Night

As the night slowly descends,

The ghosts of the past,

The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,

The boy scared to his deepest bones,

Prepares himself for them,

Those that have chased him for eternity,

Hopelessness, despair and plight,

Everynight they come,

Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,

Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,

The boy scared and lonely,

Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,

This all would be worth someday,

For the night is not eternal,

For the plight is not eternal…..

The Universe

Somedays the universe conspires to not let you have what you want.


Then there are days when it stands with you, shoulder to shoulder and while sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee tells you, “Didn’t I say so?” while you overlook the only thing you ever wanted. 


It’s funny isn’t it? 

A Sailor… 

The winds had thundered that day, 
As the earth trembled, 
And the oceans laid their chest bare open, 
When everyone took refuge in their homes, 
He took out his ship, 
Opened the mast up and high, 
Steered the little speck in the mighty sea, 
Towards the highest wave, 
That stood infront of him, 
As the ship climbed the wave, 
It reached the top, 
Rode the wave hard, 
It broke, it broke, it broke, 
The will of the sea, it broke, 
The wave caressed the ship down, 
Onto its chest, 
The ship had tasted blood, 
The boy had become a sailor…. 

Faces..

I am strong because I was weak. 
I know what’s loyalty because I was betrayed. 
I don’t care because once I had cared too much. 
I am silent now because the words that came out were often misinterpreted. 
I don’t wear clothes that are clean.
I have made mistakes, grave mistakes that shattered me, my image, my ego.

Choice is yours.

It’s a delusional world,  you see. We tend to be attracted towards the ones who ignore us, loyalty, faith, belief have been made cheap, disgusting by people who very proudly say they are the harbingers of love. 
What is love? 
Singing, dancing, romanticising is it love
Or is it something more deep, something more divine. 
All, including me, you, are hypocrites. We wear faces, masks that cover the one face we don’t show to anyone, falsely accusing anyone who crosses our ways. Because it is easy to accuse, get done with the responsibilities and oh yes,  wear a mask so that the entire universe sympathizes with you, glooming over the fact that you have been a victim of an attack. But, the real face, the one you haven’t shown to anyone, yes that one, it is the one true you. 
I admit today I am not happy with what my that face has shown me. The past, the many devious concoctions. But yes, I am ready to improve, ready to let go off everything to start afresh, build new foundations for the future. We were made to make mistakes, mistakes that taught us that fire should not be played with, that a bleeding wound needs to be looked at or else you will be infected, that throwing a stone at the sky will hit you back, sometime.
 
Yes, I am ready to show my face to the world. 

The question is, are you….? 

The Child in our……..

The Child in us that demands a desperate attention. 

Read through these lines, I hope you smile till the very end.  

Wind the horse,
Pull a chair,
The Party is to stay,
Dolls, houses and their mates,
Mrs. Little what a grey,
Whoosh goes the car,
Watch out, there comes the mighty bar,
I saved the world today,
Empty that tumbler in a sway,
Here comes a flying rocket,
Let it land in my pocket,
Wind the man,
Push a bear,
My house is in disarray,
Pinky promises, clips and jars,
Mr. Haver what a snare,
Round goes the merry,
Sweetest of all that cherry,
My tongue is blue,
Mine is gone,
Yay! I have a new pair,
Fill the air,
Bake the cake,
Hurrah! I am 5,
Can I drive?
Stitches and burn,
A holiday in the bed,
Who is the strongest of them all,
Take the case,
Never be late,
Mr. Grey what a pace,
Houses of bricks,
Cars of expense,
Everything here is so damm extense,
I miss those days,
Money was paper,
Happiness came in sweeter,
Roads were our runaways,
Home was our hanger,
She came and hugged me,
Papa do you wanna play?
Whoosh goes the car,
Run! Run! I am teethy far,
Child, child, man and man,
Shouldn’t we running,
After things not here in the far…….

Blaming is easy….

