Dedicated To Someone Special

Dear blog

I am overwhelmed by some unexpected joys of life. I never really wished for them, but probably they were my destiny. I never ever expected them to unfold at this point in my life. Well, I dedicate these simple joys of life and the following poem to one of my angels. I know my angel will stand up once again. I always believe that when bad things happen to good people, they become better people! And hence, i expect that my angel has become better... Though written about some very special hearts and their remarkably sweet gestures, this one's for you, dear angel ...

Crossing Roads

We cross roads with people,
Shake hands and bid bye bye to march on.
That's how the journey unfolds,
We cross people and they cross us too ...

Though unsaid, there's more to this melancholy,
For some people don't just cross roads,
In fact, they never do cross roads to march ahead,
They keep the unsaid promise of being with you ...

Sometimes, they lead you;
And at times, they follow you;
While most of the times, they are besides;
Visibly or invisibly, the idea is to be around you ...

Without really spying,
They know everything and even beyond ...
They say just the right words, every time
And do just the right things, always ...

The many people who cross roads,
Are mere distractions of life,
And the precious few who uncross the melancholy,
Are the inspirations of life ...

Our inspirations exchange not just smiles,
But beautifully 'stupid' memories too !
They mayn't help unscramble these crossing roads,
But they sit besides just to cry when we shed a tear or two ...

Celebrating these inspirations,
And appreciating the unappreciated;
That's all I got to do, at the end of this journey,
P.S. - I Love You all till the eternity ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

" I'll Miss You ..."

Dear blog

The following poem is a tale of three words. The words that a girl finally uttered. She finally came face to face with this moment of truth ! She finally embraced the words she was ditching up til now. I know this girl for a long time now. She talks of her friends and angels whom she will so very miss in the coming days. Just like me, she faces the dilemma of to be and not to be! With her permission, here I am, blogging the hopelessly hopeful tale of those words ...

" I'll Miss You ..."

Finally enduring the unendurable,
She said, " I'll miss you ... "
Following those luckless words,
She forced a smile for the one she'll miss ...

Trying to fight her brains and the inescapable,
Her heart dismissed the idea of leaving, ever !
But then, she said, " I'll miss you ..."
Forced to accept that she'll have to leave ...

Having said, " I'll miss you ..."
She tried hard to understand it, to feel it!
Though she isn't sad anymore, nor is she pained,
For she doesn't really know the pain of parting ...

Mesmerized at the perfection of life now,
She was correct to say, " I'll miss you ..." later !
Though hardly realizing how artlessly the bits and pieces will be
forced back without the perfection and those perfectionists ...

Fight on, Move and hence Live on ...

Everything's Final

Dear blog

Everything is final now. The climax has been written. And even if I want to change it, I am not allowed to do so... Things are about to come to an end, and it's scary... it's scary to come out of the protected and warm world I am used to live in. It's scary to step into a world where only the survival of the fittest is a rule ! Rules of the game will be changed soon... And probably, at first, I will not be able to figure out how to play the game... But then, before all that, there are these final moments that are still with me. And hence, I really want to live through them... Following are the desperate words of such a desperate girl...

Before the curtain finally falls,
This one's probably the last scene and the last chance,
To give it my best shot,
To play the best me, I can ever be ...

Before the final moment of the game arrives,
This one's the last ball and the last chance,
To not just play the best shot,
But to play my shot, I always craved to play ...

Before the final stroke of the brush,
This one's the last chance and the last gaze on my scenery,
To play with the colours of innocence,
And to bathe in the fantastic colours of life ...

Before finally stepping out,
This one's the last chance,
To take a look around,
To endure all that I will so very miss ...

Before my final goodbye,
This one's the last chance,
To embrace it all,
To embrace my soon-to-be ex-world ...

It's not that I will lose my world,
It's just that I wont find it again !
I know it will be there in every bit of me,
And will be there within me till the eternity ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

I am back with a bang !

Dear blog

Just emotions and that's it... My world has changed and I am yet to unpack 'my things'. I am yet to settle down and get used to this new breeze around me.I really want to love this new place since my angels have shown the confidence that I will surely love it. I TRUST them and I believe in God. And hence, here I am, sharing a glimpse of my new world with all of you...

Flowers And The Bee

God introduced me to a bee,
A humming bee it was.
She was a rock star of her world,
She always had a smile and a melody to hum...

She had her own definitions,
A serious mission was her sincere adventure!
Flying high with minimal regrets,
She got just sweet honey to offer...

And then came a twist in the tale
A sincere mission became her serious misadventure!
The world crowned her as the new Queen Bee
With lights, camera and lots of action...

She took a look at the same world from her throne,
And she doubted her very own definitions!
Wearing teary eyes and a nervous smile,
She forgot the melody she used to hum...

It took a while for her to unpack her things,
To hum again and love the world she's in!
Once in a while, she does miss her old world,
Only to realize that she must move on while the Show goes on...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on...

Dedicated To My Friend...

Dear all
I am sad. One of my most special friends has decided not to talk anymore. And hence, I dedicate the following poem of mine to this friend, whom I call Smiley !



My Smiley and Me !

My nights have never been more restless...
Days did never turn this senseless...
My words and my voice strangely went silent...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

Me minus my Smiley has no meaning...
And not even my Smiley knows I'm silently weeping...
It's not just cuisines which went tasteless...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

My eyes only looked for my Smiley in the crowd...
And the mere sight was a 'stupid' reason to smile...
And see where I am today, painfully trying to be invisible...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

There have been days when we chose not to talk...
And then the following nights thinking why not...
I just got to cry today as I don't have a choice anymore...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...