Only Human

In my effort to be extraordinary, I can't forget that I'm only human.
I may want to make everyone around me happy. At the cost of my own happiness?
Saying 'no' is not rude. Once in a while it's so much better than saying 'yes'.
I'm able to do only as much as I can.
After that everything I do will be unproductive.
I am all that I can be and I will be all that I want to be.
But I'm aware of my abilities and thus will not take upon myself more than I can achieve.
We live in an age that's so advanced in technology.
We tend to forget that we are not machines ourselves.
In my effort to be extraordinary, I can't forget that I'm only human.

Home Town

Miles away I've flown. Far from the land that gave me birth.
Far away from the life I knew for 17 long years.
And as I sit by the window here in this strange new land, I can't help but think of home.
I can't help but go back to my birth place, to a place only I know the way I do.
And no one can see it through my eyes.
No one knows how I'm taken back to those special moments.
To those long walks with a group of idiots that made my life complete.
No one knows those special outings that we made and surprised the people we loved.

No one know how much I crave the taste of the land.
The delicacies of my hometown,
When I close my eyes, I'm taken back, standing in front of the road side vendors,
Cooking up the most delicious snacks for the crowds that never lost their appetites.
My home land is drawing me back to the aroma of hot spicy food,
My mouth can't help but water at just the thought of the taste of my home town.

You can't imagine how I flash back to the streets that led me home from wherever I wandered.
Every step I took, I felt secure, because there were familiar faces and known people.
everywhere I went, I knew I had to be back home soon.
I couldn't stay away too long.
I knew my way back home so well, I could walk blindfolded around my home town
and still find my way back.

I miss those calls, from below my building,
those friends who wouldn't give me to enjoy an entire afternoon nap
"Get your ass down here", they'd say, "you can sleep when you're dead!"
I miss them screaming my name out in variating tunes just to catch my attention
I go back to them showing up at my place and finding me still in my pajamas
But I never bothered, they have seen me in worse,

but today as I sit by my window, in this new land,
I wonder if this will ever grow to be as much of a home town as that was.
Will I ever call this place home?
This place with eyes that look at me as a stranger.
The unfamiliar street and the cold atmosphere sends shivers down my spine.
Will I ever grow to make this my home?
Or will home always be far away, distant from me.

Silenced by my own thoughts,
the most I can do when I feel alone is....
Close my eyes, smell that food, walk those streets,
hear those calls, listen to those voices and lastly
 never feel alone.
I may have left home, but home hasn't left me.

What its like to love you...

Loving you is like trying out different flavors of ice cream.
Its the same thing but different every time.
Loving you is like pottery
Gently molding a relationship with steady hands.
Loving you is like walking a beach
The beauty of creation is overwhelming
Loving you is like reading a story book
It takes me to another world
Loving you is like building a card stack
Patience is a must
Loving you is like Baking a cake
So many ingredients to make it perfect.
Loving you is like walking in the rain
Its amazing but its gonna give me the flu
Loving you is like bungee jumping
Its thrilling and worth it, but that has safety cables.
Loving you is like sheltering you from the sun
It's protective of you.
Loving you is like running a marathon
The adrenaline rush is out of this world.
Loving you is like sailing the 7 seas
there's much to conquer
Loving you can be compared to so many random things...
My list may never end
But its most certainly still can't define How Much I Love You.
For Loving you is everything to me.

Tell her she's beautiful

Tell her she's beautiful,
Tell her she's all that you dream of,
Tell her how your heart races for her,
Tell her she's lovely,
Tell her she's the one,
Tell her she is all the world to you,
Tell her she has stolen your heart,
Tell her she's all that you've ever wanted,
Tell her she's all you need,
Tell her she's an angel,
Tell her you mean it,
Tell her if it's the truth.
And it better be.

Most importantly....
Tell her before someone else does.

The Great Escape - Fan Request #5

We have all got our holiday homes.
A place we go when we need to be away from daily routine.
The escapade.
We escape from monotony.
Sometimes we leave cause we need to be away.
We run away from what we believe to be harmful for us.
Or from what we would rather not face.
Sometimes any other place would do except for here.
Not all of us can afford to run away to a new place.
To find a new home to dwell or a resort to relax.
We are the kind that run from the inside.
We leave reality and find something that we make to be real.
We cease to exist where we are and begin to live where we wish to be.
We find our solace in places that the world cares less to explore.
We make up our own worlds where life is different.
Where life is easier.
Where life feels real.
We'd rather live in our heads than in a cruel world of our own.
How exciting to choose the kind of land you are to be born into.
To choose your lifestyle...
Customised to your liking.
How beautiful it is to run.
How beautiful it is to escape every once in a while.
To be where you want to be.
With the people you want to be with.
To feel protected, secure and rest assured
that theres always a place you can run to...
Especially when lifes not all that rosy.
I run all the time, I run to my place of thought
To my island of rest and to my world of sureity.
I run to a place where only I know.
A place that only I go.
And someday, when you understand me and my need to escape...
I'll take you there too.

Second-hand

She sold her love for the sake of her life.
She sold her purity to a man she didn't love.
And then she sold everything that made her the beautiful girl that she was.
She wasn't proud, but atleast now she knew she could survive the day.
At least now she knew that she would be able to pay
for the food she hungerd for
and the rent that she was indebted to pay.
Uneducated, bruised and badly abused,
'True love' was a phrase she never thought about.
It was a dream she knew that could never come true.
No man could look at her now as a symbol of beauty.
No man could look into her eyes and even think of love.
They looked at her only with lust.
Their eyes always looked evil to her.
And every set of eyes that looked at her gave her the shivers.
This was her life now....
The shivers she got everytime made her want to run away.
Judging eyes every where she went.
They looked down upon her.
What do they know of her life...
Of her heart that beats for a normal life....
For loving eyes.
If she had a choice or if she knew better,
this would not be her life.
She knew she was worth so much more.
She wanted to escape and start all over again.
But would all over again be different this time around.
Or would she reach the same place again.
Soon, she felt like there was no hope wanting to start over.
Death seemed to be her only escape.
She knew no love.
She didnt belong to anyone and no one would miss her.
No one except for her regulars.
They too wouldnt mourn her death.
If they did, they would mourn with one of her colleauges at a good rate.
She felt worthless... She felt lifeless.
This wasnt life. This was already death.
No man would want her to be his wife.
No man would ignore the fact that she now was 'second hand'.
She has a heart that beats, but her soul was sold for a price too little.

Where we're at... - Fan Request #4

Who can define something like this?
Who can say where we are right now.
From friends to 'We don't know yet'
There's not a word that can justify us somehow.

We have definitely grown from what we were at the start
Trust, faith and sharing with open hearts.
Comfort and great company we truly have found.
Wherever we are, we wont crash to the ground.

From sweet nothings to something more.
From somewhere in the past to right now.
A mutual understanding and a fondness has grown,
it isn't difficult to see where this is going.

But why must there be a word to describe where we're at?
Would it trouble if we don't tag it?
Everything's amazing now without a name.
Let time play that naming game.

But then again, how answerable are we to those around...
who cant understand why we are 'namelessly' bound.
Will it be difficult for immature minds to see
That this is a something that's better left to 'be'

So maybe now we're not ready to say
What it is, that has us feeling this way
But when we are we will know for sure...
Till then, I'd like to think we're heading towards something more.

Ignored a cry.... didn't get a goodbye.

Dedication:
To an angel up there, looking down from heavens window... :)

A dear friend of mine fell ill too young.
After which she didn't have the energy to do what friends do all the time.
Hang out, meet up, go places, travel together, share a meal somewhere.
But I wasn't sick, I was all too well.... I'm definite my body was healthier than hers.
As far as my mind and my heart.... i can't say it was all too well.

Till date I cant tell if I didn't go to see her because my life got too busy...
or cause I was leaving her behind, tired of waiting on her.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a minute to spare while passing by her house.
It's not that I didn't want to meet her. She was a dear friend after all.
But my heart wasn't strong enough to see her that way,
To see how a body full of life can one day become something so feeble, so delicate.
I feared the darkness that had now become part of her life.
My heart wasn't strong enough. It couldn't think of HER. It could only think of her suffering.

