...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*

सफर

जाने कल क्या हो,

किसे खबर.

बस इस राह पर,

बद्ते जाए कदम.

मंज़िल मिले या ना मिले,

किसे खबर,

रहेगी ये राह,

रहेगा ये सफर...

जाने कितने रंग,

ज़िंदगी दिखाती है.

दो पल की खुशी,

फिर इंतज़ार करती है.

इस धूप- छाव के खेल को,

खेलते है हम,

चाहे कुछ भी हो,

बढ़ते जाते है हम...

मंज़िल मिले या ना मिले,

किसे खबर,

रहेगी ये राह,

रहेगा ये सफर...

आते है कई पल,

जब दिल रोता है.

अकेलेपन का एहसास,

हमे जो होता है...

करते है इंतज़ार,

उस हमसफ़र का..

जो बने अपना साथी,

इस सफ़र का...

साथी मिले या ना मिले,

किसे खबर...

रहेगी ये राह,

रहेगा ये सफ़र....

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I'd written this 2 years back.

My dad read it. He came to me and asked "Did you ACTUALLY write this? "

The True Companion

He was walking a dark and an endless road. He looked around, and saw people walking like him too. Like zombies, lifeless, numb and in their own worlds, they all walked. Everyone saw a distant light. A little flash everyone was constantly walking towards. Some called it happiness, some satisfaction, some called it peace. They all were heading towards their own individual light.

He saw many , who found their light. Bringing smiles to their lifeless faces. But his light always seemed far. He had no choice. He had to walk, looking at the light, which kept moving away from him.

At a certain point of time, all of them found the lights they were looking for. He was left , all alone making his way through that dark road. He consoled himself, shed some tears to heal the pain. The light was now appearing nearer. He started thinking about finding his own light, experiencing its very first ray. As it would enlighten his heart and ultimately his soul...

Then finally the time came. When his light was before him. Looking straight ahead, he saw the light exploring the endless road in front of him. He closed his eyes, the days of darkness and misery flashed before him. They'd surely taught him something. Those days had now become a part of him.

He turned his back towards the light and started walking the endless dark road again..

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The darkness. Its the best companion one can have. It hides the world around you. It makes you feel that you're all alone. We actually are. All of us.

PS- Its even more fun, if you've got someone to hold onto while you make your way through the darkness. =D