Wandering Heart

Humans have mind and heart,

And following mind fits well in beginning,

Things change with vision

When we start feeling every season,

And then there comes injection of hormones,

And we get into a new world of realm,

Going through tides and ebbs,

Things which make us feel like heaven,

And sometimes declare our life worthless,

It’s through these delicacy and roughs,

We learn what’s worth to matter us,

Heart or mind it doesn’t matter,

Finally where we sets our camp,

Is the start of journey ,

We embark on this life

Sooner or later it doesn’t matter,

We reach our ends as much we stay on course,

On path we decides ,

On course we admires

Being human ,

It’s all about feelings and emotions,

That decide our lives,

If we dare to follow ,

If we dare to stay,

If we dare to have faith,

It’s heart , only heart make us feel more human,

© Sanjay Ranout

Melancholy

Walking alone with grim and sad face,

In unknown direction with no destination,

With Lots of varied churning thoughts ,

To which there isn’t any particular description,

No straight reason ,

Nothing mysterious to decipher,

Sometimes likewise I find myself,

Lost in melancholy,,,

© Sanjay Ranout

Address the inner battles

When the battles inside take over mental peace,

I leave settlement upon time,

And then time doesn’t heal by itself,

As time shifts the battles from one to another,

So how does the peace restore,

Maybe peace lies in preventing this chain reaction of battles even to get started ,,,

©Sanjay Ranout

Darker Roads

In this never ending dark night

Nothing I can see

Being Lost and confused

Every path seems unclear

Walking through this for so long

Started loosing sense of direction

Compass too have failed

A moon brought moonlight

Showing up after big intervals for a while

And then getting veiled

Behind dark clouds

No matter if it’s raining

Or clear sky

It never shows up when requires

Falling over wines

Getting hit by ground

Maybe it’s to keep me grounded

Getting stuck in mud

Loosing ground in swamps

Maybe it’s to keep me down

Walking all blind

Even with good eyes

Maybe it’s to improve my sight

This journey has no end

As it’s complete dark

Direction less place

A black hole or a hole in black

I have no idea of this track

Moving or still

Even I have lost this sense

©Sanjay Ranout

The Times to forget and remember!

Do we need to remember it!

Or forget it!

But Once it will be over,

We’ll have a lot to figure out,

Unprecedented for few generations,

High times for unseen lows,

Confusions and chaos around,

Everywhere its calling to find more solutions,

Somewhere it’s seen as crisis,

Sometimes as nature’s reminder,

Maybe it’s an wide awakening call

That anytime life can stall,

Still we have hope ,

Passaging through this dark phase,

There is light at other side of tunnel,

A lot will be remembered,

A lot will be needed to forget,

How strange life can be,

Appearing in such strange tests,,

©Sanjay Ranout

Life’s flow

Flowing and flowing,

Sometimes like calm river,

Sometimes jammed sever,

Sometimes flash flooded,

Unstoppable and undeterred,

Sometimes Passing through valley of flowers,

Sometimes piercing through scorching deserts,

Sometimes falling over vertical cliffs,

Enriching it’s journey with varied experiences,,

Sometimes narrowing its size through narrow canyons,

Sometimes widening its presence to maximum in the plains,

It’s a journey which never stops midway,

And finally Ends it’s existence in it’s destined bay,

It’s harsh,it’s smooth,

It’s painful and also pleasure in its route,,

Such is the life’s flow,,

It has always much more to show,,

©Sanjay Ranout

In the shadows of past

In the shadows of past,

Everything is fading away,

Fallen leaves of hope and dreams,

Driving the Life in this autumn season,

All these leaves are getting dried,

And one day they will dissolve in the soil,

But till then they will continue reminding me of them,

Their existence won’t be over till then,

Going through these harsh winters,

Seeing those nude branches around,

They will make things worse,

And memories of flowering dreams will refresh,

And that will only add to agonies,

Untill shadows of past will cease to exist,,

©Sanjay Ranout