Saturday, 26 May 2012

You're The One

You're the reason for the rhyme in my words,
You're the hearts I draw on blackboards;
You're the flowers of many- a coloured hues,
You're the, yes the one, and that's true!
You're the one who gives a smile on my face,
You're the one for whom my heart aches;
You're the one whose voice runs a chill on my spine,
You're the one, yes, the one who will make the world fine!
You're the one to whom I would like to share my tears,
You're the one to whom I would show my darkest fears;
You're the I want to grow old with,
You're the one, yes, the one, I want to spend my life with!
You're the reason I watch the moonlit sky,
You're the reason I wanna watch the stars so high;
You're the one who makes my toes curl,
You're the one, yes the one, who's diamond to my pearl!
The world might crash, people might fade
But you, I am never gonna hate
Cause you're the one, yes love, you're the one!

Couldnt Say It Before

The tip of my quill rode in flames
As the night settled into a deep abyss,
Thoughts tumbled onto one another,
Frayed nerves, trembling hands made peace.
You shone like a bright star, a lone star,
Rain of tears washed the words on my pages
Feelings left undefined, verses left unsaid,
Never realised I've known you for ages.
The candle bled for your forgiveness
Cause it never lit up in the dark
Never knowing the depth of your love
Your eyes said it all, brooding and stark.
The willows wept, the rivers cried,
Plunged into despair, our hearts clashed
Sorry love before I could say it,
Lightening struck, waves crashed.
You were too far to know
I swear I cried at your grave
Testing times weakened our zeal
But I know, you were the bravest of the brave.

A Love story Retold

Two kites entangled as one,
Carefree breeze blowing them afar
To lands unknown, to clouds unseen,
The chromatic sun reflecting their faces
On the crystal lake.
Their love was never meant to be:
The breeze turned into a storm
The sun black and the lake darker.
They wanted them apart
They wanted them away.
The tempest tore through their hearts
But they remained together
As they were always meant to be.
Paradise was a distant reality
Eternity seemed just a dream
And forever just a mere word.
They flew against the wind
Fighting, crying, bleeding,
but giving up they never did, never letting go
The night seemed tyrannical, brutal
Dawn was never creeping in
Love wins in face of adversity
And win they did, conquer they did.
Morning brought a new beginning:
They bent but they never broke.
Love won, wrath lost
Two kites entangled as one
Went to a land afar.

Angels without wings

''I have a dream, a song to sing". Yeah I have many songs to sing and I do believe in angels too!! They are here, there, everywhere: you just need a heart to feel their presence. People have angels in their lives, a sun, who guide them, look after them and basically care for them. Sometimes we dont even know they are there. its just like those fairy tales where you have fairy godmothers, Father Christmas and the like. 
The thing with angels in real life is that they dont have wings, they dont carry wands. They simply stay with you, sometimes unappreciated, sometimes neglected. But they still love you, unconditionally. 

We remember our angels only when we are in need of them. We remember them when we want to shoulder to cry, when we want our shoulders unburdened. A single mistake and we forget every single good thing they did for us. Gratitude, respect, love- Poof! Vanished in thin air! This is the time when we need an evil fairy to make us fall in a deep sleep and no Prince Charming to wake us up with a kiss. Uh-uh! No missy, we dont deserve that!

I have angels (yup! truckloads of them!!) too. And this is a piece to remind all of us to appreciate our angels and lending our ears to them wont hurt, given the fact that they have done so much for us: giving their days and nights, putting our interests in front of others, giving up on their wishes for ours. Giving a few hours of our lives should be a no biggie.

Maybe we too are angels to some as well. There's a sunshine in our lives too. Someone who is the center of our world. Our angels should be our inspiration to spread cheer all around, love unconditionally and give selflessly. Yes! We too can be angels without wings!! Just dont forget to care for your own angels. They might not have wings but they are no less fragile.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Grown up or grown old?

 Like for example, what if I flay madly on the ground, cry like a mad thing in front of, say an Apple store for an ipad, will it evoke the same reactions (from passersby and parents alike) as it would have if I was a five year old? I know its not appropriate to do so too.But why? Why set different standards of behaviour for different age groups? Why do parents give in to the demands of their children when they are small and can cry their eyes out, but not when the same children grow up and discuss their wants in a matured way? Of course it has never happened to me on a larger scale and am not generalising anything here, but, I was just wondering (empty mind, devil's workshop thingy here ;) hehehe). Anyway what I want to say here is that we always grow old, but when and how do we grow up? By seeing reason in everything? By making people see reason? umm... wait! By not throwing tantrums and by discussing the matters that matter? How come do parents get to play the same roles? Why is it that we have to don different roles? Why do the children have to be someone with their parents, someone else with their friends and someone completely different with strangers? With age people stop looking at the world with wonder and start looking at with cynicism. they stop looking at nature with awe and start looking at man with distrust. The enmity between countries or between people is always actually the "wise" adults. Children fight with each other, but the next they will search the same kids and play with them together. A child is least bothered with which country he belongs to, from which section the society he is from, then why does the same child start differentiating among these things when he becomes a "matured and responsible" adult? Even great men were children once. Did they, at that stage of their lives, dream of creating fractured countries, broken ties, bitter enmities, cold war, venge-filled rivalry? If they have, then there is seriously wrong with the roots of the society. Where does the innocence go away from a child as he becomes older? One cant always blame the media. grown-ups have always more or less behaved the same over years if we look at the larger picture. We appreciate people who are 'children at heart' or ''who have kept their childlike curiosity alive". But have they actually succeded in doing so? Why is it so hard to be the person you were born as in the first place? Why try to be someone you are not? Of course adaptation is the way of survival foe human life, but at the cost of what? Integrity? Respectability? Peace of mind? Millions of journals, commercial ads, books are coming out everyday teaching the joys of living, the art of living, or even how to enjoy life and live life to the core. Why do these things have to come up? Isnt living a life. one's own life, as normal as breathing? I havnt seen any child being taught how to live life to the fullest. Then why have we, after growing older, forgotten about it? Living a life cant be the same for everyone. The harder we think about life, the harder it becomes living it. So dont just grow old, grow up. Be the child you always were, the child who always wanted to grow big and tall, but remain the same nonetheless. You can never be as young as you think you are, but you can always be the child you once were, not by crying wildly for an ipad, but by having your own sense of justice,fair and uncomplicated, a life where everything is seen in a new perspective, where we do not judge anyone by his country or race, but by the fact that does the other person play fair? Just because I didnt know how to play tag, doesnt mean that my friend didnt teach me. I have never seen communalism among children, have you?