Afterall...

It was supposedly once
You meet somebody.
Who tugs at something,
That you really never realized.
Hidden Glances and futile chances.
Trying to make excuses.
To make up conversations,
To be near them.
Accidently meeting them somewhere.
Sometimes mentally stunted for words.
Becoming pink to your heart's content.
Unknowingly you hide behind,
The veil of your embarassment.
Torching you to a new high.
Breathlessness of senses colliding.
Feeling of a certain rush in tandem.
All the signs pointed to the obvious.
Only to know it never lasted.
All just play for being fooled.
To the reality that existed.
So many times spent in pursuit.
Eventually waking up to the truth.
It was never a bed of roses.
Just an illusive garden of hopefulness.
That drifts into loneliness of a tepid desert.
Words aren't enough
To tell how you feel...
It isn't idealism anymore
To think what love is.
When what it is,
Is a question thats never answered.
It just remains there high above.
Like a figment of imagination.
Many versions exist.
The right one thats sought by some.
Remains absent in this abyss.
Love-Do not know what it is,
Don't intend to find it.
Just hoping to feel it,
When the time seemingly is right.
Afterall...

I can't burst crackers....

Its the fifteenth anniversary of me never getting a chance to burst crackers. I wish I was in India and extending 10 ft of crackers from the terrace of my building. That would scare the living daylights of my neighbours. Still remember those looks Fifteen years later...So heres to my Nostalgic memory of Diwali. I have sorely missed you and will continue to do so till I get a chance to burst my crackers again.


Happy Diwali and burst away crackers to your heart's content
PS: Remember me when you light them!!!

sometimes....

Awakened deep inside,
Myriad of emotions.
Naming them all
Hard thing to do.
Leaving you confused.
Leaving you thinking.
Leaving you unexpected.
How do you deal with it?
A question posed.
Do you go with the flow?
Or Do you just let it be?
Is it better to be static?
Is it better to be active?
Choices a plenty on hand.
Are you procastinating?
Are you letting time do its trick?
The solution simple,
Yet seems hard to figure out.
Some riddles can be solved.
Some questions can be answered.
But there are some,
That just remains in the balance.
When feelings come into play.
With millions of strings attached.
Undoing the right one is delicate.
If you undo the wrong one,
The effects not very satisfying.
So you hang on,
Till you figure out
Whats to be done?
The answer might just come.
Or it maybe a mystery,
Needing you to investigate
What you think you feel?
Whatever maybe the end.
Right now what you do
Matters as much as the result.
Having enigmatic feelings.
A joyful confusion or
a chaotic illusion.
Never should it be a delusion.
And the conclusion.
Rests somwhere in your mind.

a fall day..........

Leaves glistened with drops,
Every drop rippling with a glow.
Permeating a warmth,
Sent by the rays.
The winds chiming
A soft melody....
Almost humming along,
are the swaying branches.
The clouds playing hide and seek.
With the sun's aura.
Greys and blues making
An interesting collage.
So goes the story
From a day in the fall.
Seen through my eyes.

Retrospect

Living life to the fullest,
Was supposedly in action.
Make something of it
Everyday is a miracle
Theres only one chance.
These were the lines.
Governing my life
or so they say.
Here I stand on a threshold,
Gazing back at the past,
Lingering in the present,
Pondering about the future.
Mistakes made can never be changed.
Feelings hurt can never be healed
Friends lost can never be returned.
Which side do I turn?
The one that dictates the terms to me.
Or the one where I decide the terms.
Whichever way I go,
I would never be the same again.
What happened to the innocence?
That harbored me,
To the revolving pace of the world.
What happened to the elusiveness?
that weathered me,
to the tempering changes of time.
What happened to the ignorance?
that sheltered me.
To the winding reality of existence.
Like a paper boat on a rainy day,
I float in a puddle drenched.
Almost sinking trying to hold on.
With the hope of being saved.
Sometimes from this world,
sometimes from myself.
If living life to the fullest was easy,
Why do I find it hard?
If each day is a miracle,
What is the magic I should see?.
If all these questions were answered,
Theres nothing to retrospect about.
Mysteriously I live,
Deliriously I search,
Lividly I watch
All the things
that make me "Me"!!