Moon, the leader

I lay on my back,
On the terrace of my house,
Looked into the starry sky,
And saw the only beauty there.
It's weird that amidst all the glamour,
Only one face is bright,
No shimmer. No shine.
But so very bright.

That is the connect,
Of the sky and our lives,
All of us glitter,
But not all of us are gold.
Amidst us, stands one bold,
Upholding virtue and the wisdom,
Showing the way, like a guiding light.

We bow down to him,
Bend to touch his feet,
Sometimes are jealous,
Sometimes are proud.
One day, the moon will be you,
One day, the world will look up to you,
You just need to believe that,
You are best and the closest.

The wait is long,
And luck is hard,
The bruises are loads,
And the pain is a lot.
But strive, they say,
Strive so hard,
That no one can defeat you,
That no one can deprive you.

Of being the moon,
The best among the crowd.
The most valued,
The crowned.
But forget not,
Once you might also be the star,
In the background,
Just enhancing the beauty of the moon.

Don't lose hope then,
It might have not been your cup of tea,
It was MEANT TO BE,
Not yours.
The moon isn't the only thing,
The stars are also poignant,
Who you are comes from what you do.
So do it right.

The story of us..

Never felt so good, never felt so right,
It all happens when everything rushes back,
Into those years of solitary love,
And the moments of sheer pleasure.

The bittersweet arguments,
The laid down path,
The beautiful daylight,
Reminds me of you..

You were there to talk,
You were there to weep to,
You were there to fight,
You were there ALWAYS..

We were misunderstood,
Thrown around and beaten up,
Tried to be separated,
But all efforts in vain..

We sat there weeping,
Through the corner of our eyes,
Looked at each other,
And swore we would never let anything tear us apart..

And one day, everything seemed wrong,
And everything came to an end,
Like a tragic one, in a sad story,
And you could hear the cries,
Of melancholy in the pitch darkness of the night..

I can not forget the days of loneliness,
Those tears of utter pain,
The eyes too red to even see,
And the band of love dying slowly..

But when things are meant to be,
They get okay some time or the other..

Silence was torture, and so we spoke,
Nights and days together,
I tried so hard to get it all back,
And then I gave up..

But then, you started trying,
And things got better,
Feelings were spilt,
And joy was felt,
Everything was alright..

Because, when things are meant to be, even you can not tear it. And when people are meant to be, they are just meant to be together FOREVER.

Loser

I am a loser. You are a loser. We all are losers. At some point of time, you feel awkward and devastated. You feel desperate and broken. You feel like everyone is better than you, and this happens to everyone, sometime.

We all have emotions and are too vulnerable. We get hurt easily and hurt others very easily. We dream and our dreams shatter, and so we are losers. We are always those kind of people who can not bear defeat. We hide our face shamefully, and cry inside.

I have been a loser, a lot many times. When I have lost something I wanted real bad, I felt like a loser. When I didn't get what I thought I deserved, I felt like a loser. When I was heart broken, I felt like a loser. I am feeling like a loser writing this. But this is emotion, my friend. True emotion.

Everybody hurts someday, it's okay to be afraid.

Don't go......

I have never felt so many emotions at once, not even at my farewell. But I did this time, while I gave a farewell to my seniors. I had a huge communication gap with most of them. And never tried to interact. They say, friends in this phase of life are friends forever. I never tried making them my friends. But today, when we gave a farewell to those people whom we hardly knew, I just knew that they were no different. Walked on the same path as we did, gathered the same experiences as us, felt the same emotions as we did.. If only we were closer, Grade 11 would have been so much more easier.

But for those handful of seniors who made trips memorable, competitions filled with spirit, activities filled with enthusiasm, I am grateful that they were there to help me. I'd go nowhere without their advise. Experience makes us wiser, I believe. And their experience helped us to go on with the flow.

These seniors of ours might have not been great communicators but they were great people. And we are glad that we met them and were a part of this family. For all what they spoke in the two minutes they were given, they touched our hearts. They thanked us and meant each word of it. They were glad that we gave them such a wonderful farewell, and felt the same regret that we did, of having THE COMMUNICATION GAP!

Putting together this farewell, was easy for us. We could easily say goodbye at first. But then, as the farewell got going, it became tough to say goodbye during the course of the farewell. I don't know what emotion filled my heart but I was overwhelmed. I started to like the school, I once hated. I started to feel the love, which I once saw missing. I felt from the bottom of my heart, I regret. And I wish I could redo this.

Blessed us

See the woman screaming out in pain?
See her eyes filled with tears?
See her mouth to dry to speak a few words?
See hands shiver with ill-luck?

See the man on the far off fields?
Who's too old to bend to sow a seed..
Who's eyes are squint to know accuracy..
Who's only reason is his family..

See those children lying in the slums?
See the dreams in their eyes, and no food in their hands?
See their ragged clothes?
See their homes worse than sheds?

Look at them everyday weep and cry,
Look at their lives filled with denial,
Look at their hands craving for help,
And their eyes crying with desire.

And then, take a look at yourself
You are blessed, lucky and still curse,
You have so much but want more,
Don't you know all you have isn't all what everyone have?

We scream, we shout for the pettiest things,
If they were to do the same,
We wouldn't have silence, ever.
This life of yours is blessed.

