Wishing to be invisible

Sometimes interaction with people is too much for me to handle.
Is tht a bad thing?
Usually when i am with people i reflect. But it takes a toll on me. I need to take a break for a few days before i meet people again. It tires me out. So much that i physically feel the exhaustion.

I am ok with being with myself.
I need that time by myself. Not sharing what i think. To be me. My me time.
But i wonder if i be myself in a crowd and people begin asking me if im ok if somethings wrong that they think im being rude or snobby and i go down a notch and talk till my head hurts and till my throat goes dry.
I wonder if there was someplace or somehow that i can turn invisible.
A place where i can just be me and not be asked to talk smile nod hear listen and react accordingly....
A place where theres noone else ....

Push shove

When u get pushed u tend to push back. When u get shoved. Its better to just step back....

When time doesnt exist.
When the mountains sway as a leaf in the wind.
When the sun sets in the east.
Then.
Maybe then.

Just a number...

Distance is just a number....
The same distance that heals also hurts.
The shutting out is not a number.
The silence that the distance brings can not be a number.
The true silence. The one that your heart needs as much as your mind... distance is not a number as much as it is a saviour.
Distance is better than a number...
Distance is turning out to be a healer... a protector... a  beautiful protective shield..

Barren land

The land looks barren as i travel. Toward a distant place if memory serves well.
Light at the tunnels end shall shine.
Just as flowers shall unfurl their beauty in the presence of the morning light...
The smell of the morning dew fills my heart with hope just as i alight from my chariot...
The land appears barren and the throat is parched.

As it shall be

There was once a prince... long long ago... the prince of hearts... with friends in near and distant places...
Friends worth their weight in gold and sapphires...
The prince had a secret. Who stayed in a land distant.
Who had pigeons carrying msgs...
Once the prince knew instead of beating the pigeon the secret he slew....
All the land laughed it is as i say they said. The secrets heart bled. It is as it is she said.
It will be as it is meant to be she said to herself as the pigeons flew free.
Her heart bleeding. Her eyes burning. She stood scorned.
Until the last whisper of breath left her chest she looked upon.

Why
Why draw a person closer
Why push them away
Why
Why draw a line and say stay withing
Why push the same person beyond
Why
Why shower with affection
Why show hatred
Why
Why say it is u i lean on
Why throw away the same stick
Why
Why say i trust
Why distrust
Why want and in a blink not
Why
Why....
Why......

Is it?

As my eyes close another day has gone by...
Without the scent...
Without the words....
Oh be still my beating heart...!
I hear footsteps....
Can it be?!...

Way back...

It is difficult to watch a loved one go through the forest alone and in the dark.
Especially when your hands are tied and you are told not give directions.
For the night is dark and full of terrors.
It feels helpless and with every stumble our heart skips a beat.
With every word our heart is squeezed.
May the wind blow the clouds away and may the birds guide your way with their mellifluous voices...
May the roads blossom with soft scented flowers that will keep your feet from feeling the rocky path....
May the trees swing and sway to show you the way...
May the rocks that you stumble on turn to nectar....
The beautiful bountiful forest....
that which gives us hope everytime we cast our eyes on it... may the same forest be brimming with hope and joy as you find your way back to me my love...