It's in her eyes and she knows its true,
No one could ever make her feel, the way that you do.
Why then does she hide it and denies?
Why the resistance, why all the lies,
When he can see the truth speaking through her eyes?
He fears to admit it but he knows it too,
He doesn't want to live without her, he dreads the thought of having to.
It's beyond his naive mind to understand,
Why he felt so complete the day he had held her hand.
Why then does he not let it take control?
Why not give it a chance and let it flow?
Its incomprehensible, this power of love.
Maybe that is why its called the gift from up above?
Don't they just not want to see?
Them being together is just meant to be?
A ray of light is just all it takes,
To tell the real apart from all the fakes.
Its probably still dark, the dawn is yet to arrive,
Till then they must bear it, they must struggle to survive.
The darkest cloud also flees at sunrise,
The shining glow, upto then remains in disguise.
This serene morning they too would wake up to and see,
Then they'd realize that fairy-tales are for real - they just have to believe.
Years later when they'd look back and see,
They'd know it'd all happened for a reason; some call it destiny.
A new page gets written every night and day,
This book thus read tells us that life works out in mysterious ways.
"And so you know"
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
So I heard...
Probably there came a time in his life when EVERYTHING fell apart! He lost his sense of direction, where he’d go and what he’d do. He just couldn’t go on believing in all that was good and beautiful! The smile he’d flash was just a mock, the laughter of people around; a guffaw at his misery, and that reflection in the mirror – just doesn’t recognize the face it knew before. Sick, as it may all feel, that was the ground reality. Rock-bottom, and hit so hard on the spine, that the tiny little hole way up there, scintillating just about enough sunlight to catch the eye could very much be a mere illusion. Burnt, bruised, hurt and pained, the god damned breath pumping through the lungs became a curse, disallowing him to meet his fate, ridiculing the vision of his eyes with the little dash of that remote sunlight. He just lay – motionless, caring pittance for anything..everything...
Probably, he’d never want to get back up again..but then probably he just TRIED to.
For every wrong, there’s got to be a right.
For every silent prayer, there’s got to shine the Heavenly Light.
For a remorseful past, a future to reveal the futility of grief over what’s been done.
For every moment of loneliness, a tight hug for each from a beloved someone.
For every moment of pain, deliverance to finally come through.
For what's been lost, the joy of finding something new.
For every time that your faiths faltered, the Holy Cross making itself show.
For every failure, a lesson to learn, just so that you must know!
For all the sleepless nights, a day to finally revel in bliss.
For all the hate that’s been fostered, the heart to find love and be at peace.
For every broken heart, a love so great, for it to rise above all the pain.
For all the worries, an answer to say that the worries were all in vain.
For what is yours, can never be lost,
For, in life, hope is all you’ve got.
Come around the circle, come home to yourself,
The journey may be long, but in the end, it’ all worth it, I guess….
“YES?”
Probably, he’d never want to get back up again..but then probably he just TRIED to.
For every wrong, there’s got to be a right.
For every silent prayer, there’s got to shine the Heavenly Light.
For a remorseful past, a future to reveal the futility of grief over what’s been done.
For every moment of loneliness, a tight hug for each from a beloved someone.
For every moment of pain, deliverance to finally come through.
For what's been lost, the joy of finding something new.
For every time that your faiths faltered, the Holy Cross making itself show.
For every failure, a lesson to learn, just so that you must know!
For all the sleepless nights, a day to finally revel in bliss.
For all the hate that’s been fostered, the heart to find love and be at peace.
For every broken heart, a love so great, for it to rise above all the pain.
For all the worries, an answer to say that the worries were all in vain.
For what is yours, can never be lost,
For, in life, hope is all you’ve got.
Come around the circle, come home to yourself,
The journey may be long, but in the end, it’ all worth it, I guess….
“YES?”
Saturday, May 28, 2011
P A T I E N C E
So, what is it about patience that is so irritatingly optimistic? Why does she have to so convincingly say: Keep patience, the fruits it’ll bear will be sweet. Why do the lessons learnt about it the past twenty five years keep getting revised every year and the marks to pass that exam higher?
