At The End Of The Road…

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Tired old husk,
A solemn soft dusk,
The closing of a chapter
At the end of a laughter.

The ceasing of the tide,
The last joy ride.
A life lived enough
X times easy, x times tough.

Some actions good and bad,
Of moments dark and sad.
One last fallacy
A yearning for normalcy.

A lingering trace of presence,
An affirmation of existence,
The comfort of a loving hug,
On the heartstrings, an insistent tug.

A leaf pressed between the pages,
A memory mellowed with ages,
A smile, a step, a hushed silence,
A last glance lit up with radiance.

Words…

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So you need me to say
The words in which
I can tell you
How much I miss you?

Words – what do they mean?
Real, made up, faked
I might not always be true
When I say things to you.

So you need me to say
The words in which
I can tell you
How much I need you?

Can’t you just read my eyes?
Know from the beating of my heart
My every single breath is yours
In this life and beyond these shores.

Love is like a full moon night
Simple, silent, constant, bright.
No written vows nor spoken words
It’s a communion of two souls pure.

Being Stupid…

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How can love be good when it hurts so bad? How can relationships be good when they take away your independence? How can emotions be a virtue and a lack of them inhuman when they cloud your reason, dirty your mind and make everything unsure and uncertain! Free will and free mind are the unique characteristics of being human… An emotional state steals away your humanity! A perfectly logical mind is the utopia of the rational man… You say there’s a hell! I say – Hell yes! An overly emotional person is in the hell of her own making!

Bidding Adieu…

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Never wanted to say goodbye,
Never wished to utter a sad sigh,
Never to find you gone from my side,
Never thought I would be alone on this ride.
 
Seems like it was just yesterday,
We were young and so in love,
Sunny and bright our days and nights,
Laughter filled the space between us.
 
Now the day has grown old, the light’s retreated,
I wonder when fights became our norm,
The lies and accusations grew tenfold,
The hurt in your eyes cut me to the bone!
 
All that was left was the final act,
Of this little play, now the curtain’s dropped.
We make a bow to the empty house,
The dreams shattered, littered piles!
 
And still the goodbye flays me alive,
Knife-edged pain shreds my heart,
I break like a million pieces of glass,
Bloodied, battered – an unrecognizable mass.

Hunger Vs. Intention

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No matter how many people love you – there is always that one person you yearn for with your entire heart… Ah! Human beings! It’s never enough for us, is it? Ever unsatisfied we are! Perpetually hungry for more. This hunger which brings about the greatest inventions of all time on one hand and the darkest, deepest of miseries on the other. This hunger which is responsible for the highest enlightenment achievable by only humans. Why such paradoxical outcomes? The hunger remains same! What changes then? Is it the intentions of the individual that is the differentiating factor? Used for constructive purposes – man can achieve the very pinnacles of greatness. Used destructively, not only does one destroy oneself but also the others around her.

So, the intention is the real culprit… The hunger is blameless!

Is it really worth growing up?

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Is it really worth growing up? What is it that we gain by growing up – pressures, tensions, responsibilities, anxieties, heartbreak? What else? Job, money, family, economic and social standing, etc! What do we lose? The innocence of childhood, the incessant curiosity, the thrill of discovery, the wonder of knowledge gained, the sleep of the blessed, the bellyaching laughter, the zest for adventure!

In living our lives the way we do, we forget to actually enjoy it – and I am not talking about the grown-up things that we all try to find happiness in but of the things that made up happy when we were kids – something as simple as a spot of sunshine after days of heavy rains so that you could play with your friends or your favourite food made by your mother or a new ruin to explore, a new story to create! So many simple things, such simple, uncomplicated joys!

What happens to us when we grow up? Why do we become so jaded, so cynical? Why does our happiness become so complicated? Why don’t we just stop living for a moment and just be alive to it – fully, completely alive? Why don’t we just throw away our grown up masks, shed our grown up skins and dance naked in this moment we have with no worries, no pretense, no deadlines??? And finally be alive – truly alive and truly happy – for as I am discovering the older I grow – real happiness is not extrinsic, it comes from within! It’s not in how much you earn, how many houses you have, which car you drive or where your kids go to school. It depends solely on you – on a life well-lived!

Happiness is not the state of your pride, ego or identity. It is the state of your heart, mind and soul! And they are never so unblemished as in childhood… So nourish it, nurture it – dream, dance, laugh out loud, scream, shout, fly away on your imaginary wings, race yourself to the end of galaxy, take leaps of faith and last but not the least, love yourself and live in every moment you have! Don’t be jaded, don’t be cynical – combine the best parts of your life – the perspicacity of adulthood & the innocence of childhood and be alive!

Or do you think they are mutually exclusive???

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Love: A Mirage

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Love is but a mirage,
A lifetime you wait for it,
Still remains it,
A distant dream.

Shining like a beacon,
Luring you in,
Unwary the traveller,
Trapped within forever.

A cage it is,
Not so golden or silk,
Woven rather,
With fragile heartstrings.

You yearn a soliloquy,
It wants a symphony,
Pleasure or pain,
With it accompanies.

The cresendo amplifies,
The end’s in sight,
A burst of sunshine,
Or ashes left by.