Dust

Sometimes I wonder if anything really matters
Probably nothing does, we're but a speck of dust

Floating through infinite continuum of spacetime
Nothing can be saved, nothing will forever last

But may be that's what makes it all so precious
It's now or never, since the moment won't return

Flowers in a garden

Osho was right when he said
Falling in love with someone
Is akin to admiring a flower
In a garden along one's path

It's fine to be truly inspired
But to desire for possession
Is a grave crime committed
Plucking it to keep in a vase

No matter how marvelous
Flower will look displayed
It'll wither away to waste
And it'll be soon replaced

Instead if we just awaken
To build our own garden
Someday it might bloom
With a glorious blossom

Lyrics of 'Today' by Peacock Affect

Sharing lyrics of one of my favourite songs.

Today

I saw you today
And I don't know if you noticed me
You kept walking away
You kept going the wrong way
When I want to know
What do you think of me?
And why 
Does this always happen to me?

It's been years...

I saw you with your group
You noticed me first 
Goosebumps and shivers down my spine 
Making me want to cry
With the emotion you flooded me
So many awful memories
Now can you look me in the eye? 
And say I haven't changed

by Peacock Affect

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ohzx4shP8EM

Spark

The spark was always there
Embers were still lighted up
The brew was yet simmering

The tune was in the making
Waiting for the final album
To bring forth the swan song

Painting the Sun

I was often painting the sun
Shining yellow with a smile

Bright green grass below
And clear blue skies above

But that's not where I live
It's an alien world beyond

So I've changed my palette
My colours are grey tinged

I paint my musty smoky city
Snippets from overcast past

Then brush flows more freely
I can finally be true to myself

Smell

I was so getting too used to
AC buses for daily commute
But yesterday I lost patience
Waiting for my usual Volvo

I decided to take regular bus
On the same route for change
This was not populated with
Sleek IT crowd with backpacks

It was filled with wage earners
The ones who count their money
Earned with hard toil every day
Whom city's glitterati looks away

Suddenly I was so surrounded
With several unfamiliar smells
Unlike the perfumed AC bus air
I felt completely overwhelmed

The open windows brought in
Car fumes and stink of garbage
Smell of my co-passengers' sweat
Mixed with scent of rain on earth

I again felt connected with real
Of the city's struggle and grime
Which swank city malls can't hide
And expanding skyline can't wipe

Losing memories

I'm losing my memory
I can't recall the tunes
I composed or words
Written how long back?

But it's likely better
Things submerged
And sunk to depths 
Of subconsciousness

I'm losing memories
I can't recall names
Feelings I once felt
Are lost and blurred