PATIENCE!!! Lately, I’ve been bumping into this word a lot, especially since the past six months. So much so, that I have come to believe that I am in a live-in relationship with it! The exasperating truth it bares - so obvious for you to see, the wretched wait in disdain and despair and finally when you are bereft of the hope of ever seeing the daylight again that you’d so desperately been waiting to see, the sun slowly shines through from behind the darkest of the clouds. It’s like the endless wait of the woman for her man at the station who’s been away for months fighting at the war. And finally when the day comes that he is to arrive, she puts on the brightest of her floral dresses, wears the most fragrant perfume and turns up at the station hours before the train is to arrive. But alas! She doesn’t see him getting off; pained to know that he may not show up in that train that day. She begins walking away; all her wait in vain. And then ever so slowly, advancing towards her, she sees him at the door of the train. As if it’d all been planned all along, as he’d been on his way back the moment he’d left!
It should really take some mettle to live and bear with this word. There should really be some magical charm about it. For, from the many stories told, from the many lessons learnt, you just have to wait for Deliverance to be delivered to your door!
And you know what? When the right time comes and the truth be revealed, you’d know that in the end, it was all worth that wait! :)
“Hey, the clock’s still ticking man!
Ahhh, that’s a good sign – the countdown’s begun!”
PATIENCE!!! Lately, I’ve been bumping into this word a lot, especially since the past six months. So much so, that I have come to believe that I am in a live-in relationship with it! The exasperating truth it bares - so obvious for you to see, the wretched wait in disdain and despair and finally when you are bereft of the hope of ever seeing the daylight again that you’d so desperately been waiting to see, the sun slowly shines through from behind the darkest of the clouds. It’s like the endless wait of the woman for her man at the station who’s been away for months fighting at the war. And finally when the day comes that he is to arrive, she puts on the brightest of her floral dresses, wears the most fragrant perfume and turns up at the station hours before the train is to arrive. But alas! She doesn’t see him getting off; pained to know that he may not show up in that train that day. She begins walking away; all her wait in vain. And then ever so slowly, advancing towards her, she sees him at the door of the train. As if it’d all been planned all along, as he’d been on his way back the moment he’d left!
It should really take some mettle to live and bear with this word. There should really be some magical charm about it. For, from the many stories told, from the many lessons learnt, you just have to wait for Deliverance to be delivered to your door!
And you know what? When the right time comes and the truth be revealed, you’d know that in the end, it was all worth that wait! :)
“Hey, the clock’s still ticking man!
Ahhh, that’s a good sign – the countdown’s begun!”
Thursday, April 28, 2011
On a Thursday Morning....
When the future seems blight, and hopes turn bleak,
When there’s despair all around, and respite is only what you seek.
What would you do? What then would you do?
Would you hold on patiently ‘til deliverance came your way?
Would you still believe that redemption awaits, let this haze of mist be blown away?
Or would you take charge of it all and choose a different trail?
Believe in yourself over your destiny, albeit taking a different course, to let the ship sail!
You could walk either ways, you are eventually to get only where you are supposed to be,
I don’t know if grass is greener on either side, but what you choose makes your destiny.
"And So, It Shall Be!"
When there’s despair all around, and respite is only what you seek.
What would you do? What then would you do?
Would you hold on patiently ‘til deliverance came your way?
Would you still believe that redemption awaits, let this haze of mist be blown away?
Or would you take charge of it all and choose a different trail?
Believe in yourself over your destiny, albeit taking a different course, to let the ship sail!
You could walk either ways, you are eventually to get only where you are supposed to be,
I don’t know if grass is greener on either side, but what you choose makes your destiny.
"And So, It Shall Be!"
Saturday, April 9, 2011
This too shall pass….
So, I completed FIVE MONTHS yesterday living away from HOME in this “quaint little town” as I like to call it. FIVE MONTHS!!! I didn’t really know what to expect when I got here. It was a mere coincidence that I thought I’d get a whiff of what it is to be on the “other side”. ;) And there is no checklist or scorecard I’m carrying to conclude how I’ve fared in these past few months! It’s an experience – you cry, you crib and cringe and complain, you laugh, you enjoy, you get frustrated, you get bored of boredom, you amaze your ownself, you love it and you hate it at the same time, you realize and value things you had and yeah, you do smile, a smile that can be understood only by you! :) You go through it all and you pass through it ahead, to take on new ones!!
What really did matter through it all? Infact what really did ever matter in all the experiences that you’ve ever had so far? For looking back to them, I just do see them as a part of my memory, mere impressions on my heart! For it all is no longer there! All of it, all through it, it’s just the experience of things that’s come along with you – nothing more!!
