|Psychology Major | Passionate Believer | Tuffest Open book|
Numbered is my life,
Recorded are my tales,
Filmed is my ambience,
Ambiguity, my second name..
I usher lives around,
Moments? I have them bound..
For once I go on break,
Hell falls loose to the ground..
Thus they bickered their terms,
A Platform and Time alike..
Neither knew that their words,
Mirrored their lives to cite..
While thousand eyes applaud
A painting that reached the wall of fame,
There's one pair to applaud
Those that made it not to a frame.
While a zillion hearts sway
To a song that created records,
There's a set that gave life
To those that never got past the chords.
While words swoon
To a story that won hearts,
There's a whole volume
That has lived a life in parts.
While the world celebrates
Your glories that scaled heights,
There's a 'you'
That stood strong in all your fights!
I've lived a life before,
a life that knew no light.
For, only her heat and warmth,
were the source of my insight.
As I open up to you,
after months of timeless fight,
You showed me what was good,
And let go that what was not right.
You fought my tears,
You carried my brave facade,
Loudest was your language,
That silenced even my charade..
You accent my smile,
You play a truthful role..
The world, I bare before thee,
Eyes, the windows of me soul..
I'e travelled places afar,
flown to lands unknown
In languages across the world,
I am far fetched and known..
I've built some lasting bonds,
swayed thru childhood rivalries
I've teamed unrequited love
and framed fond memories..
I come as you know,
I leave as thou shall see
A kite that you once reeled,
But with no strings attached
Is who I shall be!
She entered the world chirpy and flair,
Had kept many waiting,
and started with many who care..
She laughed, she cried,
she travelled places anew,
Least did she know,
her absence was never a virtue..
She doesn't get to choose,
merely a pawn in people's hands,
Her presence isn't her choice,
yet on her absence blame lands..
As one enjoys her company,
no worries in the world to care,
As she closes up and confronts us,
Somehow, she is life..
Life happened, we declare...
She a heartthrob, and he was an outlier.
she was coveted, and he the refresher.
Her efforts persistent, his quite distant.
While he flexed himself, she remained his constant.
Many a banters later,
they decided to live their worth.
Subtle exchanges, silent vows,
had heat turned into froth.
There came a time they met midway,
differences left far at bay.
A sugar cube, and 2 mins latte,
had air filled their aura all the way!
Their love eons old,
marks the journey of every date,
"Join me for a cup of coffee?"
is how they tell their tale till date!
A lass once pondered, over whisky and wine
Is there a happy ending destined to be mine?!
When I know my life is a tale, that I let destiny write,
At that very moment, I give up the need to fight.
I heard not all stories, end in Roses fresh and defined,
Yet I’ve heard of those, which sure had History refined.
Tales that are called Epics and Wonders all around,
Narrated about fallen heroes and their heroic rebound
If my fallen face after my granny’s story, is evidence enough
Then there is no ending worth calling happy enough.
I heard not of happiness that follows an end,
But I assure you there’s much more, at a new beginning, My Friend!
Days and nights pass by,
while we carry this load.
Heavy though it feels,
We fear and fail to unload.
We complain, curse and cry,
And still take the same road.
Strong, that we see ourselves,
We fear and fail to unload.
Yes! we exist around you,
The brave, the smart, the bold.
And, The strongest of them all,
Dont fear and fail to unload..
There comes one such time in everybody's life when we are in search of a home. No, it isn't the warm, safe, four walled boundary. It isn't the sweet hugs, and loving kisses from our parents. It isn't the silly fights that we share with our brothers and sisters. Its not the city that we live in, and definitely not the people we move around with.
When we see all the loving people around us, yet their love doesn't reach our heart, we know we are missing home. When we watch people standing up for us, holding our back, yet we feel we are not understood and supported, we know we are missing home. When we live in the security of all the people we call 'ours' yet we have the worst of insecurities f...
Search for self!
They flew flawlessly in the breeze...
She was asked to keep them tied...
For freedom was limited...
And at times rather denied....
She mold her form..
she pinned them all up..her lustrous locks,
Into a beautiful braid....and a stunning persona...
Seen were just two of the strands...
Twisted and curled into each other...
While She searched for her self....
Like the world searched the third in the braid...
The perfect 'me-time'
that I get amongst the crowd,
I board the train, pave my way,
ruffling noises; rebound vague and loud.
A vacant seat among the lot,
a window by its side,
Raindrops dripping down its frame,
accompany me through the ride.
As the train kisses the station,
a speedy goodbye;
I lean on the railings,
let my rein momentarily loose,
At life, I choose to pry.
When momentarily, mundane turns surreal,
Loving me, is the music that I play,
As the showers quench the thirst,
Thirst of my hungry soul,
It's then, I choose to live my life
And love my life anyway!
I have a random thought,
Quite often than not,
I wonder if my life is a story,
Read by the common lot...
Are there moments and memories,
Some gloomy, some gleeful days,
Where you hug the book hard to your chest,
And to the plot your soul just sways..?
With A silent tear and a heavy heart,
When my life seems to have fallen apart,
Did u quail with hope for a change,
When begun to read, all over from the start...
And hesitantly when you hurry,
To reach the happy ending,
I hope at ever word you could relate,
To a character purely endearing....
Enchanting, is their rendezvous,
As two lives, meet twice.
The world is left spell bound,
In fervency of one, and as the other sets to tranquilize.
As colours and love cast into life,
Their duo, is always a sight!
A ballet danced at dawn and at dusk,
Is an Artist's dream, and a poet's right!
Enthralling and enticing,
the view was unblemished.
The world once again spell bound,
As the moon was left sun-kissed.
The night that you spent muffled up against a pillow,
The day that made you feel shallow,
The dawn that never appeared through your screens,
The dusk that never caught your breath, with its hazy scenes,
The rainbow that never broke the shackles of ur cage,
The monochrome that never actually felt vintage,
The riches, that couldn't win your heart,
The rags either, that you could never say apart.
It was the very night, in awe at your soul,
Tagging along, the day, never before felt as whole.
Completely smitten was the dawn, at your bay,
The dusk too felt equally sedated for the day.
Rainbow was caught up, trying to resolve the strife,
Between monochromes that fought for a place in your life.
She seemed low, as she held a grimace,
Spending a fortnight apart,
From her beloved, the princely Earth,
She questioned her stance in his heart.
It wrecked me as I watch her,
break down day after day,
As she doubted, no! not his love,
But her self-worth, in dismay.
I travel all around the world,
Gather nectar from oceans and seas,
And present before my best friend the Moon,
the gift of serenity and peace.
As i pass by her for one last time,
From me she gathered all the strength,
For she grows and glows in love again,
for another fortnight's length.
I present before thee, a tale of love,
A journey, quite clear and loud,
Of the moon's unbound love for the earth.
And I am the passing cloud.