Desperation in the purest sense.

When in a lonely room, late at night;
You think of the things that you had done
                 and the things that weren't right,
You focus on a subject but all you can do
                 is detach yourself from the desperation.
The desperation to woo life.

To sing, to laugh, to mesmerize a soul,
To dance, to rejoice, to reach a goal.
Everything becomes meaningless, when you can't decide,
Whether you want to withdraw or ride the tide!

When again in a lonely room, late at night;
The calmness inside you is all you miss
                 and the chaos is overtaking the best part of you.
You seem to dig in nothing but your life,
                 every sound of a heartbeat and the desperation to live.
Is the desperation in the purest sense......and you dive in it!

The Felicitation of a Human.....

The Crown of thorns was put on his head....
            with nails all around his palms....
This picture made hundreds of people....
            to sing the sacred psalms.....

He was the one who made people believe....
            that we are not mere social animals...
For the existence solely does not mean....
            it is the felicitation of humans.....

The purpose of it is not to gloat....
           over the fact that you are alive....
It is to make you realize......
           that there is more to life.....

The determination to pull yourself up...
           and fight the inevitable thing.....
That's what calls for the cheer....
           of felicitation of a human being.....

The day you look at yourself in the mirror....
           without an ounce of guilt.....
Is the day when you actually know.....
           that you don't need to quit.........!

And there was a poppy...........

And there was a poppy that wanted to blossom,

In the midst of dust and hue,

As it surpassed the glory of the winds,

It gazed upon the mirror of dew.

It saw thousand birds migrating from the land,

In search of a place to survive,

It waited and waited for the time to come,

When it would get a chance to thrive.

The mire of ignorance did not bother the bud,

That there may be a time when it would die,

Cold and choked, it fought through the storm,

To dry up in the bright sunshine that had befallen by.

And there was a poppy that wanted to blossom,

In the midst of dust and hue…………………………!!!!

I am waiting.....

I am waiting for the  blue to turn into green and red and yellow...
I am waiting for the sky to turn into a bright sunshine mellow..

I am waiting for my turn to visit the arch, where the good mother would shower me with gold and silver..
I am waiting for my turn to change into a dame, calm and beautiful but with not just a frozen heart..

I am waiting for the dew drops to form on the lotuses, in the awaited spring morning..
I am waiting for the little buds to blossom into flowers, as a bride of eighteen charming..

I am waiting for the seas to change their color from grey to green...
I am waiting for the tides to reach the horizon with a golden sheen...

I am waiting for my loved ones to know that I live for them..
I am waiting for my dreams to take a flight and go beyond the realm...

I am waiting for the gloom to fade away from the picture hanging in mid air..
I am waiting for the colors to spread the walls with happiness we share..

I am just waiting and waiting and waiting.....!!

Pinky swear!! :)

Pinky swear,

I’ll be there…

In hard times and good ones too.

When everything seems picture perfect,

And from nowhere comes a storm..

Hold my hand n I’ll lead you…

Towards the rainbow, serene and warm..

Pinki swear,

I’ll be there..

When the world despises you,

When you need a friend..

Close your eyes and you’ll see me..

Holding a sign at every odd bend…

Pinki swear,

I’ll be there..

To tell you that you look beautiful,

Even with tears in your eyes…

To tell you that you deserve better than this..

Better than the showered lies.

Pinki swear,

I’ll be there..

Forgiving every wrong step..

Leading to the mortal deal..

Forgetting that things went wrong..

When you fall I’ll catch u in real.

A tribute!! 23rd March.

He toiled and caused considerable mirth,
All at the same time..
He faced the criticism and the glory,
All at the same time..

He  played with his sister and cried with his mom, before leaving his place. He knew it might turn into his last visit, a visit to his home. A place where he learnt to walk holding his dad's finger. A place where he played hide and seek. A place where he could act as the king, however feeble and meek. But now he no longer is the bullied kid at school. He is a young and able soldier fighting for his motherland. He has a mother who waits for him, to return home and hug her tightly. He has a father who is proud to tell his friends that his son fights for his country bravely. He has a younger brother for whom he is an ideal man. He also has a little sister who sends him rakhi in an envelope every year. He is an ordinary man with an extraordinary might....to face the arms and the enemies with no regret or plight. He wants to celebrate all the festivals with his family. He also wants to eat the mom-made food from her hands. He craves his mom's lap for a peaceful sleep...which he hasn't got for a long long time. He wants to enjoy a game of chess with his dad and a cup of tea made by his sister. However disciplined he might be for his brother, in the inside he is his big brother, fighting over the issue that his mother loves him more than the kid...the kid whom they found in a heap of crap in the roadside. He loves to tease his brother for his dependence on his mother....but deep down in his heart he knows, if only he could be 'the one'. He brings a pack of bindis and bangles for his little sister, while returning from a war, even though he is well aware that he snatched that right from the widows as he killed a many more. For not his mother who gave him birth and made him all that worthy...but for the mother who gave him shelter, earth and identity.
And today when his pyre is about to go in flame...he wishes for just a chance....a chance to re-live his life with his family who waited for him to return. But more than anything else in this world, what he wishes for is a life, not just a mere life of a man but a "soldier" who can sacrifice himself for his motherland....a many more thousand times.

Will you be there???

 This one is for all the wonderfull people in my life....Muaahhhh :)

Will you be there?
 To hold me when I fall..?
 To ask if evrythng's alrite..?
 To say 'I am thr 4 u'..?
 To make me realize you really do..?
 To let me say 'I love u'..?

 Will you be there?
 To support me through the odds..?
 To spend tym with me when I need you..?
 To handle me with all my rage..?
 To sit back n listen when I am blue..?
 To smile at me when I look at you..?

 Will you be there?
 To tease me n then hug me when I am cross..?
 To hold my hands when I feel lonely..?
 To love me the way I am..?
 To fight with me when I am frustrated..?
 To seek my presence when I am not there..?

 Will you be there?
 To share our jokes..?
 To walk in tandem with all my tears..?
 To keep your head on my shoulder..?
 To sing for me when i forget the lines..?
 To dance with me in d rains..?

 Will you be there?
To stop and watch the sun go down..?
To wake me up in the mornings..?
To help me deal with my weaknesses..?
To cheer me up when I am disheartened..?
To snap at me when I speak rubbish..?

Will you be there??
Just for a lifetime or forvever...whichever is longer???
I wish....:)