Somewhere I lost Me...

Everything's here, right here with me,
But something's missing, somewhere inside me...
A cobweb of dreams,
An open sky of possibilities...
In the midst of all the buzz, 
Did I somewhere lose me?


Perhaps like the silent song
That's lost in the rustling of leaves,
Or like the hidden treasure
Of all my beliefs,
I know its there somewhere...
I know its here somewhere...
Just that I somehow fail to see,
What really is missing deep down in me...
What is it really that makes me feel incomplete?
In the midst of all the buzz,
Did I somewhere lose me?


The velvet sky with shining stars,
The dark night that's so close and yet so far,
The lonely moon, a prisoner
The narrator of the tale, and himself it's listener...
For though the stars are all around
Yet they are way too far to hear the sound,
The sound of all he wishes to say...
The stories of his journeys to lands far away...
I too have a lot to say,
Somehow everyone seems far away
To be able to listen to the songs inside
My heart and read what's hidden in my eyes...
It now seems tough to find
All that brought peace to my mind...
I know its that what makes me feel
Somewhere, something is missing in me...
It is what makes me see
That in all this buzz
Perhaps I somewhere lost Me...

Sounds Of Silence

It is rare that we get time to just sit quietly and observe everything around us - the fast moving traffic, the sounds of the vehicles, the vehicles, the people stuck in the cobwebs of their daily lives and the never-ending run for being successful. There is just so much happening everywhere, every single second. But how many times do we sit and observe all of this? How many times do we sit and think of the ones we love, the ones we lost? Or how many times we actually tell our moms how much they mean to us and how secure it feels to know that Dad is around here somewhere? Well, today I got this chance of being just with myself. I sat in the balcony of my rented apartment at my favorite spot in the whole house listening to some beautiful instrumentals. The Ring Road seemed visibly bright and full of life with it's never-ending traffic. Under the dark night sky, the halogen street lights lit the road as if it were day. The cool breeze wiped my face softly and helped me to calm myself down. It's been about two and a half years since I moved to Delhi and yet tonight seems to be the first night that made me go down the memory lane. For the first time, I was thinking about Gwalior and Delhi, the changes that had taken place in these years, of the dimension this time had added to my personality. While in Gwalior, I never felt the way I do today. I sit here asking myself just one question - Is this me?? I guess that's to a great extent that happens to most of us who move from a small town to a metro. Firstly, it takes time for us to understand and accept the new ways of lifestyle and then when we learn how to face this attractive but brutal side of the world, we tend to lose on our own self to a great extent. But that I guess is the greatest challenge of moving to a new place - being able to accept the new lifestyle without losing on our actual identity. I guess I needed this night's silence to be with myself to think of what I was beginning to lose. I guess we all need it. We all need a break from this monotonous and vigorous life to be with our own self for a while and figure out who we are and what we are missing on to. You never know what all the silence speaks to you. All you need to do is sit and hear the sounds of silence. After all, we have just this life... why not LIVE?