There Will Come A Day

I believe that there will come a day
I believe with all my heart
When all our troubles will sink
To the bottom of this sea called Time
Lose themselves in the unfathomable depths
Or be eaten by mysterious creatures

I believe that there will come a day
My vision shall not fail me
When the seed of love begins to sprout
Upwards and upwards into the sky
With firm roots hidden underneath
Forming a solid foundation

I believe that there will come a day
I have eternal hope within me
When the stars align themselves perfectly
Pouring down serenity from the heavens
For us to collect in baskets
To store and use as we may please

I believe
I believe
With honesty and sincerity
In the power of the future
In Time’s ability to change
To flow from east to west
And sometimes from west to east
I believe in that future
And the future’s beautiful
And the future’s ours

How To Become A Better Writer

Step out of your house, barefeet
Feel the cracks on the sidewalk
Marvel at the vegetation growing in them
Bend down and watch the industrious ants
Scurrying

Step out of your house, without an umbrella
Walk and watch the others run for cover
Get drenched till your shirt sticks to your chest
Walk straight till the road ends without wiping your misty glasses
At any cost do not let a single drop fall on the book in your hand

Approach her, ask her out publicly
Get rejected and make an ass of yourself
Crash her wedding and be kicked out of it
But not before trying an exotic new dish
Spicier the better

Wear mismatched shoes on a flight
To a country whose language is alien to you
Chat with the person next to you
Tell him your secrets so that he may tell you his
Know that even he has a story to tell

Visit a hospital
Watch a life come into existence
And another extinguish

Whatever you do, do not stay home
Do not be staring at the screen
Do not wait for ideas to strike you
Step out and chase after them
They are waiting for you

How It Feels To Live With Tinnitus

Without a warning in advance
The wily ghost took his chance
Settled down between my ears
For years and years and years

He cares for nothing but his whistle
I personally served him his dismissal
Yet he wouldn’t leave me alone
He’s home, he’s home, he’s home

It’s my fault but I was lonely
I cursed the stars and wished for only
Something someone who would always be
With me, with me, with me

Now I regret my life’s choice
I wake each morning to his voice
Is it too late for another wish?
It is, it is, it is

I can claim my life as grim
Or I can smile and peace with him
Nothing’s ever gonna change his ways
He stays, he stays, he stays