Cages

We live caged lives,

Independent and free.

Hollow hearts inside us

Very lonely.

He bent the rods of seperation to reach her,

Held her hand and freed her.

The weather had then changed,

Flowers learnt to bloom in new ways.

Beautiful beautiful nights,

Sweet sweet days.

Two souls had united,

For each other they were made.

The sandunes of time were drifting away,

Things were changing,

Or were they?

Nights were not beautiful,

Days were not sweet.

They thought about yesterdays,

When they were free.

Escaping their prisons,

Gave them a beautiful life,

Time proved that,

It was all a big lie.

Funny are we,

Funny are our lives,

Playing hide and seek,

With our times.

Like birds we fly,

From our cages,

Only to find,

Bigger cages.

The Book

Somewhere in a forgotten corner, lay an old book on the floor.

It's dusty pages with the words of my heart.

That worn off cover did hold a life within it.

Many came, read a few pages. Got amused, got bored.

They were not interested in what the book wanted to say.

Nobody hoped for a good ending to its twisted tale.

...and so it still remains there, fallen on a dusty, forgotten corner.

With words waiting to be read...

With a life, waiting to be lived....

...Because it's Christmas!

Every year, comes the month of December. A month which not only brings those heavy jackets and sweaters out of the closet. But also some feelings out of those dusty closets in our hearts.

December. When everything is so cold and numb. With worn out people having no hope. And then suddenly a light shines from somewhere. A light that fills those dark corners of our hearts. Leaving us smiling without any reason.That's December. To be more specific, Christmas.

The rich. The poor. The good. The bad. Everyone gets a gift. A gift in the form of a new year. A new year, and an ocean of hope filled into our hearts. That's Christmas.


Because when the path of life gets cold and numb...
A light shines from the dark corners of your life...
And that soul inside you, smiles...
Because life may be one big battle...
But it's these little sparks of happiness that matter..

The spark of happiness. The drops of hope percolating your heart.
That's Christmas, my friend. That's Christmas.

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On a more personal note. I may not be a Christian. I may not celebrate Christmas, in a traditional way. But as a kid , Christmas was about watching "Home Alone" a hundred times, Eagerly waiting for the Christmas function at school and swaying to carols from side to side (I still do that) , but there's always been a special place for this festival in my heart.

A feeling of joy that sneaks into me out of nowhere. That's Christmas
I guess. =)

PS- Merry Christmas one and all ! My Christmas is surely merry even though I've got many exams to give. But I'm smiling. Maybe, that's Christmas.

=)

पागल ..

दुनिया कहती पागल हु ,

अरे! मै कहाँ पागल हु?!

थोडा सा अंजना हु,

थोडा सा दीवाना हु,

प्यार का मारा हु,

दुख का हारा हु....

आवारा हु,

बंजारा हु....

सताया हु,

रुलाया हु....

दुनिया कहती पागल हु ,

अरे! मै कहाँ पागल हु?!

दिल के दर्द मैंने भी सहे है,

ज़ख्म दिल के अभी भी न भरे है,

दुख के कंकर चुनता आया हु,

दुनिया कहती पागल हु ,

अरे! मै कहाँ पागल हु?!

Take My Hand

Take my hand.Together we'll walk on a cloudy day.

Take my hand. We'll walk on a beautiful moonlit night. With the waves on the seashore, touching our feet. Making each moment, a cherished one.

Take my hand. Even if its for tonight or for a few moments.

Tomorrow, you might be lost in this world. I'll be left behind.

Looking for you.

Trying to feel the warmth of your touch.

Take my hand. As my life will always be about these beautiful moments.

Take my hand. Let me live this beautiful dream. Before I wake up to an endless reality again.

Take my hand. If only for a little while.

But set me free. For a lifetime...

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All these mushy mushy feelings. Gah.

This is what happens when an angel sings to you.

An angel they call "Norah Jones".

<3

Pain

In the darkest of nights,

When this heart gently cries...

Its the pain that embraces me,

And holds me tight...

My pain does not know me since today or yesterday,

It has known me since the beginning of time....

A hundred and one people I've met,

Blinding my emotions with lies...

Behind closed doors,

My tears comfort me,

My pain accepts me,

For who am I...

A confused heart of mine,

Has trusted many times...

But pain has always come to me,

Like a dear friend of mine....

In the darkest of nights,

When this heart gently cries...

Its the pain that embraces me,

And holds me tight...

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Gah.

The Free Bird

Somewhere back in time,

A caged bird had dreamt to fly.

In the bondages of politics,

The bird lonesomely cried.

Some people loved her,

Some adored her,

Some heartless people,

Ignored her.

A few men of honour,

Knew how she felt.

They begged for her freedom,

Looking in the eye of death.

Many noble souls,

Left this world.

Thus freeing,

The caged bird.

Now she flies,

High in the skies.

With a little heart,

That always cries.

She looks at the skies,

Which don't remind her,

The freedom she had attained,

Somewhere back in time.

Now she looks back,

At those times.

The cage seems better,

Than these endless skies.

Flying in these skies,

She still has to find,

Her freedom which lies,

Away from these chaotic times.

Like a free bird,

Flying in the sky.

Searching for a better place,

Searching for better times.

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This one's for you, India.

*salutes*