Insensitive towards her and over sensitive to the illness she had drawn, I stayed away.
Its something that I regret everyday.
The excuses I came up with, the lies I told,
Just so that I wont have to pass her place time and time again,
Just so that I wouldn't have to drop by and say hello.
I did meet her once in a while... but a while to rare to even call me a good friend.
It was disheartening to see her that way. But I disheartened her by not showing her my face.

And a day came when she called me up, I knew it was the same reason again.
She wanted to meet me, she wanted to see me, she wanted to say hello.
But tired of the lies and running out of excuses to give, I ignored the call.
And the next day, came a call from a friend, 'she's no more' she said.
And then I did what I should have been doing before this happened.
I visited her house, I went to see her, I longed to talk to her, to laugh with her.
But by the time i reached she had already said her goodbyes and i wasn't there.

A lesson for life, put your fears behind you, especially when they come in the way of loving someone.
There's no better gift than love. Love can save lives. If not save, at least sustain them.
Don't fear suffering, embrace it and know that it is part of life. Face it and Smile.
Touch a life, don't leave it to die. Answer your calls, don't wait until it's goodbye.

Its getting hard for you to hold on...But this time, I wont give up. - Fan Request #3

Yes, I've made mistakes and yes, I've given you reason to leave.
But you held on, for some reason you held on.
I make mistakes, my love is faulty
but i'm learning, I'm learning from you, I'm learning for you.
I could spend my whole life learning....
Learning what it is to love unconditionally.
especially if it meant that one day I'd be loving you and we'd be happy.
I know where we are, I know it's the edge...
I know it's easier to fall now than it was when we fell in Love.
But I also know that we are beautiful. And if beauty was meant to be, then so be it.

This skin I've got on, it doesn't allow anything to enter or to encroach.
But you, you fought no battle to get past these walls.
You just strolled in. Like the walls fell at your command.
Days passed and I had to acknowledge that you are definitely a force.
A force that blew my heart away, that swept my feet of the ground.
Your hands are growing shaky, they seem unsure and they don't hold me like they used to before.
But i wanna hold them and I'll hold them tight,
Because we wouldn't have come this far if there wasn't something we were heading towards.

And here I am, begging you to stay, to hold on,
don't drop me, I might not stop falling.
Dont give up on me. I'm not giving up on this.
If you leave now, those walls will go up again.
And they'll never fall, not even when I want them to.
You hold a key, a key to the innermost part of me.
To the most vulnerable piece of my soul.
And I could trust no one but you with it.
so please, don't leave, don't be blind to whats in front of you.
If only you could see what I see...
I see us defining forever, I see us personifying 'Always'.

Space

If space is what you want.
You don't need to fight for it. Take it.
I'll give you all the space you need.
Space to think, Space to heal, Space to breathe.
I want nothing more than for you to be happy.
Let that space be your playground to meet new people, to make new friends and to build new relationships.
Space is what you wanted. Use it well.
Dont let the enemy into your space. Choose your friends well.
Remember what you stand for and don't settle for anything less than that.
This space was given to you because you wanted it.
I wouldn't be the one to stay away so long otherwise.
I'm watching from a distance, watching your step,
praying everyday that this space you wanted is enough and more for you.
From a distance I'm praying that you'll want me back in that space one day.
From a distance I'm hoping you miss me enough to allow me back in.
I'm longing for the day you no longer feel the need for that space and we can go back to what we were.
Go back to where we were....together.
But then again, God forbid,
You might fill that space up with someone, replacing me,
And that..That would just break me....

Under The Umbrella- Fan Request #2

The umbrella has heard sweet nothings...
That were meant to be whispers to the world.
It has shielded two from the harshest of storms
And brought them together, their lives to unfurl.

They fell in love under the cloudy skies
They smiled and dreamed of each others eyes
It wasn't long before the weather changed
It wasn't long before things turned strange.

They kept to themselves words that should have been said,
They hid back tears, that later were shed.
Under the umbrella hid two fearful hearts...
Afraid of not only the storm but the shadows in the dark.

A lot has taken place under the old umbrella
Kinds words may have been spoken.
While rain drops fell and the sun shone harshly
Some hearts might have been broken...

Under the umbrella now stood just one.
For what came together must fall apart one day.
After the rains, came an overpowering sun
And he stood under the umbrella in dismay.

Losing Control - Fan Request #1

I've lost control of that part of me that makes decisions at every step
I've lost control of knowing to differ right from left.
My eyes cant see what's wrong when something's definitely not right,
But my body's got no energy to even try to Fight.

What causes me to be so uncoordinated these days?
Why cant my mind be a little more focused?
Have all sense escaped and gone away
can I blame it on that unexpected kiss?

Yes, i cannot lie, i felt weak the moment he came close,
I would have stopped him had I known it would do this to me
But who am I kidding, I longed for it with cold toes
But now my senses are no longer free.

I was given a warning, they all told me what would happen,
But I was naive and I just had to know for sure.
In my mind I imagined it all so well,
Little did I know it would bite me and have me sore.

It was beautiful no doubt, I cannot deny that fact,
But smitten and probably not even ready, it was a wee bit too overwhelming.
And here i am wondering if i am where i'm supposed to be
Losing control of myself, not knowing what else is in store for me.

The Mighty YOU

There is power in your body, there is power in your mind.
You can build nations and bring down empires.
You can start a revolt or end a dynasty.
You have the power to change what you see.
With a word of your tongue you could destroy a heart
and with still another word you could bring life to a being.
With the touch of a finger you could brighten up the darkness.
With a step towards the good you can change humanity.
With a deed of kindness you could spread some joy
and with a smile you could change a lifetime.
There's so much to do in a lifespan that's undefined.
And when you've got the power to DO, why keep things undone?
Life is much more than looking at this screen.

Unspoken

Bottled up deep inside her are the debris of  a broken heart.
Hidden behind walls that protect her are her hearts unspoken words
Her insecurities lie under her skin, not visible to the naked eye.
She has weaved a blanket around her soul, safe from the cruel cold that hovers.
But is she really as safe as she thinks she is?
Or has she locked herself up along with the enemy?
Like a prisoner in her own land she struggles everyday to smile.
She looks like the moon of a still starlit night
but deep within brims turmoil and havoc at its height.
What has this being as pure as snow done to deserve this?
Should someone so pure at heart be put through this unrest?
Undeserving of it but surely she has brought this upon herself.
No one can fight your thick-skinned insecurities and enter your being.
No enemy or friend can break those walls from the outside.
When the weaver of this blanket holds it tight around her, no one can pull it away.
Except the weaver herself.....
Her saving grace is that tiny spark of hope left to feel free again.
To feel liberated from the choking atmosphere within her.
Her struggle will begin from a spark of knowing that freedom is achievable,
That the unspoken word, once thrown beyond these walls, will start a revolution,
That life will never be the same again, only once her word is spoken.

The Lost Boy

He searched and searched but failed to find
The people he had met and left behind.
The ones that gave him all that he got
The ones that considered him and gave him a thought

Today he searched for his past,
The past that he treated badly
He longs to see those faces
The faces he accused so falsely.

Little did he know back then,
That there was more to the people he called friends.
Never did he think for even a moment
That Karma would bite him like a sneaky serpent

And today, when hes down to the dogs
He can only regret pulling everyone down
For to reach the peak of his success
He had to portray himself as the best

Seeking his roots, now he is humbled
For he realizes life isn't about being on top
The higher you go, the quicker you could tumble
Its time for him to make a stop.

So he travels back home and sees no faces.
This was once better than all places
And he sits by a shelf with a frame and many a toy
This Lost Man... Now a Lost Boy.

