What are We?

In this movement of Life 

And in the days

When we all strive

Where Are We?

Well deep down 

Unmasking these biases we form

With each damaged soul adding

To the  layer that we hone

In the core 

underneath and all the more

connected to the self

There we exist 

An adamant pure soul

Giving its all

to Pursue and to fight 

this world's plight

 

Underneath these biases 

We all are the same 

Some strive and fight 

and some just adjust 

to this world's plight

Underneath the biases

the desires makes us one

underneath there's no rebellion

Nor judgy eyes

that despise you in disguise

We all share the same formation

After all we are the same creation...

- Khushi Mehta

To the oceans so deep
What do you keep?

I have hold the remains
All the ruins
That once pleased the eye
And all the passer-bys

I have hold the secrets
That only have been whispered.

I have seen the stars
And added to their glory
Lighting in the night
Biolumiscence that pleases the heart

Ocean O'Ocean then
Why are you so silent?

It's better to sink the past
And let the present stay aloof
What has gone has gone
Letting go is nothing wrong.

Watching you go
Isn't easy
I don't know.
From sharing laughter
To sorrow.
And the days where we didn't worry
About tomorrow.

It's easy beside you.
With no bias.
With no masks.

I am what I can be.
I am what I ought to be.

And when you go.
A part of me will go
With you
And i don't know
What I ought to be,
When you are not with me.

A part of me knows
That letting go is what I need to do.
But its heart that wants to hold.
A part of vows.

Trembling with imperfection
In no direction
Meandering all the way
On the verge of falling off the way
Came a tender hand
I will not let you fall
She said.
We will find our way.
You are not going away.

With scolds with chimes
And infinite times.
She led the way.

And I learnt to go through my way.
But her dear affection couldn't go away.

No matter how old you get,
But these moments of childish innocence
You always regret.

No fear, no worries.
Just pure smile.
No fancy desires.
The childhood I always admire.

In the depths
Where there are no bounds.
She is in denial.
Torn apart between the
Perceptions of right and wrong.
She doesn't know
Where does she belong?

In the depths my dear,
One should be aware.

For in depths the line of right and
Wrong
Is gone.
In the depths lies the sunken remains of
A tattered ground.
Where the deepest desires hold.
You only see the now.
But depths my friend holds the Chronicle before now.

Above all.
Depths know it all.

The times are different
Sometimes subtle and sometimes indifferent
A day when you are brimming
And everyone can see you shimmering
There comes another day
When you are all dull and gray.

Time is neither your nor mine,
It's purposes are unspecified.

The one that has reached the top,
Will fall to the bottom.
And the one who is been in perils,
Can fly above the hills.

It's no one's enemy.
But one with vanity,
Can never have the eye of reality.
One with the nature's eye.
Can see it pass by.

The perils are the start of youthful greens,
With end comes a new beginning.
With every year comes a bag of memories.
A journey, a story to tell.
A vision to behold.
Or a vow to bestow.
With every year comes a great start.
Another story to write.
Where you hold all the might.

With each n every second a part of me goes down
With each and every breath a part hope is gone
I know that once that belonged to me will vanquish.
And in tranquility all will go
But I am not ready to accept
That belonged to me should belong to me even in vain.
Each and every dreaded day a part of me holds onto a part that's gone.

Or when the Sun shines too bright.

He is always beside you.

Though not visible,

But His existence is feasible.

Not in the world we see,

But in a world unseen.

A world in your thoughts.

A world inside your mind and hopes.

He resides...

He resides within you.

                           - Khushi Mehta 

Choices and choices all around,

How can one stay perfectly sound?

But only one question surrounds

Should I follow the path or turn around?

To do or not to do.

Not everyone can survive,

But I need to strive.

Strive? Striving is not enough,

You gotta be tough.

Power of bones? Power not always matters,

When the clouds clatters.

Power is not in the bones,

Or the muscles one hones.

It is in the heart that beats,

In face of difficulties.

It is in the vision one holds,

That turns him bold.

A vision that only he owns,

That no one knows.....