I now admire the discovery and the realization that mankind had – Earth is round. So, what is seen from a distance as the end of the road, was nothing more than the bend in the road! And like ever before, the “end” or rather the “bend” too did pass…..and so now you know… :)
So, hold the head up high, let your shoulders have their space!
Walk through, walk past, with your chin up, and wear the smile on that face!
“Manzil mil hi jaayegi, chahe bhatak kar hi sahi,
Gumraah toh vo hai, jo ghar se nikle hi nahi”
What really did matter through it all? Infact what really did ever matter in all the experiences that you’ve ever had so far? For looking back to them, I just do see them as a part of my memory, mere impressions on my heart! For it all is no longer there! All of it, all through it, it’s just the experience of things that’s come along with you – nothing more!!
I now admire the discovery and the realization that mankind had – Earth is round. So, what is seen from a distance as the end of the road, was nothing more than the bend in the road! And like ever before, the “end” or rather the “bend” too did pass…..and so now you know… :)
So, hold the head up high, let your shoulders have their space!
Walk through, walk past, with your chin up, and wear the smile on that face!
“Manzil mil hi jaayegi, chahe bhatak kar hi sahi,
Gumraah toh vo hai, jo ghar se nikle hi nahi”
Sunday, March 13, 2011
HOLD ON!!!
Hold on, Hang on, let it linger a little while,
I know that you are sad, but you can still flaunt that fake lil’ smile.
The music’s still playing, the bands still in spirits alright.
Don’t hang up your dancing shoes just yet,
Not before the band calls it a night.
Songs will change, as would the rhymes,
The nights still young, you too would find your rhythm – just give it some time.
A night like this may never come again,
It’s all changing, just like it’s always been.
These moments, these times,
Live them up while they are there!
Hold on, hang on, and let it linger too,
Yep, it’ll always be there! :)
“Glad, aren’t you?”
I know that you are sad, but you can still flaunt that fake lil’ smile.
The music’s still playing, the bands still in spirits alright.
Don’t hang up your dancing shoes just yet,
Not before the band calls it a night.
Songs will change, as would the rhymes,
The nights still young, you too would find your rhythm – just give it some time.
A night like this may never come again,
It’s all changing, just like it’s always been.
These moments, these times,
Live them up while they are there!
Hold on, hang on, and let it linger too,
Yep, it’ll always be there! :)
“Glad, aren’t you?”
Friday, February 18, 2011
Risen
It was not about winning. Neither was it about pride nor glory. The future was pushed back to oblivion and the past had raced way ahead. Nothing was at stake here. There was no question hanging in the air either. It just had to be either way – black or white! No mid-way!
His feet pranced on the ground beneath his feet. His hands didn’t tremble this time as his fingers clasped the cold handle. They had before when he had come across such confrontations but not this once, not at all. The aura of his presence emancipated confidence - the kind a person has when ignorance of the entirety around takes full control of the senses and it overpowers one to the extent that one knows nothing, sees nothing, and thus, has the power to believe everything!
Another step forward and they bowed before each other, never taking their eyes away. The cold rage in his eyes was the purpose and the cause of what the thousand pairs of eyes were to witness. Those eyes, their voices, their multitude thoughts about the righteousness were as distant from him as were his own senses from this cosmos. The sound of the sword when pulled out told him – This is IT! He had just one thought on his mind – To Slay! Whatever is to come up ahead, whatever is to obstruct his way, whatever his sword could make contact with. This thought brought him the kind of power he had only heard stories of as a child. What was he out there for? Because he was there, because he had chosen to, because it was unto him, because he just had to do it, was he The One?!
The swords struck each other twice each demonstrating its power to the other. The third time, the flesh gave away as the blade made it’s way through, testing the extents of their will and frenzy. Gasps followed by silence filled the air. Would the battle choose its victor or would the mind prove that there is no duality – that there actually is no battle that hails one and shames the other. There could only be one, The One?!
“As art thee – Reflections!”
His feet pranced on the ground beneath his feet. His hands didn’t tremble this time as his fingers clasped the cold handle. They had before when he had come across such confrontations but not this once, not at all. The aura of his presence emancipated confidence - the kind a person has when ignorance of the entirety around takes full control of the senses and it overpowers one to the extent that one knows nothing, sees nothing, and thus, has the power to believe everything!