We are like that only

We have two eyes to see both sides
We have legs to allow us to walk freely
But we look just one way and never dare to stray
For we are like that only

We have minds smarter than machines
We have hands that can work real quickly
But machines rule us while our hands laze
For we are like that only

We know what is right and we know what is wrong
And we know what will happen if we don't choose wisely
But fools that we are, towards the bad we are drawn
For we are like that only

We find a friend and fall in love
Share secrets, build trust and promise honesty
By and by comes a cuter guy and il say bye to you
For we are like that only

Unconditional Love

Love doesn't come with conditions and rewards
If it does, its not love.
When you love, love because you want to give love,
Love because someone or something is worthy of your Love.
Worthy of the care and the consideration that you are bound to give.
Love, not because you want to be loved in return.
Love because loving feels amazing.
Love because love is the best gift you could give anyone.

Love can never promise you absolute Happiness.

But it will promise you contentment.

There will come times when you will receive no love in return.

Dont fret, love finds its way back around.

In its own time, it will come to you.

But don't let that discourage you from loving with all your heart.

If everyone gave love, without expecting it in return,

There is no doubt someones will already be loving you.

Love what you do, love where you are, love WHO you are.

Love because it costs you nothing.

If you must love, love unconditionally!

Or don't love at all.

Life's Beautiful, Open your eyes!

Oh, the wonder on a little kid's face as he looks up to the skies!
and as he stares at a never ending ceiling, watch the wonder in his eyes...
Can our minds grow the other way around
Just for the sake of innocence and grasping power that's rarely found...

Have a look at the grass that grows out of the soil of all life.
Glance at the fruitful trees that survived the harshest of storms to give something back to its nurturers.
Gaze at the birds and how they defy the law of gravity.
See the insects and question their existence inspite of man's treacherous ways to get rid of them.

What do you see in all of this? Can you see life in all its glory?
Is your mind open enough to grasp the miracles of this land?
or rather, are your eyes open enough to even see these things in your day to day life?
Life is indeed beautiful!

Right from the sun that rises to the waves that travel from the horizon to the shore.
Right from the cries of a new born baby to the silence of newly commissioned Dad.
From the water that then became land to the land that is now Food.
from the smile on a persons face to the love that's overflowing from someone else's heart.

There is no questioning the fact that this land was created with artistic hands.
An artist can only try to capture all of its elegance and beauty.
But what the eye sees will never compare to what the hand can paint.
Open your eyes, Life is Beautiful!

Be Happy Where You Are

Where you are now is where you are supposed to be,
Until you understand, accept and live with that there's no way you can be happy.
Yes, we all want to be somewhere better, some where else.
We can work towards it, but if your heart is not where you are presently,
you cant leave cause you don't have a starting line to begin with.

Being content is difficult in a world like ours, with new technology, new brands, etc.
No matter how much we have, there always a little more that we could or would want to add to it.
So where do we draw the line? Where does 'want' end and 'contentment' begin?
That thin line is Satisfaction. It's Acceptance. And it's Acknowledgement.
Satisfaction with what you have, Acceptance of what you get and Acknowledgement of who you are.

The road to pure contentment and happiness is not easy, but its not one that you can't thread.
Once you've walked the path and overcome all temptations on the way, there's nothing to regret.
The fruit of it is Peace within Chaos, Silence in the midst of Noise.
And most importantly, YOU standing out from the millions.

The Day She Didn't Smile

In the 18 years of my existence, never had I seen such a miracle.... 
Such a miracle of a smile,
Like a flower blooming out of a thick cover of snow,
Like a ray of sunlight on a rainy day,
Or like a drop of water in the desert
That smile was a symbol of strength,
A result of years of pain displayed in the most deceptive way.
That smile was a sign of power over all elements of the world,
Power over anything and everything that had the potential to create a frown.
That smile signified victory over the most gruesome battles and the most wounding wars....
That smile was a true example of humility.
But the day she didn't smile.... 
It was like heavens gates closed for all humanity.
Like her giving up was enough to leave no hope left for the existence of mankind.
The day she didn't smile, I broke slowly, piece by piece.... 
I couldn't stand the sight of something so beaten up, so broken so shattered and so helpless.... 
And I wondered and I sighed at such a sight....
At a broken angel... A figure of beauty that was desecrated by life's cruelty.
I watched how torn apart a soul could be and yet be beauty personified.....
I realized then, what a smile is and how sometimes the emotion behind it we don't see.
The day she didn't smile... I frowned for a while and decided her strength to be. 

The Child Within

Hidden behind the face of man lies someone from the past.
Sometimes forgotten and often ignored, treated like an outcast. 
Somewhere within the grown up body lies a soul of innocent living,
and underneath all of skin’s beauty lies a life of the  untouched being.

That little voice inside of you calls out to you when you’re  wrong,
but for you, life’s to merry, while you sing another’s song.
And lost in the midst of noise, is that tiny voice, your guide.
Fighting to come to the surface and no longer forced to hide.

Many a times we are faced with hardships, decisions we don’t want to make. 
And yet like bosses we sit upright and hold a smile that’s seemingly fake.
But as a little kid, never had you to force a smile.
It just came to you whenever it was worth the while.

But life’s not as easy as it used to be, smiling through it all is no longer an answer.
You have to see life through the eyes of a grown up, now being very mature.
But don’t let that stop the child within from advising you in every way
For you mustn't forget that it was he who brought you to this very day.

Let the child within you be the one that holds you like an iron pillar in a wall.
Let him be every breath you take and even teach you to rise when you fall.
Let the child within you strengthen you and never allow you to break apart
Cause it’s only when you think like a child that you will know what it’s like to think with your heart.

The Forgotten Child

Brought into this world as a fruit of Love. Given an identity and a home to live in.
Nurtured by a family and people that care. She will grow up to be their pride.
4 years into her life, her parents forget their vows, for practicing them was never considered a priority.
And soon the nightmare of this girls life began although she could make no sense of anything.
The two people who introduced her to this world were now willing and able to throttle each other.
And such a sad sight it was for all loved ones to see... this beauty of a child being stained by her creators.

It wasn't long before she was forced to say goodbye, to the man of her heart : her dad and first  love.
Still unaware of what was happening, too young to understand, she said bye like it was just until tomorrow.
And tears rolled down a mothers face, to know that this was something she couldn't save.
To know that she just gave in, to know that not only has she changed her own life forever,
but also that of this little beauty. She has sent away from her, a strength,
a security and mostly the only man who would care for her like no other.

Many years from then, this angel came of age, single parented and now understanding of it.
And now her life was beaming with aspirations and dreams.
And with an enthusiastic teenage heart and the strength of an independent woman,
She was ready to face the world like nothing could come in her way.

But no one said her life was easy, without a dad, who would protect her?
With just one parent, how does a family look complete?
Many a times she sat and pondered... was my life not considered when the divide was done?
If this was for my good, then how is it that I only feel bad about it?

A fruit of love turned into the reason for 'love' changing to 'hate'.
Can she blame herself? and if not, who's responsible?
She feels like the one left out of this FAMILY decision.
Questions cannot be stopped from filling her mind although she keeps space for what keeps her going.

And maybe she doesn't allow all of this to get in the way of her goals.
Maybe she wraps these thoughts in a box and stores them to take out when shes got nothing better to do.
But the fact remains that shes scarred, that a stain has been left on her heart, an empty place is found in her being.
And no matter what she will always carry the burden of being the forgotten child.

The Table of the Unborn

They formed a society, that of the unborn.
To put forth their grievances and voice their unheard cries.
they gather around an unseen table. Its as insignificant as what they feel.
Banned from the real world where dreams come true and life is actually lived.

Imagine being given a free ticket to the circus and then when you reach the entrance gate,
they tear your ticket and don't allow you in!
What are you going to feel? why were you given the hope of seeing the circus in the 1st place?
Why was the ticket even issued to you?

This world we live in ... its a circus....
Filled with talent in all its forms... but also with people who like to act as jokes and treat others as jokes too.
The unborn child within the walls of her mothers womb was given a ticket to enter this circus.
But the very moment it was decided that she should grow no more, that ticket was snatched from her and torn.

