unless we find each other, and our reality sublime,

I write even when the things are falling apart,

Because it’s not same for others like me,

If I stop, I will fall apart, so I have to continue in the same ways,

Whether it comes to dark nights either, there are gloomy days,

But somewhere the hidden anonymity makes me happy,

Maybe we are not approachable to each other,

But somewhere someone is going to read these words again,

And they are going to recall these words and me as unknown,

I feel worthful being part of their life even not so close but, at least, better than to be known.

Undiscovered Love

I have been often asked and being questioned, for some of them, I am too cynical about it. I remember a line from my old conversation that I am enjoying the game right now, but later I will have regret. If I continued in the same way, I will end up empty hands. I never felt resentment about the questions or anything I have been asked because I know it’s their love and care nothing else. Unfortunately, I was never able to justify my feelings to them, and still I have the same problem. Maybe it seems cynical and illusionary for others, but I have already found that and being in that love I don’t think I need any another love to step forward in my life. This love is eternal and beautiful, and able to shred the inner darkness without any pain and without having any fear of detachment. I know it sounds like daydreams though these dreams are fascinating. They don’t hurt anyone, and there is also no chance of getting hurt by someone, is it bad? Maybe not, it’s pure as a thin layer of air which does not make any discrimination between people by cultural and regional boundaries. I am not the only one; there are many people alike. There is no particular reason for these situations; it’s not necessary that you need a broken heart or something else to reach here. You learnt through your experiences and your experiences bring you there.  It’s all about our need, some people like to be with someone and for some of them, they just need themselves. What I learnt it’s concluded here, it’s not always important to be loved by someone, the most important thing is to have that love. 

I love you, and I know you love me too,

Now there is no need to find out where,

I know you are somewhere inside,

So I am not afraid anymore,

You are going to be with me always,

Even I am surrounded by the tides at sea shore, 

For me, you are same as morning dew,

Nothing is hidden inside, no remnant from the past,

Just appears as fresh start, as always new,

Being with you, resides no fear, no pain,

Still I am walking alone to reach the heights,

But now it doesn’t feel that I am walking in the empty lane,

Warmth runs through the blood,

Even in the cold, weary night,

I don't feel alone either in search of anything,

With you, everything seems so right,

But I feel sorry still I can’t define,

I wish I can pour some feelings instead of wine,

I know yours existence would always be questionable,

Because they can’t see how much beautiful you are,

You are deep and boundless dreams of the eyes,

May not be noticed but far better than the unresolved lies.

Chasing heights

Sometimes you came across something which you have never anticipated. I heard these words “Chasing heights” few hours before when I was watching something, obviously they are not new. They are very simple, but when you try to examine them profoundly, you will definitely screw up with your perception. Then you will realize, just to have an answer that the life is rambling somehow, is not an excuse. You need to know where you have to go, what things you should leave and what you have to take in your hands. Nothing is stagnant, so you need to keep an eye on everything otherwise you will lose nothing else.

Chasing heights, I should know it better, right?

The tracks where I need to move either I should leave,

The tracks which I should forget to have another sight,

The tracks where I should get my faith back and call mine,

And feel free to do anything because there is no one to define,

Like the footprints we left on the sea shore,

It spellbinds me always, how much time they would last?

They either get a time to recreate everything,

Either just taken away by the wave without leaving any remnants from the past,

Chasing heights, the things sway between the truth and lie,

Sometimes we presume that we will fill that gap,

But where it is and where I will find?

At each breathe, things are getting more crazy,

I am not sure to whom should I trust, still the thoughts are shuffled in the mind,

I know like my shadow, chasing heights will never end,

Wherever we will go, we will follow each other,

We will keep an eye but being free as river banks,

Maybe we will reach somewhere, we never know where but alone,

At last we see each other, having meal around the table at home,

Chasing heights, I don’t know that’s why I am leaving for you my friend,

Maybe you can help me to get what I need,

What I suppose to begin in the life and what should I end?

I am awake

It’s around 3:55 am in the morning; seriously I don’t know why I am awake. I woke up early yesterday, then worked whole day in the laboratory and came late to home but still my eyes are not tired not even my soul. Even I just finished my dinner, whatever you call it now, everything  sounds strange. Tonight I just wanted to spend some time with me, like the night that spends every day with the darkness without speaking a single word.

I don’t know why I am still awake,

Is it a dream or is the night fake?

Words, thoughts, nothing is running inside,

But there is an unknown hunger,

That is helping the eyes to keep them on wake up side,

Dark sky, deep silence and untold feelings,

Not enough to keep me on the bed,

Rather an inspiration to understand the silence,

To steal some moments, to reach as much as deep,

So I can understand myself in a different way,

When half of the world is fallen asleep,

Maybe with the night, I am getting desperate,

That’s why my sleep has lost its place,

But desperate to what, either to whom?

Night does not know, me too,

But maybe if I sleep tonight,

I will definitely bring back that answer to you.