Healing Wounds

Eyes are numb
Dropping the curtain every now and then
The lights didn’t go off last night
And we are gripped in a never ending bullfight

I didn’t want it but do I really need it?
May be a lesson to strike a note off
Broken trust or broken strings
Anything can get a new ring

Life ain’t easy
But no good thing comes easy
Time heals deep wounds
Just like Gold can heal a broken bowl

River Bank

I close my eyes and I see a river bank
I see myself standing right in the middle
Thinking about the green life bearing trees and starved wildlings on both sides

I see myself getting anxious over fishes I can’t fish
And stones I simply can’t help but to stumble upon
I forgot everything when I look over a radiant beam
But sudden surge in the river is bringing me back to the now

My legs start to tremble and confusion shadowing me
Should I stay or jump over to land on either of the sides
My eyes see no light, the radiant beam is moving out of my sight

I am holding on tight, I instructed myself
It is just a momentarily commotion and should not throw me off my game
It is just the moment I need to fight rather than the bodies around
I asked the wind to help me surf
For I have to march and not to stand still

The animals would leave me in peace and I would find greener trees
The radiant light would shine brilliantly again
And I would again be standing right in the middle of a river
Waiting for more wildlings, fishes, stones and sudden surge
To throw me off my perch and then to find a new perch to stand on again

Are We?

Are we settling down for the dust
when we can shoot for the stars

Are we compromising on who we are
by accepting each other for reasons we don’t know

Are we busy talking about random stupid things
rather than cooking up new ideas for a better tomorrow

Do we really need each other
or is it just an another spark among many other sparks

Are we settling down for the dust
when we can shoot for the stars

What is Hope?

When you are sitting on a piece of cardboard next to a small shop worker in a general compartment on a train and you have nothing on you to protect yourself from cold breeze in middle of a night and then that shop worker tells you his story. He tells you that he has a daughter and he and his wife work hard every day so that their daughter can become a doctor one day, that is hope.

When you tell others that it is going to be okay. Chase your dreams and work on it every single day, that is hope.

When you get out of your comfort zone and pick yourself up to cold call / email as many number of people as you can just to get a solid grip on your dreams, that is hope.

May be you have the best of intentions at heart for other people. May be you want them to be more realistic. May be they are not on a right path at the moment. May be they don’t have financial ability to back their dreams. Don’t ever tell them to give up. Hope is the only thing I, you and every one around us have. Connect people who are in need to your network. Help them get a clear sight of their path. And watch them over so that they can achieve their dreams.

Help is something that you tell a small shop worker in middle of a night sitting next to him in a general compartment on a train, that yes, your daughter is going to be a doctor one day and surely going to make you proud. Yes! that is hope.

Big Brain and Little Heart

Unusual emotions were nonsensical yesterday
Ironically it makes a lot of sense today
It is funny, how growing changes you
The things you used to run away from, are the things you chase today
And its scary how everything contradicts the younger you as you become wiser

While your little heart still figuring out the source
Those unusual emotions run at godspeed inside your big brain
When you feel vulnerable in heat of the moment
You look for a warm handshake but sometimes all you get is the cold look

The year is full of vulnerabilities
With expressing louder as the only mojo
You want to let them know how important they are for you
But you can’t do much because days can tangle more

Sad part is that you don’t know where you stand
After all, working on extremes is not-so-good a way to live
It adds anger to your commotion
And bitterness to your thoughts and actions

Everyone wish they can have it all
But settling down for less is the need of this hour
If inextinguishable fire is burning in your big brain
All you need is sweet water for your little heart

True Friends!

Hey,

I am writing this to you to let you know that I miss our good old days. I have been off lately and I am very sorry for behaving oddly and hurting you. I wish, I could share my troublesome feelings but I didn’t want my negativity to effect you in a bad way. I didn’t want you to think that I am cynical and pessimistic. I remember in college, I dragged myself away from a very close friend. But you know, what he did? He changed the course of my boat, so that I don’t beat myself up hard and drift away. He made me understand the true meaning of relationships. And I will remember that for rest of my life. There was one more close friend, whom I wish (till today) would have done the same. Well, life is long and I am still hopeful. I must admit, I was bit jealous of you and I thought that I am not good enough for your loyal company. It hurts every single night that I am moving away from you. Sometimes, I feel I am protecting you from my dark side but I see you cry inside, too. And that’s not good for either one of us. I know you have tried dragging me in but try more. I want you to fight a little more and I will come back to you like a boomerang.