And in that very destruction of life comes the destruction of a soul,
a dream, an achiever, a learner and possibly a leader.
In that abortion of breath, a spirit that came through so far dies, there dies a miracle,
there dies science and also one of mans greatest creations.

And today as they sit around this table of grief, they regret to see how many more of them are going to be seated at this table.
Like ghosts wanting to avenge their lives, but helpless beings, unable to fight.
with no voice and no say of their own, no governing power and no ability to fight for their own...
They sit and wait till a solution is found and for people to stop behaving like irresponsible clowns.

Captured

Like a photo shot at the right moment, the memory of you has been Captured.
And by captured, I don't mean an image of a still scene.
I mean my hands wrapped around that moment , holding it tight.
Why such a tight grip on a memory ? Because I can't make the same mistake twice....
When I held on to you loosely.... you slipped away... not because you wanted to...
But because I didn't show you enough how much you were wanted by me.
So i'm not gonna loose these memories the way I let you go.

But holding onto these memories has really got me wondering.
Am I capturing or have I been captured?
Because holding onto something in the past when everything has changed....
Is alright if you don't hope for it to be the same again.
But if the hope of it all coming back exists, then you're pretty much captured.

And is being captured good for you?
Is being hung on to something that may never exist, healthy for you?
For me, being captured feels like belonging. And who wouldn't wanna belong?
To me, being captured by memories and hopes is like being embraced by an imagination.
Like being enveloped in your own pleasant world,
Content and secure in a bubble of YOU and all that YOU WANT.

And yes, when I open my eyes, this bubble bursts and i'm back to reality,
I'm back to freedom,  i'm back to where i'm supposed to be.
But there is and there may always be a part of me....
That prefers to belong... prefers to be be owned and prefers to be captured.

I Cannot Be Taken Down

There is a past that has brought me here
There was a moment that had me shed a tear
I can go back to it everyday
But not a single person can take me down in any way.

My battles I fought with my own will
Like a wounded soldier, I didn't sit still.
With the sweat of determination and the blessings of the skies
I walked forward into the war and my strength did not grow to die.

I needed not a shield and sword,
My battle wasn't of that type
My words and thoughts brought me to the field.
I wasn't going to leave without displaying their might.

I remember the struggle like it was just yesterday
Because it was...this battle happens everyday.
But like those on the border taking care of us all
I cannot afford to let him in who will cause me a great fall.

And every once in a while comes a Trojan horse
The kind that will charm its way through the door
And when true colors surface and I realize my mistake
The battle is not just against the enemy anymore.

So I've faced a thousand and I'll face a thousand more
There's no way I could tire with a spirit that I've kept in store
Cause the past gave me lessons and the present gives me opportunities
I most certainly cannot be taken down for sure.

Is this a Goodbye?

Of the 17 years you lived in the same city as me, little did I know how quickly the years would fly away.
Of the 14 years we were mere acquaintances, little did I think that we would even have to face this day.
Of the 3 years that we were closest to each other, little did I know that this day would be so difficult.
But how can I be here sitting and counting the years we were together,
when I know so well that today your leaving for a far away place and i may not see you for a good amount of years.....
What are these numbers? they are figures defining the quantity of time we have been together.
But these moments are too special to express in a matter of mere numbers.
These moments are too special to even describe in words.

What can I say, today, the day you cross oceans to live out your dreams?
Today, the day you put your past behind you and only step forward into what life has to offer you.
Today, the day you say your goodbyes to the people who saw you grow and lived your life with you.
I cannot help but think of the innumerable times we have spent sharing joys, sorrows, laughter, tears and more than anything our vastly different lives.

I cannot help but recall every day that we spent together, be it at college, or at church, or the summer club, or evening are daily animated evening walks.
I go back to each and every moment, and though its all spread out into a span of years... every memory is still so clear...still so unforgettable.
And i dread to think that for the next few years you are going to be so far away.
You're going to be away from me.... after me having grown so close to you.

Of course, i understand what lies before you, your future is all planned and your ready to take off.
To soar into your life, all set and ready to do what you love, to live out your dream.
And i do wish you all the very best for every step you take and for every decision you will have to make.
I wish you all the happiness this world can give you. If you were near i'd take care of it myself.

My humble prayer to God is that he nurtures you like a little bird under her mothers wing.
I pray that he teaches you to fly high, and that he allows you to fall the 1st couple of times,
just so that you know that failure is inevitable.
I pray that you learn from your mistakes and then never fall again.
I wish you all the strength you could have because now your world is growing bigger and you will have to live stronger.
I wish you humility, so that no matter where you are in this world, no matter who or what you become, you can still get down on your knees and thank the mighty one for every breath he has given you.
I wish you all that makes your heart leap, for what good is life if you can't Love what you do?
I wish you the courage to take risks, and yet enough knowledge to know not to be a fool.

It still hasn't totally sunk in that you are going to be away for so long, when it does sink in, I probably wont be able to read this myself because of how flooded with tears my eyes may get.
Or maybe its just that I don't feel its a goodbye,
maybe I know that your'e going but I know better that somewhere deep down within me,
memories made and lessons learnt will suffice to actually make it feel like you haven't gone away.
I may not have my best friend sitting right beside me, shes probably somewhere around the world.
but wherever she is shes surely thinking about me just as much as I am of her.

So is this a goodbye or is it not?
Because it doesn't fell like one at all, at least not yet.
You were never staying in the same city as me as much as you stayed in my heart.
So even if you're oceans away, I still know that you are really close.
and yes, maybe I wont cry a single tear today when I bid you farewell.
Maybe I will though, when i'm in a train, or when i'm walking in the evening, or when I go to college.
Maybe a tear will fall when I eat at the places we ate together or when I sing the songs I sang with you.
But whenever I think of you, you can be sure that i'm not upset that you're gone,
but it's inevitable that your presence will me missed deeply by me.

I love you Ren :*

In a Crowd

He walks that road everyday, smiles at the people he recognizes,
waves to friendlier ones and speaks a word or two with the best of the lot.
Its a daily routine now to walk this road,
not just because his doctors have advised him to get out more often.
But because seeing the outside world is so much better than battling the inside.

As people pass him by, he can recognize fake smiles, smiles of pity and the real ones.
But he's used to it now, its not common in this small town to see a man with no hair.
So what if there exist different catagories of smiles,
at least he's got his own to make someone else's day.

This walk for him is more than just exercise, it's his form of exploring what little of the world he can.
With a salary of just enough to take care of himself,
he can only see the world in magazines and newspapers from the street side paper-vendors.
More reason to walk just this road.
He walks this same road again and again, because every time he walks it, there something different to see.

A mother with her child, an old man with a hunch, a newly wed couple, a beggar sad and alone,
A business man on a phone call, a musician with his instrument, a fruit vendor selling goods.
He notices a lot about these people, how they all smile back at him as though they are friends of many years.
And yet are complete strangers to each other.
How, not even once, will they smile at one another until they have some business with each other.
How they too walk the same street everyday, and yet cannot recognize one face from the other.
And here he was, recognizing people as though they were family.

What about him allowed him to see more than the others did?
Did he have nothing better to do? did he not have family or friends or a business to look after?
Why was he walking this street everyday?

The difference between him and the other people who walked that street.....
Was that his death was already determined by the cells in his body, he knew his time here on earth.

Then why walk a street? why not do something amazing? travel the world, try bungee jumping, 

climb mount Everest.... why walk the same street everyday?

Of what use is life if you travel the whole world and still not have someone to smile at?
Of what use is life if you scale the highest mountain and still not be able to recognize who are your friends?
Of what use is living if when you die, you have no one to say goodbye to?

At this mans funeral, apart from family, stood a mother with her child, an old man with a hunch,

 a newly wed couple, a beggar sad and alone, a business man with his phone in hand, 

a musician with an instrument and a fruit vendor. 

Not strangers, but friends..... all because he smiled at them when they recognized no one else in a crowd.

