That Night

There was a flare in my eyes
That night,
Like a war had commenced
Between my heart and my mind.

Wasn't I obliged to be happy
About the word that came?
Then why was my sense,
Acting so lame?

After speaking to you for hours
That night,
I finally fell asleep.
Like,you were meant to be a Keep!

Sometimes when I am a little low,
I recall
That night,
And I love the fact that,it brings to me,
A 'glow'.

Something

Something is holding me up.
Something!
I cannot say it is allied to you,
But I surely can say, it is not new,
Is it the illusion of permanence that you threw?

What is this state of perplexity?
Can you define?
Is it ever going to be fine?
Not able to hew or bring about new dew!

I never opined that I would dismay so much,
But now that I do,
I want to know,why is it too.
Is there a reason or is it just a block,
To let the hours pass by the clock?

No matter what,I hope the fury goes away
I hope the  storm settles soon.
Is there a way I can say, let go of the mess?
I wish!
But I,could not care less.

Rush

What does 'A Rush' mean to you? A Rush hour? An adrenaline rush? A drunken high?

It could be your dream that is keeping you awake or the rock concert you are attending tomorrow that is not letting you sleep.

Recently, while having a casual conversation with my friend Lily,I discovered, a rush could also be that, you  are rushed onto things, those things that  probably were not ready to take upon. 

Lily always had a plan, a long one, that she devised in high school. But as life goes on you keep making more plans , some remain the same, while others turn out tad different. Where was the one 'rush' that always kept her on her toes? That one, that made her feel alive, even when things were not in place.

Now, she only kept rushing onto her schedules, meetings and of course her emotions,rushed all the way up and down. Was something missing? Had she be looking for a different kind of rush in actuality?

I thought ,may be Lily rushed herself into attaining the listing, that was devised by her. Or may be that rush was not just enough anymore. 

So when we concluded the conversation, we decided, life has its own course for us. What may  seem a rush to me , may not be for you. What may give you a high today ,may not seem to excite you tomorrow. We must have to  follow the course or our hearts to find that 'own rush' within us.

So on the new year day, I would like to ask you, "What's your rush that keeps you going?". Do write in :)