IDLE REVERIES...

The days and nights pass.
We live….
The months and years pass.
We live….
We breathe and we live,
We live and we breathe,
No significance in our existence….
Why we are? What we should be?
All unanswered questions haunt an idle mind.


Am I doing the right thing?
Is this the correct option?-
What’s the point in asking anyway?
Because the habit of living has got into our veins.
The purpose is lost in the complicated pathways
The story of each man is that of passing days…
No variety, no change…!
An unending saga of sameness and complacency.



I wish to break free,
I wish to fly and touch the sky,
I wish to feel the star in the eastern horizon,
With whom I share my feelings….
It had been when I was, it will be when I am not….


Can a heart pound in the same wild manner as mine does?
Can a mind reach out to mine and share my thoughts?
I wonder if I will ever find ….

My lines will remain as ramblings of some mad woman
Lost in the mazes of her own reveries!!