'One day'

And one day, I'll tell you about these souls I've touched,
Touched, where my hands couldn't.
I'll tell you about the places I've travelled,
Travelled, where my mind couldn't.

I'll tell you about the mornings, I didn't want to wake up,
And the nights I didn't want to slip in.

I'll tell you about those days that went like  droughts,
And the times petrichor smelled like my thoughts.

I'll tell you about the dreams I shattered myself after knowing the reality,
And the aspirations I still carry within, to change this actuality.

I'll tell you about the death I want to face,
And slowly embrace the journey and its beauty I did trace.

And one day, I'll reveal these stories,
In a hope that they'll be your memories.

It's been a long time.

It's been a long time since the tears have rolled,
Frightened I am, on being so bold.
When you don't have something to heal,
Life doesn't seem real, but in a reel.

You were never perfect, and would not ever be,
We're all broken somewhere deep within, don't you see?
How would one know about the heart,
With unheard beats, how would he depart?

The voices won't be lost without shouts or screams,
But what about the vision, if the man never dreams?

Unworthy, to count the number of breaths you make,
Priceless, to give more than what you take.

It's been a long since the tears have rolled,
But without the falls, the mountains would fold.

'Something'

There sure is something special about this life I'm living,
Something about the love I'm giving.
Something beautiful about the people I've met,
And something to fear about the things I fret.

Something to tell of the roads I've walked on,
Something to reveal about the matters I haven't talked on.
There is something about these poems I often write,
And something to laugh on with the past I fight.

Whatever it is, that 'something' exists,
That becomes my every night's tryst.