There are people, good people who deal with your Devils everyday, bearing every type of heartbreaking accusations. 

Some people do gather the courage to understand that all the time it was they who had been wearing faulty glasses. 

All they saw was faults of those people, Good people who dealt with Devils that even did not belong to them.

Each of us has been granted a life not with our wish but with the wish of someone more powerful than any of us. 

It becomes our responsibility to realize this simple little fact-

Rains pouring on a stormy night,
Were heavenly, were a sight,
Many cried in a tone so unknown,
My crops are fed,
My roof is no more.
I cursed the god, 
What went so wrong,
Thundered the god,
A house of cards can stay so long…

Blaming is easy. Anyone can do it. 

It takes courage to realize and mend your own mistake. 

Be one of those good people.

Usually the rains are too harsh on them.

It started that day….

It all started that day,
Sitting by the Stream,
I had a dream,
I was a King of the places away,
Silent as the night,
I was to create,
A world with a mead,
Buildings were not so high,
People were not so shy,
Dreams had once Breathed,
My road is not your ride,
It all started that day,
World is a piece of disarray,
I cried,
I cursed,
I had lost all my verse,
My world is dying,
I was a ride without a brake,
Twists and turns,
Highs and lows,
People and days,
I passed,
Run along told me the roar,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a glimpse,
Glimpse of the hoary past,
That stood behind me,
Held me,
Laughed, pierced through my skin,
Why do hurt me?
You are just like them,
They cringe, they shriek,
They stab the ones to whom they swear,
They laugh, they kill, 
All they do is breed sins,
Give me a chance is what I ask,
But how can I,
I am what you was,
I closed my eyes,
Let me sleep,
Dreams are just a escape,
Let me wake with a high so high,
Let me help you go deep in the night,
Let me give you a coffin to sleep,
Mark your grave with a stone of mine,
Don’t forget me when I go deep in the dark,
Remember me who was you in times not so new,
I will be your light when you go down,
Let no one bring me back to life,
Some people are better under the soil,
I had slept over the buried past,
Someone shook my head,
I had waken up to shining day,
Who are you, I rubbed my eyes,
I will be you what you desire,
I took his hands and took his clothes,
Let us make you what I am,
It all started that day,
Sitting by the stream,
I had a dream…..

Doors

I shut down the doors to every spirit that shook my soul.

People called me a coward.

The doors were damm heavy…..

Thank you Dhwani for nominating me for three day quote challenge.

For the rules:

1.Post quotes for three consecutive days.
2.Post 1-3 quotes as per you.
3.Nominate 3 other bloggers for the same.

My nominees are:

  1. Siska
  2. Nupur
  3. Nisthur Anadi

 

All the best people. Hope you enjoy…!!

Who are they?

Who are they?
Just mortal men,
Bound by the flesh so same,
Downed by the fears so real,
Churned by the grind oh so tough,
Who are they?
Just mortal men,
They sleep sometimes,
See nothing but a rewinded memory,
A flashback,
Maybe a dwindling face,
Or just a voice that brings a smile on their face,
Who are they?
Just mortal men,
They do bleed as well,
The color same as the living,
But they bleed differently,
They dont bleed like the living,
Life doesn’t drain along with their blood,
The adrenaline doesn’t stop it’s flow,
They don’t fear the blood,
They celebrate when they see death,
Oozing out every drop cries to be separated,
The thickness, 
The vigour,
The bravery,
The colossal machinery,
Who are they?
Just mortal men.

Our life- Animated movie….

Our life- animated movie 

I sometimes think, 
what if our life would be a like an animated movie
where imagination is rewarded with a sheer feeling of satisfaction, 
where hope never dies, 
where there is no end to anything, happiness, gratitude, disappointments, dizziness, nostalgia or even the feel of flying with nothing but a breath of fresh air. 

We are expecting too much and too soon. Don’t you think?

Have faith. 
Everything falls in place at the right time.