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The stories…

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More stories to unfold ,

of moments new and old

Some are better to forget.

some with encores are told

 

Some were special some were rare

of lost love and care

Some had you n me in them

some had those no more there

 

Some pass down to ages

For the charm that they hold

Some suppressed n put down

Go unheard,untold

 

Some blossomed, some lived

and fonder they grew

Some withered and died

in moments so few

 

Some will be cherished n retold

for ages to come

rest  will fade with time

the world will wonder at some

 

Those stories of past

Of long walks by the woods

hand in hand ,

side by side

sharing joys of childhood

 

Of those who saw blossom

their first love so true,

like first snow of winter

so pure fresh n new ,

 

There were  stories that were woven

in the  showers of rain

that still stir up the thoughts

refresh them yet again..

 

Some stories speak of those

who were dear who were close

who left us  ,with a void,

till day which echoes

 

They were erased and lost

in this worldly strife

like some missing chapters

in the story of life

 

Some stories are of treasures

that those dear ones left for us

an aquarelle of  memories

drawn on life’s vast canvas

 

 Some stories belong to those

who cherished who chose

to break rules, live dreams

not just move on with the flows

 

They moved out,explored

not wondered and seethe

They knew life was to “live “

not just exist and breathe

 

Some stories are our own

that we live on till day

moulding them each moment

like those sculptures of clay

we break them, shape again..

till we re done with the play.

 

the big book then closes

with secrets buried deep

off the shelf now  it goes

becomes  part of a heap

 

with some stories unfinished

n some pages old n torn

it paves way for the dawn

where new stories will be born

 

Time flies away, it just goes

its always on its toes

it wont slow down,it wont stop

for your joys or my woes

it wont rest to look at

life’s ugly burlesque

just a blink n there you see

lifes dawn turn to dusk

 

but it keeps weaving memories

in our lives night n day

this is what dreamz are made of

life’s a story they say,…….

 

 

 

You are…

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Here’s a song that my heart

often whispers in glee,

A lil note to tell

what you are to me..

How do I start

and what do I say

 You are

the sunshine,

that brightens

my day.

 

You are 

the cool breeze of may,

with a gentle sway,

which blows through my heart

and takes my sorrows away.

 

You are

a special someone

so precious, so rare,

You are a dream

that came true

You are the answer

to a prayer.

 

Your love completes me

Your love makes me whole

You are my first wish ,

my longing,

You are

the last dream of my soul..

 

You fill my world with cheer

and love so profound,

What a blessing it is

 to have you around.

 

You have been my strength

 through life’s lows and highs,

through years of waiting

through my  smiles and sighs,

 through the snowy Decembers

and the drizzly  julys,

Feels like it was just yesterday

Oh how time flies .

 

Even today your enchanting smile

is like a rainbow through  rain

It ignites same love

n same emotions insane,

Just a glance and I lose my heart

All over again…

A Shadow Unknown

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That shadow stood frozen,

in night’s darkest hour

still as a picture,

as a sole withering flower

 

 

with curios eyes laced with fear

I dared to move n step near

 

 

I saw that shadow move

n stare at me from a shady groove

I could see nothing but those eyes

those so familiar eyes

so dark so deep,as an ocean blue

those eyes so special,

those eyes belonged to YOU

 

 

When those eyes met mine,

they glowed for a while

then got filled with the sorrow

that lay hidden in that smile

 

 

What brought that gloom

on that once charming face

stealing all its charm

robbing’ all its grace

I wanted you to tell

what turned that heaven into hell

what made that enchanting smile,

so faint,so fragile

 

 

your lips parted to speak.

but the sound was so bleak

the words that you spoke

were lost in the clouds

and lost their meaning

in that misty shroud

 

 

That shadow turned away then

and vanished in the mist

I stretched out my hand to stop it

but it moved away with a pace so swift

Away from my eyes,forever was it gone

melted in the dark

n became a shadow unknown

leaving me with the darkness

that spread far n near

and incoherent thoughts of

that shadow once so dear,

left me groping in the dark

and struggling to find

a meaning for those lost words,

I never did hear

which never could travel

from your lips to my ears….

What Will People say .. :(

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What will people say ? Many of us must be familiar with this  question which that  little voice in your head keeps on poking you with over and over again. I have been a victim of this  ” what will people say” syndrome for long too. To the extent that I tied myself to an invisible rope and handed over the other end to these “people” who pulled it up every time I tried to do things my way and made me smother my desires and dreams totally, until I started living the way they wanted .

Who are these “people “?  and why do their opinions matter?  There’s a whole crowd of such people. They could be our relatives, colleagues, neighbors or sometimes even random strangers.  The shackles remain intact only the hands holding them change from time to time.And here you are seeking approval all the  time, pleasing everyone and basically living your life “their way” as if that was the only thing you were sent to the earth for. Eventually there comes a time when you feel suffocated, and that kicks off the journey of being “you’.

