“Life hasn’t started yet”

 

With sweet sweet memories,

In your mind.

You had great hopes,

About the world outside.

 

Teenage, adolescence,

Flew past you.

Left dead leaves of memories,

Behind you.

 

"Life hasn't started yet"

The world told you.

Mocking the conscious,

Inside you.

 

So you moved on,

Into that dog's world.

As it waited to,

Engulf you.

 

There was a made race of money,

With emotions kept on sale.

The world had changed,

But you were still the same.

 

So you wondered,

Sitting on that table,

Thinking about the good old days.

"Life hasn't started yet"

You heard a voice say.

 

Now you look at the mirror,

Staring at a weary face.

"Life hasn't started yet"

A voice still said.

Maybe life never started,

As you were running a losing race.

At the end of the day, when it's turning out to be, just another day. When life is behaving like "Life". There is a desire to hold on a little longer. A desire ignited by my heart...which waits in silence...for you...


The moment I find you, is the moment I will take a rebirth. A rebirth by which every single heartbeat will find it's reason to beat. Hardships of the past will be blown away like dead leaves.

...But I'll wait. I'll wait to know you. I'll wait to walk the walks of life with you. I'll wait for you...and only you...till the end of time.

It's weird how I don't even know you and haven't even seen you, but still think that you're the most beautiful women in the world.

Meanwhile, I'm right here. Waiting.

Please come soon...
I need you...

The Fire

Once a fire burnt deep inside me...

A fire that self ignited itself after every storm...

Shielded by barriers and barriers of hope...

The fire has died out now...

It's an endless darkness of reality now...

Ashes lay still, somewhere deep inside...

Memories of a fire which burnt, once upon a time....

अकेला

अकेला रह गया हु,

इस भीड़-भाड़ मे ...

न कोई था, न कोई है,

मेरे पास मे...

आये थे कई हमराही,

मेरे पास मे ....

जागी थी उमीदें,

किसी आस मे ....

छोड़ वो आये,

हमे किसी राह मे ....

उजाले धुंडते है,

अब इस राख मे .....

अकेला रह गया हु,

इस भीड़-भाड़ मे ...

न कोई था, न कोई है,

मेरे पास मे...

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.

=)