The Good Girl

She’s the kind of girl that will melt your heart, she’ll talk to you and make you smile

you’ll get to know her and you’ll want to know more and more of her.
Her Smile could bring you down to your knees. 
And the words she speaks could have you turn your life around for ever.
Her goodness is so overpowering that it could destroy you,
it has the ability to draw you close and then break you into tiny bits.
Her innocence and her honesty may not be made for this harsh world,
but if the entire world was just you, then you’d probably beg to have her as your own.
Her grace, her beauty! She may not have won awards for it,
but she surely seems to have won a lot of hearts in comparison to all the pageant queens from times immemorial put together.
She’s the kind of girl that will work her way into your heart, 

with absolutely no intention of being locked up there.
But you! You won’t be able to let go of her when it’s time for her to leave,
you’ll do your best to have her stay, but you won’t realise,
she’s already gone, distant from you and far away.
And the emptiness will only hurt, not because she’s not there anymore,
but because you experienced something ‘good’ in your heart,
something that while in you, brought you only joy!
And now that it has gone, it’s left you with plain regret
of having known something that good and not being able to have it to yourself.
Of having known perfection and still having to settle for something less.
She is a pure example of euphemism.
She comes to you like a soft feather pillow,
able and willing to take you into the most fascinating dream,
but once she’s there, with the least intention of actually doing this to you,
she will make you question your existence, she’ll make you introspect,
she’ll inspire you to change even if you don’t want to.
And you will then want to change, not because she inspired you,
but because the taste of good is a taste that has you wanting more.
She is dangerous, she is the kind you’d want to meet, but if you let her in,
show her that you’re worth her goodness; you’ll have her forever, all to yourself.
And you will change all of your life for Good, just to have Good all your life.
SHE is THE GOOD GIRL!

Memories

Very often we sit and recall moments gone by.
Mostly of happier times, of more relaxed times.
reminiscing allows us to travel into the past and be there once again.
It takes you back to a point in time where you'd rather be.
where you would love to stay forever.
Unfortunately or fortunately, memories are the past,
And though we want to,we no longer live there.
But does that mean we shouldn't take a little time to visit?
Absolutely not! It is the past that has brought you to where you are today.
Its the past that formed you, that prepared you for this very moment in your life.
take a minute to recall things, to appreciate those who were, the things that were and the you that was.
Analyse your journey from a memory to the present.
Would you be here if it wasn't for a particular moment in the past?
If everything happens for a reason, a moment some time ago could be for the present.
Memories, it's time travel.

A lot of things may not make sense right now,
But if you give it time, you'll soon realize that once it becomes the past your able to understand it better.
We follow are hearts, we do what we have to, we deal with life as it comes,
Not knowing what the future has in store for us.
Not all memories are good.
Some are the kind that will keep coming to us even when we don't want them to.
What may have occurred in the past sometimes seems foolish when you think of it now,
But at the time, you knew what you were doing, and then, it may have felt right.
Now you just know better. So a lesson well learnt!

Memories can heal. They can calm you.
Dont shun them, take the time to appreciate.
Memories are the only souvenirs of your past that will remain with you for a lifetime.

Daddy

He smiled on the day I was born,
kissed me good morning at every dawn.
He stayed up nights when I was sick
He even thought me a ton of magic tricks
When I first fell on a race track he clapped,
Screaming out "get up and run another lap"
His voice may have been enough to know
But it was his smiling face that got me to go.

He dropped me off at football practices each day
He disciplined me and taught me to be regular, come what may.
He was there when I said my first speech,
while my nerves raced, he was ever in reach.
He cried at my performances on stage.
He was overwhelmed but never failed to encourage.
He was overjoyed when i brought home my first trophy
He was always there when i needed him the most
and i speak in the past tense because now hes no more.
On the wings of the angel of death he was taken away from me
My Dad, my Father, a very important part of the word "we"
We may not have been the closest to each other
but having him there made the day a brighter colour.
Its true he won't be there for many important parts of my life.
Like when I get my 1st job or even when I become someone's wife.
But hes watching with eyes of an eagle from above
And constantly guiding my path, showering blessings with love.
And though there's an emptiness that can never be filled.
My Dad, he taught me lessons and set a foundation for my life to build.

10 Important Tips For Life

1. You have to believe in something if not God. Preferably yourself.
2. Life's too short to sit down.
3. Give with no expectations of receiving.
4. Just because it doesn't make sense right now doesn't mean it isn't supposed to happen.
5. Ask questions, you'll learn more.
6. Where you are now is where you're supposed to be, where you will be tomorrow is where you take yourself.
7. Sometimes loving a person is letting them go.
8. True Love does not have rewards and conditions.
9. Exercise your mind as much as you exercise your body.
10. No ten tips can teach you how to live your life, they can only give you an idea of a better life and allow you to change an unproductive one!
    
    So stop looking out for tips! Learn your own lessons! ;)

Jealousy

As little kids, I grew up with siblings or other kids in the neighbour hood, or school mates.
And it allowed me to compare myself with them, to understand our differences.
It wasn't long before we started comparing to an extent that it grew into envy or jealousy.
But I didn't even know how to spell these words back then.
Back when someone's lunch box was shinier than mine.
Back when the teacher drew a star in my classmate's book and not in mine.
Back when the grass grown on some one else's lawn was much greener than that grown on my own.

We were all born with some amount of jealousy and egos as tall as Mount Everest.
Although it doesn't show until we're able to express ourselves with actions, gestures and finally words.
We start off with little things like possessions.
But if it is not controlled, jealousy can do you a whole lot of harm in the long run.
When you think of it now, shinny lunch boxes and green lawns are nothing,
when compared to people, status and capabilities.
We all want what we don't have.
We fail to realize what we have, could be something that someone else doesn't.

Jealousy is a negative emotion, that may cause a kind of satisfaction but moreover it causes hurt.
It causes discontent, insecurity, low self esteem and more than anything it causes ungratefulness.
There's a big difference between being happy and being content.
When you're content you're satisfied. and that brings happiness beyond measure.
It's a state of appreciating what you have, it's a healthy state of living.

So maybe we were born with it, maybe jealousy runs in our blood cause we were all born human.
But growth is inevitable,
and we can all grow out of jealousy just as we grow out of childhood and immaturity.
Jealousy: a fruit of our egos, that tastes as bitter as our ungratefulness.

A Need To Be Covered.

She stands by the well, very little time to spare.
Away from her duties that await her two miles away, back at home.
Covered from head to toe in the hot sun of the Indian afternoon
Not only with the cloth draped around her but also with the sweat from all the hardwork and pain she endures.
As she sits by the well staring at he water surely deeper that 6 feet underground, she cannot help but fall deep into her thoughts.
It's not often she has time to spare like this... with the children at home and with the number of jobs left for the day.
She ponders of how her life moved from scene to scene just like the water in the well.
It rises and lowers according to what the land has to offer.

What had she to offer? What was so precious about her that a price had to be put on her?
Sold to a man who promised her love and moreover riches.
Having a value that's measurable may not be as good as having a value that immeasurable, priceless.
But marrying him promised her a better life, one that her own parents couldn't promise her.
She felt good, it isn't easy making a living out there in the village.

But now as she stared into the water, she looked at her reflection, her face, 20 years after marrying him.
And she's 35 now. She imagined her 14 year- old self, staring into the water, right before her parents struck a deal with the neighbouring family.
Right before she was given away.
She saw her younger self... tireless, carefee, not a worry in the world.
And now came a time where she couldn't sit at the well like she used to.
Now she came to the well, disturbed the water by fetching her share of it and left for home.
Now she had responsibilities, chores, duties. She had a society to keep happy. She had In-laws now.

And as she starred into the water, she dreams of a better life than this, one that she thinks will come soon.
She dreams of her husband taking her and her children to live in the city one day, when he's able to afford it.
She dreams of an easier life, where women like her are not bound to the confines of their houses.
Where houses are not as small as the one she lived in.
She dreams that one day she will be answerable to no one but herself and her husband.
Where society does not look down upon her and where she would be treated equally as man.
Finally she dreams of being able to be free, being able to look up from under the drape on her head.
To look up at the sky or people around her, to look into peoples eyes and have friends.
To be able to trust, to be free, to be treated equally, to be respected.

