Passageway

Picture Courtesy: Diba Raza

You have been here many times...

they are always open - these passageways

you have walked and run

closed chapters...also begun

on your favorite cherished days..

Every time you leave

a debris lies behind

It has all sorts of things

some of it even sings

and few are ruins - unkind...

One day, strangely

there came a flood - untold

of emotions and tears

of insecurities and fears

Life stopped and I- turned cold

I closed a few doors

and decided to guard my soul

Stopped letting things in

ended stories, didn't let it begin

Until everything was in control

My breath suffocated me

the light seemed to depart

I finally kept the guards aside

opened doors, bright and wide

these are but passageways to my heart..

I let everything in, now

fearless, undaunted, some say

some luckily get a peek

sometimes vivid sometimes bleak

I rule my heart, my own passageway

Por...tu....gal!!!

And Ronaldo is not the only reason why I support Portugal. After this...

.... I support it even more ;) 

Wishful thinking!

©Yamini

Time between

work -

for naps and siestas

when people often grab 

a chance of reviving life..

Refreshing, relaxing, rejuvenating!

but I...

I push myself in to the depths of

vaguely arranged letters, so it may seem

to the hazy eyed.

transcending into the wonderland of

stories

where each page says

"turn me..

turn me now..

I hold a revelation for you"

I pass by each line, like it were 

a terrain -picturesque

in pursuit of cracking codes,

and finding treasures...

but then, duty calls... and i wonder

what if i get paid for 

reading and exploring

reading and exploring even more..

do you know of any such job?