The journey..

Sunny skies and warm winds,
all you want to do is breath them in.
Till your heart's so filled with sushine,
that you can hold no more,
and your eyes end the lines
your smile had begun.

You can see the fall leaves blow
on the path you had just tred ,
with memories of smiles
with all  your new friends.
Food and wine, oh! the world is mine,
music and flashing lights,
Oh! how did i get here last night!

You sing a song and dance along
as your path you try to find.
You get knocked down,
but you're not out as yet
you'll learn to fight,
you learn to survive.

Evenings go by filled with clamor
and a few will be spent with,
a broken heart and none other.
The winds they blow Oh so cold,
you begin to wonder,
who steals the warmth from the hearts,
or is it maybe just the weather?

A few do come along,
hear your song and sing along.
Teach you what you would have never learnt
show you the right from the wrong
but as all good things have to pass
they too will soon say goodbye.

Dreams will build their sweet homes,
some will flow away with the seas of time,
some will keep you up at night..
Teach you to live, teach you to love,
teach you to see a brand new world.


You'll stand and stare at a sunset someday,
laugh at the sweet memories made,
take a deep breath and hold it all in,
taste the journey on which you have been,
take a step forward to live your dream,
Stronger more today than you have been,
Fiddle with your keys and hum for none.
Stronger even as you stand alone.

The bus ride home..

Every morning while having my daily bowl of cereal i try to find myself among the 30+ pages of political potpourri delivered at my doorstep. Following which everyday after spending 10 merciless hours spent in front of the computer at about 7 pm in the evening i take my bus home .Everyday i just close my eyes and wish i could fall asleep for those 2 slow hours that i take to get home. Today i decided differently. I opened my window wide open and decided to keep my eyes open the entire journey. Plugged my music on and thus began a different journey.As everyday i passed the place that has this factory that makes spices. tucked into some narrow corner of the road. I have tried this before but never found out where exactly its located but the smell is just so intense..and the crazy tumble began and the questions just randomly popped into my head. Do people who live around that factory smell like these spices all the time. They must be ..they spend their lives surrounded by it.I almost smirked at the thought of entering a conference with 'garam masala ' deodrant on me..
I looked up and saw a high rise that had a certain floor who had its wall removed. It just had a parfait and no walls.. Looked spooky wonder why would anybody need such an apartment. Note to self: A mystery to be solved later.Passed the oh so familiar bridge next and with that came the 1st glimpse of clear sky. With no hoardings to obstruct my view and the summer light still holding up.Something felt so wrong with the sky...So many clouds today on supposedly bright summer evening .My music switched to linking park it went on "and the clouds above moved closer looking so dissatisfied..." .'how did my music player know what happening' was all i wondered. Well scene changed and i passed the IIT's..Do you really think that that's the place where legends are born?? well no mood for debates today.. Next the lake came to my view.. so beautiful with the sunlight just about there..Its changed and i have noticed long after winter.It has its signs to welcome the summer..Weeds and possibly Hyacinth's growing on its surface almost covered all the edges like its drawing up its blanket against the cool night breeze.

Do you know sometimes you listen to a particular song and it just surges through your blood..Makes you want to let down your hair..let the wind blow..go running on a beach.. and feel so surreal..No matter how cheesy corny and stupid it may sound.. i know i do feel like that.. and for today it was 'Crazy by Aerosmith'..That song just gets me high.. Breeze next to the lake..Bus moving without traffic and the song playing so loudly i culdn't hear anything else.. Its was a dream sequence...Only difference i discovered it on a just everyday ordinary evening ..on just another everyday bus ride with just another song playing on my everyday music player.. :)

I reached home fresher than i ever have in the past 18 months of my everyday journey on this very same road for 5 days of every week.

I let my hair down and walked home today..with Crazy on Repeat...

Footnote: Pic taken from my bus window at the risk of being called crazy by all those who were traveling along and staring at me.