Sunday, May 28, 2017

Prayers

God fearing child I was
Chanting my prayers, religiously
It was my habit, my routine

You​ made me an atheist
Laughed at my faith
Contradicted each thing with logic

Slowly I gave up on God
There were no more prayers
No longer any wishes

I disowned this mythical creature
And made love my everything
Your love gave me the same strength as those hymns and verses

And then one fine day you left
The ground beneath my feet crumbled
I was left Godless, Lifeless

Darkness loomed around
Insecurities encircled me all the time​, at every place
I sunk deep into​ this gloominess, bit my bit, until I could hardly breathe

My strength, my light
My lifeline, my soul
You took away effortlessly​, as you left

I had no clue, no answers
Nothing made sense
I had lost both, my love, my God

Never felt this helpless before
But
Again I clasped my hands and looked above and
Looked within as I could think of nowhere else to go

Once again, I found my Lord
Not the one of the temples, churches or mosques
This God resided deep within my heart

I prayed daily
With all my power, my will
Light slowly entered my life, and the night had to make way for the dawn

Something which used to be mechanical,
Only for materialism
Turned my life upside down

My God guided me all long
When something wrong was done to me
Even when I was unjust to any

My Lord made me selfless
Helped me to make sense
Of this life and death

I'm no more an atheist
Not religious
Just a spiritual being

Romanticism

Romanticism

I romanticized death
I did
Long before I knew what real life is

Falling off from the cliff
If not just my house stairs
Appeared hidden spots of bliss

But what if I didn't die?
And it left me only paralysed
Forced me to look out for other means

Anxiety, depression, obsession
Were too much, for this single life
But carried along anyhow

Stopped living for self
Did everything I could for others
As me being happy, was a distant dream

And finally love happened
It took me through its highs and lows
I could see a faint light at the end of this gloomy tunnel

Love was my life
Everything I was, everything I needed
Everything I wished for..

Nevertheless, realisation hit me late
Love was indeed, nothing but
The greatest form of self destruction I chose

Everything I did were too much for it to take
I was termed over emotional, over dependant
For feeling things till my core

This love had more ego, less compassion
Was trying to make me strong, by forever pointing at​ my flaws
How that made any sense, I still don't reckon

It took all credits of my viability
Stating before it came along
I was better dead, than alive

Love ameliorated my breaths, just like the air
I don't deny
But it can't usher out my identity

Love helped me, no doubt
But it was me
Who gathered the strength each day,
to keep things going along

When love was chasing life's other dreams
I consoled and pumped myself up
And refused​ to give love the entire credit

And bid goodbye to this mercenary love
Embraced self love
A love which was more proud, than disgraced by me

I haven't started romanticizing death again
As I have started living for myself
And not others

Still I do wish to jump off​ that cliff
Only for my wings to take me on a flight
And soar high in the serene blue sky

Friday, May 19, 2017

Sonder

Sonder.. such a simple word. Yet so fuckingly awesome. Just few letters and they are almost like a gist of life and living.
All our lives are uniquely common.
Millions and billions humans exist on this planet alone.
Each one with their own complexities, quirks, negatives and positives.
I mean, just the thought.
Here I'm struggling to make sense of my own being and there's this energy, fuckingly awesome energy behind the existence of these billion beings, only human beings. The count of all living ones is something beyond our level of discussion.
So as much as these religions don't make any sense to me. But science it kinds of astonishes me, awestruck types, leaves me mesmerized.
How? Where? Why? Did everything start? Why is it still running this way? How long will it be this same? What will happen when nothing of this remains​. Will we realise that we are extinct? Does nothing know of nothing?? We will carry on this discussion some other night.

So where were we? Yeah. Sonder. The realisation that everyone has their own story.
I'm the hero of my story, my movie. And for the other billions of such movies my character doesn't exist. And of the few hundreds I know, I may only be a blurred face one in the background, for a fraction of second. Of the few close ones, I may be a character artist. Where my name will be used and referred to. In one or two movies I may be the sidekick or the second lead.
So I have only one movie to myself.
Where the story revolves around me. I smile, I cry , I fight the goons, I make love, I'll have babies of my own, will age, grow old, diseased at times and finally bid good bye. Only one movie will include me from start to end. Just one of the billion rest.

But me being me, I try to avoid taking the center of stage even in this movie. I never like that spotlight on me. Give importance to other's choices, their wants before listening to myself. Give them an important role in one more movie additional to their own.
But if this movie flops, only I'll be the one to blamed. The lead actor has to take the responsibility. So I'm the lead, in this one movie. I'll have to take the praise, I'll have to take the blame.

