Who Are We, If Not We Talk

Be not afraid; the world is full of noises

Of yours and mine, from time to time!!

Talking, exit means relief, shedding

Of burdens and worries, light felt heart

Voice that comes out, leaves a mark

Pathway for the problems to follow

Then they just ooze out.

Heart seeks what? A congruent heart

That catches skipped beat and skipper

Says too little, next time a little more

Sometimes pushes, sometimes pleads

Adjusts, as shifts the needs.

Verbiage, overflowed this tiny heart

Crazy paving, then there’s highway

Speak, talk-to-me, faces say

Patterns, patterns so many

Public and personal displays.

Why interrupt when one goes on and talks

It’s a sober job to enounce, to rant, to scream

Sometimes, in midst of all this voiced chaos

A mind is freed, for a while at least

Come and go, that are worries.

Who are we, if not we talk

With voice or with quite

We all take this walk.

World As I See It

I look outside the door there's so much to see,

to feel, but I don't, I'm so lost in me

I ride my bike but I really don't, thinking

of something else, I ride, but not on the road

there are so many stories that needs an ear

many running behind me, I walk past them

indifferently, problems that aren't mine

don't worry me, information overload

everywhere I see, unprocessed most of it

dumped all in back of my brains, goes on

my life and me. I look outside the door

there's so much to see, but someone came

this time, and knocked so hard on my head

whispered- you ain't dead, not yet

laugh a little, make someone too

there's much to see, so much to do

see outside everyday to reassure

your heart beats, and till it does 

let it not beat for a single purpose.. 

Look at everything. Don’t close your eyes to the world around you. Look and become curious and interested in what there is to see.

~ John Cage

I'm Nobody, Who are you?

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
― Emily Dickinson

I'm nobody

inside something's burning, maybe

it's my rage, swelled with no outlet

it dances, round and round it goes 

never halts, no one's to stop

where it will go

how it will leave 

nobody knows, not me.

I'm nobody

there's a voice that seeks  medium 

expand and diffuse in natural ways

but I scream so quietly, a hush 

echoes within, rises, simmers

where this all will fly 

how this all will settle down

nobody knows, not me.

I'm nobody 

there's a crave to punch so hard 

fight till last, till this beating heart

leave a mark, a scar, all to see

carrying the sky in my fist

where to discharge 

how to know, to be sure

nobody knows, not me. 

what you perceive of this world of mine 

what you equate between you and me

I keep searching, it goes wide

but what I'm searching

where I'm searching

how can anybody know but me

is it everybody's tale

I'm nobody..