Admire it, accept it. Don't curse, don't crib. Life's too short to cry. Learn from them and know that pain is hard to digest. Remember, you are blessed!

Moments..

How little they are, but so significant. We catch hold of them and keep them in a box of memories and never let them go. Moments of joy, love, laughter, pleasure, togetherness, happiness, sorrow, defeat, pain. How just one person can make you feel every moment..

Moments we hold dear,
and keep them so near,
they let us not tear apart,
they let us not move on in life,
they make us dream,
they make us want more,
they help us shine,
they are beautiful joys,
They are cute some times,
and sweet other times,
They just make you feel proud at times!
They give you hope,
and show you paths,
They are respected,
and they are unforgettable.

I would fall short of words,
to describe these precious pearls,
All I can say is, they define me,
they shape me, they are just a part on ME!!

So close, but yet so far...

When I met an old friend while travelling back home one afternoon from school, I realised the friend lived so close to my house and yet, I do not know how to make conversation with him now, remembering how we used to never keep our mouths shut when we were together. Then it struck me in the literal sense, SO CLOSE BUT YET SO FAR.

But that's not all to it.
People give up many things in their long journey of life. Some things which they wouldn't want to look back at, some things which they would miss so bad, and some things which weren't meant to be. But when people possessed those things or had those people, they knew it was worth fighting for. They knew it was worth the pain and the struggle, and then one day they give up. Everything vanishes and crumbles to the ground. And people stand there looking like fools at their dreams which they shattered themselves.

Not everyone realise that people fight for reason, if they need something badly. They stand up for it against the world, they scream, but they don't stop supporting. They take all what it needs to happen and try again when they fail to make it happen. But when they lose hope, when they lose reason, when the lose minds, they give it up. All what they fought for, seems senseless. All what they wished, seems useless.

If fighting for it back then was poignant. If you NEEDED it so bad. If you would have gone through all the pain for it. Always remember it is worth it. That thing was wroth the pain, the struggle, the reason and it is still worth it. Gather up all your courage and rise for it again. Believe it in one more time, believe in yourself one more time.

Do all what it takes, but never give up. It is always meant to be yours, if you wish to have it!

True friend forever.....

All my life I have been calling people my best friends, and have given them so much of importance, that in the crowd of best friends I had made, I had lost my true best friend. She was there, just beside me always, and I was too blind to notice that 'Best' can be just one and will always be just one. So this is for her, for always looking out for me.....

Expressions last but not forever,

Memories live but alas fade,

One person out of the crowd remains,

Till the end, till the end.

The boring pages of history,

The not so interesting physics,

The lab experiments(disasters),

Wouldn't have had been fun, without you.

I'm like a dog without direction,

A horse without beauty,

A hare without speed,

When you aren't around.

You are beautiful,

You hold them in your eyes,

while you speak,

And your beauty come from your heart.

This beauty is inspiration,

for people to grow,

from petty thoughts,

And from the crazy mind.

I haven't dreamt of a day without you,

Not a single breath,

Words are worthless,

Without you, without you, WITHOUT you!

Those glorious stories of friendship,

are not just the ones in pages of history,

But are those in your life,

which exist till you perish.

I'm sorry if this sucked and wasn't as good as the rest :P But I love you, best friend !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Growing apart

You were there when I was down,
You were there to wipe away those tears,
You were there to hold my hand,
You were there to show me the way..

But now I am lost,
I can not find my way,
I hide my face in pain,
I speak my thoughts in vain..

Where is this going?
This can't be the end,
I need to hold on,
We need to stay here, together

Till the end of time,
Till death do us apart,
Wasn't this what we promised,
But now we are moving..

Far apart,
Distances speak,
But not so loud,
I can not hear you anymore..

I wish I could relive,
The moments of bliss,
The endless echos of laughter,
The beauty of just being there with you..

It is tough,
Saying goodbye,
But tougher,
To grow apart..

Dedicated to one of my closest friends, who inspired me to write this. :)

Safe and Sound

Lying there under a starry night,
I realize how beautiful the moon is,
But I see through the moon,
I see him, the one that matters the most..

Those eyes which glitter with passion,
Those lips which speak love,
That poise of pride and shimmer,
Everything makes me love..

He protects and loves like a father,
Looks after and cares like a mother,
Fights and forgives like a brother,
The family in one, he is..

Looking out into the open fields,
I wait with my hands so cold,
I kiss the air in absence,
And there he is standing..

Staying close, wrapped in his arms,
Forgetting what the world is around,
Trying to make peace with myself
I stay there safe and sound..

A wonderful night it is,
The weather is even better,
Things may get beautiful
But the beauty of love is forever..

To the only person who matters to me when it gets dark and when I lose reason, I love you.

To the left, there is soulful music by a greatly talented friend, Abhishek :) Do listen to it, while you read..

Holding on..

Over time, everything changes. This is one harsh reality which most people can not digest. What is with people and holding on to the old times, the old traditions, and the old ways of things? This usually happens with the older generation. But as times change, people change, traditions change, norms change, SO YOU NEED TO CHANGE!!

This is to all those people, who find it weird if teenagers walk together on the road. To those people, who think it is disrespectful to not look at them and speak. To those people, who still want girls to be protected way more than boys. To those who want our country to look overly tradition-ed. And to everyone, who can not look beyond the few possibilities they count for themselves.

Too short, but wanted to make a point. :)