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P.S. Here is a good piece of music for your ears – Shine

The Lady in Pink

I fondly remember the day, I saw mom in her full strength. She wore a light pink gown like attire that morning. I was young but I could feel that she believes that the world is up for grabs. I was happiest that day. I felt most secured that day. And I felt most home that day. She hasn’t been at utmost comfort for the last year or so. She went through paralysis due to blood clotting in her brain in Jan’14. The fact that I wasn’t there for her when she was going through an operation makes me feel sad and bad about it. Her condition has improved but being a heart patient makes things more difficult for her. Lately, I am seeing her loosing her belief in life. Watching her struggle for a normal breathe every day is painful and heartbreaking. I wish I could tell her, you will be fine “one day”, but deep down I don’t know what our future is going to uncover.

For the last few days, my imagination is giving me hope. It is boiling up an event which I pray is true one fine day. And I want to live long enough to write a testimony to the blissful evening when I will see my imagination turns into a reality. Here is my sketch –

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A winter day about to hit dawn
With sun closing its eyes and lightning up the moon
Birds flying back to their nests, feeding their babies and chirping
And a slow musical breeze adding a plethora of lightness to everyone’s mood

Mothers and dads enjoying a light procrastination with their buddies
And at the same time watchfully looking over their children’s play
Old men and women sitting on lawns in circles with shawls and scarves
Feeling proud discussing their grandchildren’s success stories
And confident over their political and family views

Suddenly a loud whistle flipped my attention towards a warm house
A lady wearing a pink attire is cooking healthy meal for her family
She is lean with long black and brown hair and soft angled eyebrows
Washing dishes inch by inch and then moving sideways to ignite a stove
She turns back to my eyesight and peeks through her kitchen window
I think she is looking for her husband and is now relaxed
For she has found him talking to their friendly neighbor near a swing

Then she lifts her head smiling and waving her hands
As if she is asking me to run and come fast
I was confused because it was just me and my imagination
Suddenly my soul feels heavy as I watch a young boy going past me
As the moment unfolds, my eyes become heavier

He waves back at the lady, asking her to open door for him
She asks her younger son to open up the door for his brother
But he was busy contemplating at his childhood heroes
Seeing that she leaves the kitchen to go to the front door
Frustratedly looking at her younger child but smiling at the young boy
After helping him to washroom, she looks back at me
This time with a lot of hopes and proudness
Giving me chills of courage and self belief

This very moment, she was the most beautiful
This very moment, she was the most strong
And this very moment, she was the most confident

I wish I could experience this profound moment one fine day
But this time in reality not in a figment of my imagination and past memory
And this time, smiling and waving at a young man not a young boy
And I can tell you that I will be the happiest when it happens

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Image: Art by Giovanni Boldini

I end my post with a good piece of music for your ears – Loud Places

P.S. I dedicate this blog post to mom.

I Am Not There

When people I love fall
It hurts because I am not there to offer them my hand

When people I love cry
It hurts because I am not there to wipe off their tears

When people I love tell me that they won’t live long
It hurts because I am not there to tell them that you will live long enough to watch me grow old

When people I love pray for me all the time
It hurts because I forget to call them up and say “hi”

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My Mysterious Fox

If stars ever speak to me
I tell them to shine on her face every night

If sun ever speaks to me
I tell him to always give her warmth till dawn

If wind ever speaks to me
I tell her to never let her go out of breath

If rain ever speak to me
I tell her to wash away all her fears and pain

If earth ever speak to me
I tell her to keep her ground strong

If I ever speak to her
I tell her she is the best thing that has happened to me

If she ever speaks to me
I tell her you are my mysterious fox

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I Thought You’re “The One”

In my head, I played with the idea
That you’re a special one
In my heart, I saw
That I emotionally connected to you
I imagined you and I discovering new places
And living a worthy life

Your presence was my sun
Your voice was my caffeine
Your anger brings an unexpected smile
And your calling opens up my closed mind
But your emotionless face frustrated me to the core

You give me kick to travel
You inspire me to build my dreams
You were in my life for a short interval
I wish I’d have shared more memories
I wish I’d have shared more of me
And I wish I have known more of you

When I look back to those weeks
You were a blessing to my life
Will remember you always
Even if are oceans apart
And your name will always be on my lips

Sometimes life doesn’t give you what you want
Sometimes life has other plans
Sometimes life tells you to give up
And I curse life for what she’d done
But life is beautiful and it keeps on going
This time without you
And I give my best to both of you

In my head, in my heart
You are the person, I wish I’d have
Love is majestic
And I would love to love again

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P.S. Inspired by the song “Atlantis” by Seafret.