And while she dreams of a better life out in the city,
Little does she know of how badly women are being treated out here.
Little does she know, that at the age of 5 a girl was brutally raped.
while when she was 5 she stood at a well, playing, laughing smiling.
Little does she know that a women in the city cannot dress the way she wants to.
Like those in the village, she too now feels the need to be covered head to toe.

Music- Live it!

Music has a way of reaching the deepest of souls.
It finds its way through all walls that we build around us.
It reaches into the depths of your thoughts, the crux of your being.
It can influence you and your actions without changing you one bit.
And it can do all this to you without even having substantial lyrics!
Music can be an answer to many of our insecurities.
It's a silver lining to a lot of our tense moments and anxieties.
And yet music is the last thing we go to in all our worldly worries.
Music is a magical experience, that pulls chords in our being.
It helps harmonize our thoughts, our actions, our words....
It puts different aspects of our lives together just so that it all becomes less confusing....
Music works as a universal solvent, it can take joys, sorrows, pain, love, regret, happiness...
Put them all together and still be the most beautiful form of art in the world.
It's a matter of breathing it in, feeling music enter you when you listen.
Music can work wonders if you use it well.
It cures, it heals, it helps!
Let it in and let it work its magic, let it calm you and allow you to explore.
Not just yourself, but its own meaning, it's beauty, it's stories, it's creation.
Dont just love music! Live it!

Take, Dont Break!

When I give you my thoughts and I share my dreams,
you take them with open arms, and encourage the unseen.
I entrust my hope and my deepest desires into your care
and pray everyday that in my joy and sorrows you will always share.

What we have, what we've formed must always be a give and take.
Surely let it not become something that we could easily break.
Let walls come down and barriers be broken.
Let nothing be hidden, let nothing be left unspoken.

I believe in a trust that never crashes
That even with furious flames never turns to ashes.
Let our trust and our faith be like that growing tree...
Evergreen and fruitful, until of course its soul is no longer to be.

But till that day comes, when its our turn to leave,
Trust me and I'll trust you to free and be free.
My heart, my being and my whole self, you can take,
But please don't allow what we have to break.

Love(in)g Denial

What a feeling it is to keep a secret!

To know that you know something that no one else does.
Be it about someone else or even yourself.
And when its about yourself, you can be sure of its secrecy, 

that only you can control it and it effects no one else but yourself if its told.
Which is why, we can deny so many things openly and yet hold them close to our hearts secretly.

For example, i very well know what you mean to me,
but out in the open, i cannot help but deny it! That's 'LOVE IN DENIAL'
but this secret crush, this little secret of mine, it gives me a high, an exciting feeling. 

Now that's  'LOVING DENIAL'

Because somethings are better left that way, unsaid and unspoken.
Revealing it involves risks and uncertainties which sometimes don't seem worth it at all,
saying it out loud makes it real and wheres the fun and adventure in that?

The hidden truth is a lie, but the spoken truth might have consequences you'd rather avoid.

Let this not be an excuse for you to shy away from your feelings and emotions.
Love is a beautiful gift to give and to receive. Denying it or being denied of it is common.
But expressing it bears more fruit. In the end it's what's more important to you....
Denying it all and staying where you are.... or accepting it and moving further.

Fearful

What are your biggest fears?
Do u fear rejection, abandonment, loneliness  poverty, distress, disease, unemployment, over wealthiness , responsibilities, initiative, heights, big words, creepy crawlers?
I could probably prepare a list of phobias.... and have you add some more to it, and the list may still never get done.

what are fears?
fears are  unpleasant emotions caused by a belief that someone or something is dangerous, or likely to cause pain or a threat (yes, i Googled it)

But what are fears to you? 

Clearly they are your insecurities, your unbelief in yourself, your low self esteem, your past, your experiences, your illusions.

We paint pictures in our head with what we think is good for ourselves, we blacken whats bad and try to stay away from it. And maybe, we're comfortable that way, staying in the light, avoiding our fears and staying away from the dark.

Most of us fear admitting or realizing our fears? Being afraid doesn't mean you're a coward? it means you have acknowledged an insecurity, and that in itself is the 1st step towards overcoming your fears.

Beautiful and Unknown

You and I... we are something imaginary.
We are beautiful and probably not meant to be anything more.
In my imagination, we are real, and only I can tell how confusing and yet so sorted it can all be.
In my head, you exist,  although in reality I have still to meet you.
Cause in my head, its easy to have perfection, to have you to my liking.
In my head..... its easy to create, to know exactly what I want.
But it spoils me, it spoils me to an extent that I can no longer settle for anything less.
There is a hope, a hope that tells me that although I may never meet you,
You exist somewhere, one among the gazillions of people around this planet.
But how are you to know I'm looking for you? How do you know what's my idea of perfection?
It's easy, you don't need to know!
Just the fact that you exist is enough to tell me that we'll find our way somehow.
And even if we don't, you're still beautiful in my head.
You're still perfect. You still exist. Just not in front of my eyes...
Till that day, if and when it should arrive, we'll remain beautiful and unknown!
 

How Are You?

How are you? a question, that when put to you, allows you to contemplate.
Many a times, we fail to realize the state of our being until we're actually facing the words of this question.
Most of us hardly even answer this question honestly.
Even when its put to us with absolute care and concern.

Have you ever thought for once that maybe these three words could mean more than 'I LOVE YOU' ?
Just think of it.... both phrases consist of three words each, of which 'YOU' is the object of concern.
A person asking you of your well being literally gives you an opportunity to introspect and be honest to yourself too.
Cause its so often that we pass off an "I'm fine, how are you" immediately after the question without even thinking once, of how well we truly are.

Everyone suffers, everyone goes through good and bad in different measures.
Some of us can handle it all and some of us can't, even though we want to or maybe even if we think we can.
Sometimes, a "how are you? " can easily make someone feel more loved, than 'I LOVE YOU' can.
Pure care and concern goes a long way in loving.

Lying in response to this question is easy, who really wants to know my miseries right?
Well, to people who really really love you, your problems are theirs too.
Be careful who you're answering to, recognize love in words. You'll know when its out of pure concern and when its a conversation starter.
In lying to loved ones, u lie to yourself. And what greater sin to commit?

When it's time to let go...

How young and  innocent you still are!
you haven't seen what the world has to offer you and yet you have more to offer it.
Your tiny sparkling eyes gleam with your dreams and your hopes.
and as i hold your hand while we walk down life's road, i can only anticipate your future.

You have so much ahead of you, education, religion, society, finding your place in this world.
You have miracles to work and dreams to fulfill, you have promises to make and records to break.
You, my little one, have so many roads to walk, so many hurdles to jump and so many more lives to touch.
And I am absolutely sure this world is lucky to have you in it.

But as i look forward to you growing up, i fear the day you meet the cruel part of this planet
The corruption, the crime, the harsh reality of Global warming and mostly how unfair life can be.
These fears may prevent me from letting go of your hand when the time comes for it.
but being elder to you, i understand better what it is like out there.

Out there: beyond your little friend-circle, beyond your house and much beyond your comfort zone.
My dear little one, you have so much to see of this world and its waiting for you to grasp its marvels.
Be a darling and don't ever be separated from your roots, take every lesson learnt with you.
Dont sacrifice your dignity for the sake of pleasing others, don't even think of fooling around with fire.

While i know I am afraid of letting you go, I also know i can't hold on to you forever.
This shield of protection that I have around you will have to wither away as you will grow out of it.
And you will be out there, ready to face the world, ready to slay dragons and rule nations.
You, in all your meekness, will get hurt..but with all strength shall overcome it.

And yes, when i think about it now, I don't want to let go of you at all.....
But when the time is right, i know you will be the one holding my hand and assuring me:
"I have been taught well and nothing in this world can wound me, as long as i have your love"
And that day, undoubtedly, will be the happiest day of my life.