For me it started off with reading all those encouraging and inspiring quotes we see on FB and other such places over the internet, and of course similar books too. They lift your spirits in an instant . I had decided to  do things my way. To feel and behave the way I want to. And being “me” was the hardest task. This went on for a while and then again someone pulls the string. I crawl back and curl up inside the shell which by now was my  comfort zone. The fear creeps in again, the fear of rejection, ridicule and of being labelled as a rebel.

But then you ask yourself how much their opinion matters and how much do ‘they’ matter in first place. How long will they judge you or discuss or talk about you. Once in a while,once a month , once a day. You’ll stay on their mind all the time only if you are the only business they have. Well in that case they are in deeper shit than you are. They need to reevaluate their lives, stop judging and “get a life’. Once the fear disperses you see clearly whats holding you down. It’s no one else but you. Eventually its you who decides how you want people to treat you. You set the standards. You preside over the negative committee that meets in your head and tells you you’re worth nothing. And once you get rid of the fear you see the masks and garbs of these “people” coming off  and realize that the monsters you always feared were nothing but a bunch of lousy,opinionated fools hidden under those masks.

This is the moment you realize how fake you have been all your life and this is where the tough task of being yourself starts.

All you need to tell yourself is  “Its okay not to be perfect”.

Its okay if you don’t dance well. Go ahead with it because you ‘want to’. They can watch or leave the party.  Its okay if you laugh out really loud. It’s just that you are having fun and they’re not. Let them be jealous. 😀

Its okay If you don’t have that perfect height, perfect looks , perfect pout, perfect gait . At least you are not fake like the rest of them. Being imperfect is being real, being ‘you’.

Its okay if they stamp you as anti social for not hanging out with those morons, be proud to call yourself ‘selectively social’ instead. 😉

Its okay if you no longer sit with a fake smile, nodding and listening to their pointless stories.

Its okay if you no longer do that fake laugh at their lame jokes. Do only what ‘you’ want to do. No second thoughts, no doubts.

Refuse to be tamed down. Refuse to be confined and defined by their opinions anymore. Follow your heart and say a big “no” whenever required.

“I wont” because” I do not want to”. It’s as simple as that.

Say what you want , do what you want, wear what you want, eat what u want and drink ‘what’ you want, get high and kick the asses out of your life today.  😉 😉 Your future self will thank you for this.

Be free…Enjoy being  real, enjoy being “you” . 🙂 🙂

Last Goodbye

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Torn between emotions

Now gone dead and dry,

The anguish within

and  dreams in my eyes

Your eloquent promises

That agony, those lies

My soul seeks salvation

I  Say my last good bye

 

 

I writhe in pain

I crawl I bleed

The world turns around

But you pay no heed

My shrieks my sighs

My suffering and tears

Pierce through the skies

But fail to reach your ears

 

 

The solitude once my pal

Now stabs me so deep

It cripples my soul

I cringe I weep

 

 

I stare at the sky

with wait in my eyes

on the threshold of next world

on the last step of life

 

 

There’s a tug there’s a struggle

between death and life

Come free me from these shackles

Come and end this strife

 

 

Come free me from the bondage

of love, life and death

And give me that lap

where I take my last breath.

The Lost Bird

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Warbling in the sky

a chirping bird was I

Humming a canorous song

in the land where I belong

 

 

Then one day I had to leave

that verdant place  that sand

and I became a forlorn bird

in a faraway distant land

 

 

In that strange place

I was left all alone

missing my home and wondering

where those days have gone

Will those days return?

will there be an end

to this woe of pain?

will I ever find a friend?

 

 

Then one day I saw

a flock of birds chirping loud

and wondered if I would find

a dear friend in that crowd

 

 

Yes, said a little bird

in sweetest voice I ever heard

I  had found a friend at last

so pretty, demure and shy

We spent each day each moment

just rollicking with joy

 

 

But one day that friend vanished

like a shadow in thin air

I searched I screamed I cried

but Oh it was nowhere

 

 

He might have moved to

pastures more green

did my love lack

that truth, that sheen?

 

 

The sky was sneering

and laughing at me

that very sky

where I once did reign

 

 

I sat down to count

my losses n gain

that love those tears

was all this in vain?

was I so foolish?

was I insane?

he could never could read

that deep love that pain

as perhaps my feelings

were not ornate but plain

 

 

That love got lost

in the flux of time

the autumn shroud has silenced

that faint vernal chime

 

 

But this deplumed bird

will resurge again

n I’ll rise like a phoenix

from ashes of pain.