I always wanted to be a hero, since I was a child. Save someone in need. Do right, speak good. Love. And pass on this love and multiply. But I don't think I'm being the hero of my movie, the way I always dreamed of. I'm shying away from my responsibilities most often than not.
My dailogues, my view are not often heard by my own ears, so forget about the people around me. May be I'm just more going with the flow. May be I'll remain only that blurred face in the frame. May be I'm not the hero material.

But I really want my film to do well. I didn't like few of the movies and books I read. But I couldn't do anything about it, as I wasn't the author nor the main lead.
But in this movie of mine, if we look at it, I'm the author , I'm the lead. So I can actually make changes when something I don't agree with occurs.
Well I know this is no super hero movie. But whatever it is, there's a hero. And I'm that hero. So I would surely want my movie to give a good performance, if not be a plain flop or a runaway hit.

I'm the hero. Feels good. No one has ever called me a hero, in a serious way. Most often they were playing around.
Hero. So I'm the hero of this movie. And I no more want to shy away. For this movie, just this one, let the spotlight be on my face.

I don't want the character artists to take the decisions which the hero has to take. I would never want to watch a movie like that, where the hero doesn't behave like one. I want my movie's​ hero to stand for things he thinks is right. To do only what makes sense to him. To follow his heart. To live his passion. To act when something is going wrong. To make his own decisions. To be brave to fall in love. And be lot more brave to realise his feelings and do something about it, rather than sit and wait for the time to take it's own course. I don't want him to blame the negative characters when he abstains from cultivating positivity in his life. I don't want him to cry foul without even giving the villian a fight. Winning or losing is secondary, but he has to get in the ring and deal with the problems head on. Stare right into its eyes. Even if he looses the battle or even if he dies, I'll be happy that he behaved like a true hero and didn't back out.

A hero of character, integrity and not just of strength.
A hero of understanding, compassion and not just of love.
A hero of people who I love , a hero of people who love me more.

As David Bowie sings,
'We can be heroes, forever and ever
What'd you say?'

( P. S : It's a scramble of thoughts. Well since when are thoughts in organised manner anyway. :-P )

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Reflection

Hi there!
We meet again!
You remember me? Don't you?
Remember the first day we met?
Or at least the last one if you care?

Will start from the first time. Shall we?
You were so fascinated by your two little ponytails. You just couldn't stop yourself from showing off them to me.

And once you showed your bruises to me. They were deep. Yet there wasn't a drop of a tear in your eyes. You had grown up to be a strong girl.

Too many memories I have of you.
In recent times, about last year.
You had a wide smile on your face.
More of blushing. Practising your perfect smile for your latest selfie.

No this was few months back to be specific.

Yesterday when I saw you, a tear was rolling out of your eye. You were trying hard for a smile.
I didn't find any mark of hurt on your body. Neither were there any guests or friends at home.
Why the tear and the forced smile??

You have always been true to me.
Now there's something you hide. You no longer look me into my eyes.

Your eyes look weary and tired. Aren't you having a proper sleep?
Is it because of your coming up​ exams. Or is it something else that's making you stay awake all​ through the night?

Wish I had the power of the mirror of Snow White.
And I would want you to ask me who's the most beautiful girl on this land. As you wait for my reply with many apprehensions.
I will reflect back your image and show that you are the most beautiful person I had ever seen, with even more beautiful heart which I can't reflect.
You deserve to be more happy than sad. The smile on your face is something for which I can shatter myself, any number of times.

Hope next time we meet, you are in better shape.

- Your dusty mirror.

Untamed wings

Seen that plane?
That plane in the sky
Flying in the air
Defying the gravity
A marvel before your sight
Grazing through the clouds
The twinkling lights in the dark

There are many like you and me on it
Few going on to start a new story
Few coming back completing one
Few scared , few thrilled
Few bored
Few looking at you
From the small window by their side
But your​ existence is myth to them
You are invisible
The light falling on you doesn't refract back to them
You don't exist , in their world

It all appears like a lego world
A cute little Lego world
From up there
They try to search for their houses
They see nothing ,but miniscule structures
The heavy monstrous trucks​, buses
Look just like a speck on a glass
Realisation strikes
How uniquely significant and insignificant human life is..