An Unexpected Exception

You may say he was the only exception....
But i would say hes the kind of exception that i never expected
Never in my imagination did i think i would find him...
Hes just what i thought could never exist
Its like the universe was teasing me when he came around...
My heart pounded in his presence
The sight of him could have my knees grow weak
He had my fingers freeze until i couldn't feel them anymore
By just being around me, he had my un-didvided attention, no matter where i was...
No one else could make me fell the way he did
No other made me want to impress...
I would never have given myself a chance to fall for someone,
To fall so hard in love.... and it wouldn't be the same if it were someone else...
All in all, i couldn't help but wonder.. Why Now??? Why ever???
Maybe he is everything I've been waiting for, but now am I done waiting???

It didn't take long for him to find an exception of a girl for himself
And although you and i would want that girl to be me, sadly, it wasn't.
And never once in all my thoughts did i question: is the universe done teasing me???
What if he wasn't here to find me? what if we weren't meant to be?
My mind, occupied with its thoughts and fears failed to see how he was being taken away from me.
Not that i ever had a claim over him....
Not that i was assured that he existed because  i thought we were destined to be together.

The heart is weak,
It finds something that keeps it happy and then grows so attached to it.
The heart embraces this special something/someone in a tight grip, never wanting to let go...
But the heart, foolish as it sometimes is, surely is capable of embracing illusions.
It sees what it desires to see, what it longs for the most...
And when reality decides to make its appearance...the embrace is left empty and purposeless...
Almost like a disappearing act, what it held on to so tightly turned out to be just an illusion...
And the illusion was nothing but hopes dreams and desires.

Give up or Hang on

She stayed so long! she stayed through it all.
Like a rock in a river, she let it all pass by her.
She fought like a mother saving her child.
She fought because she knew it was just another mile.

She held on to what she had, though little it was.
She gave life all that she could,
But life did throw at her more than what it should....

For every time she felt like giving up,
There was always another voice asking her to hang on, to stay.
Soon, the times she felt like giving up... increased....
But she ignored it and stayed...she chose which voice to listen too...

In a year or two, fighting tired her out...
was life meant to be about fighting your way through or living your way through?
the voices grew louder....
and decision making soon was not done by the mind but by the body...

The body grew weak, tired of what could have been done differently...
Hope and faith seemed to be moving away slowly...
And even though a fighter still tried to fight....
soon it wasn't her battle anymore.

Now it was the voices...
One louder than the other...
Give up...Hang on....
She finally gave in to both.

Care to Care?

Just because they don't talk....does not mean they don't care. They do.
Sometimes care is difficult to notice...
Especially if its from someone who has been giving it to you for quite some time.
What is care? Is it Worry? Is it concern? Is it acknowledgement?
Care is much more than all of these put together.
Its almost a matter of belonging, acceptance and mostly GIVING.
Care should never go unnoticed....
One cares... not for credit but for the joy in giving joy.
One cares when one Loves.Care cannot exist without Love.
So if someone cares so much to make sure that you are at your happiest moments always...
Know that there is love that's driving him. Because to care is to love.
And yes, maybe you may not reciprocate the same feelings...
But that's not an excuse for you to take someones care for you for granted.
We all may not have care givers to call our own... mostly because we are to blind to notice them.
But they exist...secretly...watching over us..... whether you appreciate them or not
But if we Care enough to inspire others to care...
A lot can happen with some simple words and deeds.
And i'm talking about a revolution...

Those Eyes...

You're eyes are more expressive than you think they are...
They betray you most of the time as you try to fool the world.
But they befriended me when my eyes met yours for the first time.
Its funny you don't know...how i trust your eyes more than i trust you.
Cause they will never lie to me or ever hide anything from me.

No, I'm not accusing you of anything.
Your eyes, expressive as they are, give to the world more of you than you do yourself.
And in them , its not difficult to see what your heart leaps for, what your soul cries for,
and what your being really lives for ....
Its no difficult task to see your emotions.... Its out there, displayed.
Your eyes betray you again and again....

But, hidden beneath those sparkling instruments of sight, is something that no one else can see.
Something that only you, you and your inner being have full control over.
Its You.
The world will look into your eyes and see you.
They will see emotions, expressions and a whole lot of things and they will judge, they will criticize.
But what they don't see...is the YOU behind those emotions..... the being behind those eyes.
Those eyes that lie....those eyes that fool... those eyes that betray.... mostly with intentions of doing no harm.

So you lied...

So you lied....
Congratulations.... you have succeeded in making true something that isnt.
Magic? or plain Non-acceptance???
They say the truth is hard to hear.... but maybe its the false that much easier to tell.

So you lied again....
Congratulations... you have done what all cowards do!
Yup! you are no different from the ones who lied to you!
Karma knows how to come knocking back on your door!

So you lied still another time....
Congratulations... its a big deal...
To get away with it...with something wrong...
Cause its easier that way right? much better than facing reality!

You just dont seem to learn your lesson, do you???
Congratulation....You have won a 100 more reasons to lie...
So its all gain??? Yipee!
So much easier than truth's pain!

Do You know what you are now???....
Congratulations.... Life has now turned you into a living one.
A LIVING LIE! so you have a title now!
All because you lied.

They aren't just words anymore...

One of the most beautiful sights, i believe, is a mother teaching her kid to pray.
Walked passed a Little boy and his mother and overheard them talking.
At first i didn't understand what they were saying because they spoke in an unfamiliar language.
And everything that the mother said, the boy repeated after her.
i realized she was teaching him the words of a prayer when i heard the name of their God.

At such tender ages we were taught to pray,
at that point..they were just words... words that we had to say everyday.
And we didn't know what we were saying most of the time.
Until we grew a little older, when we could understand words.
when every word meant something.

Soon every word of a prayer learnt by heart began to mean much more.
And what it meant had no barriers.
Different points of view, different meanings to every word that was said in a prayer.
At this age, prayer grew to be more than just a chanting of words.
There was a desire to understand and a longing to know.

Prayer now has turned into a living.
Every step of the way, every decision we take, we pray.
Sometimes consciously, sometimes very unconsciously!
Now we pray from the heart, now we form our own sentences, frame our own prayers at times.
No longer do we repeat, or chant, now we PRAY.
Because now it means so much more than it did then.
Now we feel the Power of prayer, now there's Faith, now there's Experience...
and not just words...

Stay Afloat

You get a sinking feeling when your neck-deep in water
That final breath you take before it pulls you in
before you give up on staying afloat...
That final thought that crosses your mind,
That decision you make to allow it to swallow you...
Not because you have no hope left
but also because all strength swam away when you couldn't see the shore...
if you choose to let fate decide what's next for you,
you have no story to tell... you have no YOU for the future.
If you challenge fate with Faith and give hope a chance and choose to stay afloat...u may not see a shore...
but surely you'll have a lifeboat approaching you.
YOU will have a story to tell.
Will you allow yourself to be drowned when life is thirsting to gulp you down?
Stay afloat... Let Faith be Stronger than Fate.

I Washed My Hands and Gave it a Thought

At the end of the day when i got home after the sun had already set,
I dropped my burden of a bag and laid it to rest only to know that it will be upon me yet another day...
I long for some nourishment something to satisfy the hunger and the thirst that sometimes is neglected.
So i waste no time in search of food, in search of something that will help me regain my strength.
Something that not only will release all the pain and tension my shoulders carried but also something that will provide my shoulders strength for the days to come.
So i drag myself to the wash basin..... wet my hands....wet my face..... and oh what relief!!!
The turmoil of a long hard day washed away in a matter of seconds....
And i stand and stare at the water running through my fingers....cleansing it...refreshing it.
On turning the water off...i stared at my hands....what were they being cleansed off?
Those hands worked during the day to do good and bad.
It washed away the stains of sin and the marks left behind by the good.
Wash away the dirt of anger, jealousy and hatred towards people i encounter during the day.
It makes way for the hands to do good, wipe away tears and offer love and comfort.
The creases and folds told stories of hard-work but the softness of the palms told of tasks not accomplished yet.
There is lots still to be done and we wash our hands everyday... washing away the past and preparing for the future.