Another step forward and they bowed before each other, never taking their eyes away. The cold rage in his eyes was the purpose and the cause of what the thousand pairs of eyes were to witness. Those eyes, their voices, their multitude thoughts about the righteousness were as distant from him as were his own senses from this cosmos. The sound of the sword when pulled out told him – This is IT! He had just one thought on his mind – To Slay! Whatever is to come up ahead, whatever is to obstruct his way, whatever his sword could make contact with. This thought brought him the kind of power he had only heard stories of as a child. What was he out there for? Because he was there, because he had chosen to, because it was unto him, because he just had to do it, was he The One?!
The swords struck each other twice each demonstrating its power to the other. The third time, the flesh gave away as the blade made it’s way through, testing the extents of their will and frenzy. Gasps followed by silence filled the air. Would the battle choose its victor or would the mind prove that there is no duality – that there actually is no battle that hails one and shames the other. There could only be one, The One?!
“As art thee – Reflections!”
Saturday, February 5, 2011
From the Shadows….
Oh you mere mortal! Slave to the fate!
What powers do you possess – greed, jealousy and hate?!
Chasing forever the elusive happiness, oh! You creature so meek!
Do you even know what is it that you seek?
I do mock you, and I mock you on your face,
Oh right! I see that you are too busy, busy finding your way out of this self-created maze!
You can’t bear the pain; you can’t even share your joy.
Bound and tied, aren’t you? While destiny tosses you around like a toy.
Always seeking that one perfect moment, when christened you shall be, to be seated at your throne.
Oh yes! Surely you’ll get there. But sadly, you will be all alone!
Can you just be happy being what you are?
Can you be satiated just doing what you do?
Do you even realize it’s all very close, never been that far?
If only you could see that it’s all out there, just out there for you?
Saying this, the devil dropped his dark cloak,
There was light all around, as the angelic eyes smiled at this young bloke.
How could he have not seen that it was Him all through?
Even when he felt he’d lost it all,
He came down Himself to say – I am with you!
“A Breather”
What powers do you possess – greed, jealousy and hate?!
Chasing forever the elusive happiness, oh! You creature so meek!
Do you even know what is it that you seek?
I do mock you, and I mock you on your face,
Oh right! I see that you are too busy, busy finding your way out of this self-created maze!
You can’t bear the pain; you can’t even share your joy.
Bound and tied, aren’t you? While destiny tosses you around like a toy.
Always seeking that one perfect moment, when christened you shall be, to be seated at your throne.
Oh yes! Surely you’ll get there. But sadly, you will be all alone!
Can you just be happy being what you are?
Can you be satiated just doing what you do?
Do you even realize it’s all very close, never been that far?
If only you could see that it’s all out there, just out there for you?
Saying this, the devil dropped his dark cloak,
There was light all around, as the angelic eyes smiled at this young bloke.
How could he have not seen that it was Him all through?
Even when he felt he’d lost it all,
He came down Himself to say – I am with you!
“A Breather”
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Of the Lost Charm
Cold silence beseeches the fogged eyes,
Eyes which don’t hold the familiar smiles.
A word of cajole, a noise of laughter like we last had,
Alas! It’s sad but true, just the memories of the past shall now ring in the head.
A phone call now doesn’t sound like the days of yore.
Once, if it ever does come by, sounds nothing more than just a chore.
Hurried words, just to let you know,
That it’s not to be the same, won’t ever be – anymore!
Curse the world, for it’s not your fault,
Or implore the Lord, for you just want the time to halt!
Your vision of the future is mocking back at you,
The old is gone. What? Where? Who? Nope, nothing new.
Drooped shoulders, head buried to the ground,
Time has burdened the soul, the magic is not to be found.
Tells a million tales of how it had all been,
Now lives with what is, the lost charm, never again to be seen….
“Deal With It!”
Eyes which don’t hold the familiar smiles.
A word of cajole, a noise of laughter like we last had,
Alas! It’s sad but true, just the memories of the past shall now ring in the head.
A phone call now doesn’t sound like the days of yore.
Once, if it ever does come by, sounds nothing more than just a chore.
Hurried words, just to let you know,
That it’s not to be the same, won’t ever be – anymore!
Curse the world, for it’s not your fault,
Or implore the Lord, for you just want the time to halt!
Your vision of the future is mocking back at you,
The old is gone. What? Where? Who? Nope, nothing new.
Drooped shoulders, head buried to the ground,
Time has burdened the soul, the magic is not to be found.
Tells a million tales of how it had all been,
Now lives with what is, the lost charm, never again to be seen….
“Deal With It!”
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