And here from the ground ,
You just look at that marvel
Waving at it with your hand
Little wishes from your side
May make them land an inch more safe

When you are on the plane
Flying in the air
Scared of those heights
What if you fall?
What if the plan crashes?
What if a bird crosses?
You aren't sure if the plane will stay in the air
But know for a fact that the plane belongs to the land
Flying is more unnatural for humans
Let alone non living, like a plane

How wonderful the human mind is though
This same one in some other skull
Thought why only the ones with wings be in the air
Why can't some like me
Draw my own wings
Touch out those clouds and reach out for the moon
The same mind which is bored to visit the next town
Made plans to visit their neighbors on nearby planets
The one which doesn't care about the existence of the adjacent soul
Started to look out for such energy
On other lands
In other forms

And once in a while,
when I fear of those heights
Of those planes crashing by
I remind myself
The brain that fears now of a fall
Same decided to invent those
Hand made take offs..
To feel those untamed wings
Fly free..

Existence

I have been weak
Distraught, tired
Disgusted a lot
Of this life
And everything involved

But that was me unrealising my worth
Giving people, things
Circumstances, past
Undue power
Undeserved strength

But now​ I'm me
The way I want to be
I'm important to me
My likes , dislikes matter
I listen to my yes, my no
Before I lend an ear to others

I no longer look for any validation
I know of my valor
And the energy residing in me
Which I treasure,
Resolved to nurture

So when you meet me
The one I have become
Don't be astonished, surprised
And ask for the old one
As she no more exists

Saturday, May 13, 2017

I write

And I write
As my pen listens to me
More than my tongue

And I write
As my thoughts on paper help me
To know myself a little better

I write
Just a play with words
Sometimes they make sense
Sometimes they don't

I write
With my little known vocabulary
How many books I have read
And how many are on my wishlist, is secondary

I write
To fill up my dairy
To empty my mind

Sometimes in blue
Sometimes in black
Sometimes straight
Sometimes slant

I write
In codes
In numbers
In fonts of my own

I write
Of love
Of heartbreak
Of things I have experienced
Of feelings which are still to be met

And I write
Till my hand can grip a pen
Till my brain can form proper sentence

And I write
Till my eyes have sight
Later my tongue has to run on my will
As my mind isn't a good home for my thoughts to be caged in..

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Joke

Life is crazy
If you don't screw up
Somone else does
Your plan fails
For someone else's to work
You give your best
You get nothing
You move no inch
Everything's​ done
You are favoured at times
Only to be cheated
You prepare to face a Lion
Encounter a rat.
You think its a nemo
And it turns out to be a deadly shark
Who to blame?
What to choose?
To laugh at these absurdities
Or cry at the improbabalities
At times you can't make out
If you are the joker
Or the joke?
If life wants to put a smile on your face
Or is it just wants you, to laugh at..

Monday, May 8, 2017

Here and Now

Just another soul on this blue planet.
I'm no special
No less

I'm the mountain
I'm creek
Go anywhere
You'll find me

In the smile of that toothless boy
In the cries of the mother who lost her son
In the blush of the teenager who just received her first kiss
In the hug of the long lost friends meet

I'm the pure water you drink
I'm the filth you litter
I'm the weed that sways to the wind
I'm the worm that creeps in the burrows

I'm the beauty
I'm the beast
I'm the blurred face at the corner of the frame
I'm the film you play

I'm the dog with rabies
I'm the man with HIV
I'm that aborted baby
I'm the one in the frail body

I'm anything that breaths
Anything that bleeds
Every living that gives
Every living that receives

I'm the God you worship
I'm the Demon you are afraid of
I'm in everything new
I'm in everything old

I'm in me
I'm in you
I'm the Universe as much​ as the stars
Expressed​ this moment
At this place
As
Here and now

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Touch

Do we compare even pain?
Who had worse who less?

Are we happy or less sad
That some one had better

Pain connects people
Brings them close
Because they are the one in search
Search of someone who can give them some comfort.
Validate their emotions.
That they aren't going insane.
They are perfectly fine, if not for a fucked up mind.

Does this mean most of us are unhappy??

May be yes. May be no.

Happiness doesn't connect many as does pain.

May be the happy people are living the life we dream of in our poems and quotes.

They are busy with the company they have.
They have nothing to search for.
They don't look for connection, they already have the one which they desire.
They don't need outside world to validate their emotions.
They have someone who doesn't need words to know of their love.
Their touch is suffice.
May be that's what we all long for.
A touch of comfort.
A touch of love.

Hang on!

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