Tis about feelings

The times that one gives to the heart.......but seldom do they.......well you should know it ll by now

Tonight“well yes tonight

Something just snapped from within” Those little expectations that formed Part of my dreams and aspirations, Are no more”?

What is it that keeps away from me, Expectations that one cherished, Were they more than what I deserved, Or was it, the limitations, of the one who 'gives'.

I will take it as limitations, as they suit me best For I know there is 'more' out there, More than what has been given to me“ or is it, That I am to be the 'giver'” or else I would be getting.

All this is a part of a dream“ Dream that we know as life” Life if the way it is lived“belittles the very self The 'self' that we know as our being

Our being, is just an excuse, For we never are” as expected Being is so very static“and life Is anything but static.

We oscillate in the realm of time Neither there nor here completely. Strange inanities, as one would say, And the day it all stops, "it matters no more"

Smruti” loving you is so much a part of me You know the day you called the first time Since that time I knew“ I just knew, You are that special one” I always dreamed of

Who in all vagueness, stirred within me, Those dormant dreams’an awakening from within That restlessness, that incomplete feeling, And, knowing now that 'you' are there.

At times, just knowing is enough, However much one might think, 'Knowing at times can be more fulfilling, Words would not be able to describe, 'that knowing'

Funny though, using the word "love" Makes me feel I belittle the very concept, For when its there, "its there", Need we put it in words.

Words all have meanings, Meanings too have meanings within, And so the search goes on endlessly For the very "meaning" do we ever get it right?

Endless as we travel through the phases, There are times we are with, and a time without, We thought life would be impossible to be with, And yet when we live without, we live on.

So there is this, and there is next, We jump to conclusions, even before we arrive to one. Thinking that its time, When there was a lot left to decide.

When is the right time, I will never be able to figure this out, For with me always it has been, Maybe the time was not right.

'Tis said god is the answer to it all, But one spends life after life looking for one, God that is within, is god eventually Your god, or my god, is simply 'god'

Someone gives the other so much, But then the other, has to have The capacity and the strength, To accommodate within

How much more can be written, Endless as it may seem, Or repetitive as it becomes, Words will be always words

Meanings are those that are within Words will always fail to impress, For predefined notions, are, That give words their meanings.