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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Closed Doors

Your thoughts stray in through closed doors,
The further I run,
 The closer you come,
There is a light at the end of the tunnel,
But the tunnels too long
How long can I go on

One stare and a few words,
Walking away and not looking back,
Leaving behind the silent noise,
Of shattering glass,
Light reflected everywhere,
And suddenly you were nowhere.

Those cold eyes
still haunt my dreams,
Those memories
still play out in my eyes,
Questions
still echo in what is left of me

I go as far as can,
You're still there,
I change everything around,
You're still there,
I cannot change myself,
You're still there.

Your wave caresses the dry sand,
and leaves it to dry.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Nameless

They are so many things in our life which will make us unhappy ,its like you rise to only end up falling, or if you turn the tables you only fall so you can rise higher,every road has its share of potholes,and as your travel across many roads you learn how to deal with the potholes.Not because you want to,its because you have to.

The worst part about losing something is that you only realize its value after it has left you., but if it has left you was it ever yours to be,or was it just a phase from which you learnt certain lessons and on completion of that chapter the phase ended to make you go through another one and enrich you even further.Each lesson or experience is a single yet integral piece of a puzzle.The journey of life is to connect you with your soul, it is a journey will with intense passion and pain.,rising and falling,and a lot of other things which words cannot describe.


At various points in our life we have all tried to be something that we are not in order to gain a sense of social acceptance and belonging.Even though by doing so we are moving away from our ''self'', we still do it, and as time progresses we get so used to being like that, we make it a part of our personality and it becomes a part of us.

They are two kinds of expectations,what we expect from ourselves and what the world expects from us.These two are two different branches of the same tree,as our views and opinions are influenced by our interpretation of society and our position in the society.I am expected to behave and carry our tasks in a particular manner and meet certain standards set by the society around me.What we want is something which we often keep to ourselves hoping that after this phase is over we will get time.


A though just went past my mind while I was walking home one day.'If money grew on trees would they have been cut...

Friday, September 3, 2010

Smile


Alongside fear, there is hope
Alongside reality,they are dreams.

There is often a difference between what we want to do and what we have to do,we often choose the latter under the cover that we will always have time to do what we would want.We have many paths to choose from and the journey of life is based on our realization of the choice of path that will be true to us.  Someday in the mist of time we look back and go through all those moments and experience desperation and elation,within a short time span.They are actually two sides of the same coin, you can only value joy after you have experienced sorrow.There is always a tinge of regret when we look back at certain memories of the past,the question 'What If.... keeps on lingering like a layer of dew on the leaf of those memories. What if that had happened,or What if that had not happened.They are certain questions to which we have no answer and through the realization of that we learn the process of letting go.That is something no one can teach you,It is something you learn as you mature with experience.People often relate maturity with the age of an individual,I believe maturity is related to the depth of emotion and experience a person has gone through.



What is it about the past that is so attractive that you often go back to it,and spend time in its vicinity,longing for the warmth you had got from a moment or trying to forget the pain another moment had given you.Even though a memory is painful you still go back to it,that is something i could never understand,why do I think about something that has caused me pain, Is it in a futile attempt to get over it or am I still in the hope that it did not happen.They are some rare memories which each of us keep in our Pandoras Box. Firmly shut and only for our eyes.


I have noticed that whenever I write as I progress a note of pessimism sneaks into my words,so to overturn that effect I would like to share this wonderful poem with you from the movie 'Udaan' .  Something about this poem just makes me smile. I hope you do to. Till next time....


 Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein
Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par.
Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte
Itni door chale aaye
Ki ab bhool gaye hain –
Joote kahan utaare the.

Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.
Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.
Aur nazuk hi rahegi
In khatti-meethi yaadon ki shararat
Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe.

Sach, bhool gaye hain
Ki joote kahan utaare the.
Par lagta hai,
Ab unki zaroorat nahin."