Sorry

I have never realized when to say sorry to you

Times I have tried to understand what you expect

Times I have succeeded but proportions so few

Times I have handled your feelings without respect.

Maybe I would say help me understand 

Maybe you would make an exception from your stand

But may be I would tread the same path at hand 

But may be you already know the law of the land

It's time to contemplate and analyze myself through

Do I really feel what I wish to do

Do I really believe in open mind, or stuffs that thorough 

The more I feel, my eyes are red, maybe encapsulating sorrow

Experiments with Solitude

I wish people knew me better than they do.

Something that only I can wish, 

Being tired of the solitary bliss.

It's Time that I give it a miss

And depart with a goodbye kiss.

Onto solitude I can only think of saying "Booo...".

"Welcome to the world", did I reside in you?

Seems familiar yet so new,

Saturated by the enchanted crew.

They talk to me, but I talk to few.

Again in my lonely heart, isolation I brew,

With the clatter all around,  with all the cry and hue.

Away I fly to the abode of the silent cuckoo.
Somethings are as they are,
A hornets nest none should stir,
Consequences vivid with an unhealing scar.
Wish I didn't go really this far,
I wish people didn't know me as much as they do...

Lost chance

Whichever course i follow, it is untrodden nevertheless,

All my steps taken, whose consequences only I can assess,

Have led me here and will lead me on

Future is unknown and the past completely forlorn

In the dark alleys probably of a blackhole, in an abyss

Lost in space and time, maybe enjoying the solitary bliss

Eagerly waiting to reach the very top, the zenith I behold

Or is this just a passing dream, a story to remain untold

Latching on to the wheel am I

Unable turn it, I watch the waves passing by

In grave sombre I lost the chance to snatch the deal

One last opportunity to turn my life perfectly surreal. 

River cruise

I always believed I have remained the same

Through time and tide

Through thick and thin

Eternally bona fide

Changing no colours of my skin

Perhaps a bit unwise, perhaps a bit lame.

Drifted away have I from the course long ago

Thought I had stuck

May be I was wrong

May be I missed luck

May be I dumped the throng

Far away its trail is, taking a different course of flow.

Cruising have all us been, or rather creating such an impression

Destination far from sight

Saving no cause for delight

But still I hope I might

Succeed in taking the first flight

Crossing all boundaries, surviving chances of regression.