That Someone

That Someone

For some, it’s just the first sight,

Or it’s just a moment together,

For some it actually takes a while

to develop those feelings that matter;

 

For some, it is love

that binds the relation;

For some, trust is the very reason

to start the relation;

 

For some, it is really easy

to confess their feeling;

For some, It’s a secret

treasured in the heart, always concealing;

 

For some, it is the phase,

the moments of togetherness that matter;

For some the “fear” overpowers all,

the “fear” of dreams getting shattered;

 

For some, that someone is perfect,

Perfect even with all foibles and flaws;

For some, that someone is so perfect

that for the “fear”, this perfection is the cause;

 

For some, that someone is the most important,

What  will happen tomorrow is no concern;

For some, future is always on mind,

How to live in present, they need to learn;

 

For some, love is to let yourself free,

Restrictions and fetters don’t exist for them;

For some, breaking all norms is a challenge,

Just going with the flow is what they will always condemn;

 

For some, the feelings are mutual,

Life is not  that complicated;

For some, the very feeling becomes a complication,

when your love is not reciprocated;

 

For some, it’s just the first sight,

Or it’s just a moment together,

For some it actually takes a while

to develop those feelings that matter;

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Lifelines

Lifelines

different phases will come and go,
different people I’ll get to know,
but without my friends, not even for a second will my life have a flow;

when I am low and sad,
when something makes me mad,
I know they have got my back;

when there are secrets to share,
when I have got stories for someone to hear,
I know they will always be there;

when I get that silly overthinking attack,
when the very trust on myself is what I lack,
I know they will get me back on track;

when someone is needed to whom I can speak my heart out,
when even my family is not enough to clear out my doubt,
I know they are there to hear me out loud;

when memories are to be made,
when there are moments I want to create,
I know they won’t ever make me wait;

when nothing has been in my favour for long,
when decisions I take turn out to be wrong,
I know they will be my happy song;

when life feels like a mess,
when a shoulder is needed to release the stress,
I know they will make me feel the best;

when responsibilities will surround,
when with duties we will be bound,
I know they will still be there, wearing their best friends crown;

when all funky will turn to all grey,
when to old age we will become a prey,
I know we will still be laughing together as today;

different phases will come and go,
different people I’ll get to know,
but without my friends lifelines, not even for a second will my life have a flow;

Life and beyond

Life and beyond

Life is a tough riddle,

Rather the toughest of all,

Or it shouldn’t even be placed in this category,

Because riddles can still be solved;

 

Be it people, be it relations,

Nothing here is ever crystal clear,

Who will leave us when,

There is always a fear;

 

When we think everything is in our favour,

That very moment life takes a U turn,

Following us no matter where we hide,

Chasing us as far as we run;

 

Facing the challenges of life,

Won’t ever be easy,

The more you try to come up to the level,

The deeper you keep drowning in the sea;

 

And then the other side of the same coin,

Death that everyone has to face,

But what will happen to us after that,

It leaves us all in a daze;

 

Will we land up somewhere else on this planet after death,

Or will we be in places called heaven or hell,

It is yet another mystery,

The answer of which no one could ever tell;

 

All responsibilities that we had,

All promises that we were keeping all this while,

Everything is left behind when we die,

Even the relations that were more important to us than life;

 

The pain that people left behind will have to suffer,

That frightens me much more than my death,

Shouldn’t we also take away our memories along with us,

After we take our last breath;

 

I guess the solutions to these questions,

Would through out be hidden,

Only once when we are set free,

We won’t anymore be doubt-ridden;

Pure Happiness To Me

Pure Happiness To Me
A baby smiling so innocently while asleep,
Me having a cup of coffee and thinking very deep,
Is pure happiness to me;
 

A full moon illuminating the sky,
My dad flirting with my mom and she feeling shy,
Is pure happiness to me;

My friend’s expression when we are thinking the same thing at the same time,
A baby holding my finger and not letting it go, that very moment and time,
Is pure happiness to me;

A stranger saying hello and passing that beautiful smile,
Seeing someone helping that old man to walk a mile,
Is pure happiness to me;

The look on people’s face while getting a surprise,
Getting a pat on my back from someone wise,
Is pure happiness to me;

Meeting friends and reliving beautiful memories,
Having a walk in the night with that soothing cold breeze,
Is pure happiness to me;

Reading a book so engrossing that I want to finish it in a night,
Finding a belonging that was for long out of sight,
Is pure happiness to me;

Watching the sunset with a sense of accomplishment of a successful day,
Dancing in the rain and being a child all over again,
Is pure happiness to me;

Just not letting the sad, gloomy days affect me from now,
Just remembering that these little things will make me so happy and how,
Will be the purest happiness to me;

She

When she was five,
Knew nothing of the world,
 All she knew was playing stapoo,
Cycling and the fairy tales she heard;

As she stepped in her teens,
Her games changed,
From stapoo to badminton,
From fairy tales to stories which had morals to gain;

But the light of freedom still shone,
The breeze of liberty still blew,
Her perception of the world became wider,
That’s the only change in her as she grew;

But as she turned twenty,
That light of freedom became dim,
She wanted to fly with that breeze of liberty,
But the feathers of her dreams got trimmed;

Trusting people which was once just a phrase,
She didn’t have to know anything about,
Suddenly becomes so important
That it is taught to her by everyone around;

The clouds of don’ts and shouldn’ts
Have covered the sky,
The sky which was once lit with stars,
Stars with brightness of dreams to fly high;

Her behaviour starts defining her family values,
Life starts getting complicated,
Even an emotion as pure as love,
Can enter her life only with prior conditions stated;

Should she now forget the way she lived in teens,
And accept the norms the society has made,
Or should she herself be the director of her life,
Letting destiny be the writer who decides her fate;

Loneliness 

Loneliness 

Literally, its a state of being alone,

 A state when no one is around;

But to me, its the phase when you have yourself to be with,

When our true soul can be found;


Many fear loneliness would take us to the dark path,

With depression, grief, gloom and what not;

But they haven’t ever seen the other side,

How being alone in this busy world can give them some respite;


When we can meet ourselves,

Find the treasures hidden deep inside us;

Away from love, away from hatred,

Away from all emotions and all that buzz;


Having people around to love and to care,

Being pampered and wanted and having someone to guide;

But a single thought sends shiver down our spine,

What would happen when they won’t be by our side;


There are no such fears when alone,

Losing someone, hurting them or of our trust being broken;

No hesitations, no restrictions, no fetters would be there,

Decisions of your life would be yours and that seems to be quite fair;


Though loneliness can have it’s own pitfalls,

Then why these thoughts even enter my brain;

Is it because now relations have become more brittle than ever,

Or the selfish inclination towards my dreams is to be blamed;