Shadowing Her

Wherever she goes she seems to be shadowed.
Followed by her fate as she walks along.
Her every step is watched closely and its path is lead by what lurks behind her.
She lives everyday differently.... Knowing deep inside that she has nothing to look forward to....
Her future.... Her fate is all ready and decided....
Decided and just waiting for her to come of age.
Decided by her society...
Decided by her 'owners'...
Decided by her shadow.......

A four letter word called LOVE

Don't ever underestimate the power of this tiny little word.
Tiny it may be but does the greatest of things.
It means so much more than what it seems to mean.
And yet is seen in the millions of tiny things in this world.
The smallest of moments shared with special ones define this tiny word that has more meaning than the moment itself.
It probably has more meaning than our own existence.
Maybe because it's the cause and reason of our existence.
This four letter word can save lives or even empires.
It does more in one day than what you could do in a life time.
Love is no ordinary four letter word... Its a power.
It's a rule and a reign over those who believe in it and to those who use it well.
Love is not a reward neithr is it a medium of exchange.
It's a living...that makes a lifetime.

Moments

we all have our special moments... that moment you share with a loved one.
sometimes in silence and many a times sharing the deepest of your thoughts, the deepest of your worries and the most secretive insecurities you possess....
you open yourself up with absolute faith that he/she will never use your insecurities against you.... that your confidant might never take advantage of the most vulnerable part of your being....
and then how difficult it becomes to say goodbye... cause not only does he/she hold a key part of you but also holds a moment...
that particular moment...those moments... moments that can be replicated by no other....

Heartless

There is a kind that cannot care less....about the million and one who would like to unfriend distress.
There exists a species of raging beings,
who fight wars inside in search of meaning.
there are a few who lose it all...hearts misplaced when they tripped and took a fall...
heartless they are, no fault of theirs... outcasted and ignored and deprived of care...
have you ever thought of it this way???
that one can be heartless because the heart couldn't stay.....

Rise above

Its not an easy task to just standout from the rest...
It asks for courage, initiation and strong will...
What makes you any better if u treat others the way they treat you...
You have your own judgement, ur own mind....
Must someones actions really influence you...
Rise above.

Can you be quiet???

Even when we're not talking....We are!
to ourselves....to our thoughts....
to that force that controls us...
We talk and we talk... and sometimes its too much to hear.
Sometimes you want to shut yourself up...
Just to feel the silence...
the bliss of blankness...
the peace of nothing.....
Can you have such a control over yourself?
Can you turn it all down?
Can you be quiet?

Breathe

Hold your breath and experience what it is
to be choked for a while and for a moment not live.

In that second or two, things will blur
and you will then allow breath to enter.

If only it were so easy to breathe again
Once the choking is done in a way no one can mend.

If only your breath could be held and you could stop living

Just for the moments when you ain't sure you can keep giving.

For we get no second chances in life...no time machine at need
The 1st chance is all we got....to live and better still, to breathe!

We Run

We run, we run from a lot, we run away almost every time,
We run from what can hurt us, we run from what scares us,
We even run from some things that haven't happened yet
What makes our feet move so fast, move away from negativity?
Its what we're running towards.....we run forward and not backward....
We run from something to something better....
Who would know your destination better than yourself.
Those two feet...that run fast, they know where they are going :)
They run from the negative to the positive,
From the uncomfortable to the comfort.
From the cold to the sunshine....
We Run the difference.

Insanely Loud

There is a feeling, a constant voice
Thats waiting to be permitted to be insanely loud.
There is an urge to speak your mind
and to loudly do your expressions Proud.

There is a need for unlimited volume
In an echoing room so that you can hear ...
A burst of words locked up for too long
now to be given freedom without fear

Let it be insanely loud, louder than sirens.
For one, who is deaf and dumb,
there isn't a reason not to try to express.
Its probably the only thing that will have them feeling un-numbed.

Throw it Away

You use your time gathering it all, a lot of  which does not belong to you...
You collect and collect until you cant hold them all no more
and then you look, you look for something or someone onto whom you can dump all of it
because you realize its too heavy, this burden you collected,
a burden that was not yours in the 1st place, and now you have it and its weighing you down
but who can help you? its different if the load was yours to carry, help would have come easily.
Drop it! Those heavy, useless, unproductive loads that do nothing but occupy space and waste energy
Throw it away!

Physically Absent Spiritually Present

She exists, she comes to you, talks, charms, makes you listen to her, she listens to you
In no time you feel invisible if she's not around you, she's your angel and no matter what she's always there
just so that you always feel great about yourself, she gives and gives and she never stops giving
compliments, ego boosts, lessons and tips on how to live fully,
she even shows you the path to happiness...
she loves to be around you and no, she's not doing you a favor,
she's doing herself a favor, cause mostly, she feels needed by you...
you want to keep her, you want her to stick around forever...
Start telling her what she means to you...
Appreciate her and tell her what she's been to you...
she wants to hear it, but at the same time it gives her permission to leave...
something you both didn't want.....
There is a possibility that she will realize her time in your life is done,
that you have received what she came to give...
and someone else may be waiting for her presence in their lives...
Are you willing to let go of her? can you stand without her? or has she always been your wings?
Set her free, shes closest to you in your heart... she will only be physically absent.
Her wings are magical, they will invisibly be present for you.
and not only will you stand, you'll fly! Set Her Free...

Flesh and Emotions

Its a matter of cells and those gluing tissues that keep the flesh intact to the body
what about emotions? sometimes hidden under skin and sometimes literally worn on the surface...
what keeps them in the same body?
there's almost a war going on in there, between what really is and what really should be.
its either the flesh that limits emotions or emotions that limit the flesh....
they need that fine balance, the thinnest line separating them but still keeping them in touch
keeping them in harmony with each other thus causing absolutely no imbalances within a being.

Just Being

What does it take to just BE yourself?
You BE who you are, live with and make the best of all that life throws at you.
How difficult it is to BE happy or content.....especially when one is busy BEing someone he is not....
Maybe..... before one can learn to BE happy or to BE himself ...... he ought to just learn to BE!
Yes, i'm talking about the state of  'BE'ing........   actual existence in living :)
Begin Believing in your Being!

Explained or Understood

Must we move on when there is no future that we can be sure of?
Must we move on just because the past needs us no more?
Would it make a difference if we just stayed where we are?
And probably let time take us through our tense and clingy little hour....
You've gone away from this moment of need,
Hands left empty, for there's nothing more to ask for or to plead.
At this critical moment you left for your good.
Can selfishness ever be explained or understood?
Questions race and doubts cloud it all,
Was it destiny that got us to take the fall?
Was it me was it you, or was it both of us, to ourselves being true?
A sweet taste of the bigger picture and a bitter one of the small
Our decision seems right although it didn't when I recall...
There's probably more to it than it seems to be
But for now i'll bank on destiny....

Tattered Wings

Angels live among us...all with tattered wings,
God still helps them to fly and praise as they joyfully sing.
No complaints they make while traveling door to door,
They'll enter your house and look after you more and more.
Why, you may ask such pain they endure?
Flying with tattered wings and bodies almost sore...
Because the magic under every wing is perpetual and unending
As they wrap you in protection and care everlasting .....
The beauty of shining wings, they are willing to sacrifice
Just so that the broken and tattered ones are kept warm and nice.
They forget their looks or the way people imagine them to be,
'Cause when the world's tattered and ugly,  which angel can trouble to be pretty?

Grounded and Uplifting

We all start somewhere, finish and then start all over again with what life's ready to offer us
We make decisions every moment of our lives, we dream, we work we achieve.
Sometimes we get lost in our accomplishments, so lost that we don't realize how high we have risen
And how difficult it is to hear people from way above them .....
Whats the use of rising above then .... if you cant communicate with the ones who helped you get there?
It's better to be GROUNDED and UPLIFTING! .... than lifted and uprooted.