Sometimes there seems to be so much to be said…
But words just don’t seem to flow.
And when sometimes they do push through -
-To be verbalized,
The mind just doesn’t let go.

Its strange that I wonder so
But often those questions occur to me
Why, the more I want from you
The more you fulfill for me.
And even when I make things difficult too
You somehow always sail us through.

I wonder why I matter at all…
Why don’t you just shatter my hopes?
Why not hurt where it’s always hurt the most
Why don’t you let me be, why don’t you let me fall?
Why do I matter at all??

-Ananya Kushwaha

When every moment, everyday, you echo in my system
I wonder if you think of me once in every autumn.
Thousand times in thousand ways, of thousand things I think of you
And wonder if into your thoughts my thoughts do ever blossom.

Every night, in every dream, in every face I look for you
And wonder if you notice me in that hazy land of black and blue.
I close my eyes to catch a glimpse; your image eludes me all the time
I see the lips, the nose I see, but eyes evade your paradigm.

In every song, in every word, is everything I do not say
And wonder if you’ll bring to life the dead I bury everyday…
In all of that and everything I wonder if there’s light at all
And everyday I put it out for hope is painful anyway….

Everyday, in every dream, I look again to look for me
And wonder if I still do smile in the shattered pieces that I see;
Every time your eyes evade my dreams arise to be set free
I ponder when you’ll echo again and I’ll dissolve and cease to be.

It’s a song I cannot sing,
A tune I must not hum;
But every time I walk alone,
My eyes just don’t keep mum.

It’s everytime that I don’t think
I am only thinking of you;
When everytime I turn around
You are all I am looking through.

It’s a dream I must not see,
And dreams I have but few;
But everytime I notice me
It’s just not me its you.

A million people walk my world,
There are thousand things to do;
But of everything that there can be
All I can feel is you.

You are the song I must not sing,
The tune I must not hum,
The dream I must not see;
But dreams I have just few…

-Ananya Kushwaha

turmoil

this guy chetan keswani...almost a buddy now... wanted me to make something supposing that the question was him....what my answer would be like... i think it'd be like this... for u chetan... its like a cyclonic chaos...ur life and its parts are entangled around one center...i dont know what center is...maybe an experience...maybe a person...maybe u urself... whatever it is....everything mind u evrything is sucked into it....and i think somehow sometime if ur able to come out of it....u'll see light.... hope that suffices....