My shrine…

I will find my way, someday.
When i wont be reluctant, anyways..

When i will be having my own possessions to display..

Will you be happy then?
I will be flourishing, when!

You always laughed at my dreams,
You derided them as my mere fantasies..

Will you be happy if i offer you a ride, in my own SUV?

Who told you that writers don’t have a job to do ?
Who were you to decide anyways, whether writing a novel was not a passion to be pursued?

I never intended to have all the world class Royalities..
Coz i learnt a long time ago, there is nothing that could be more precious than being at peace..

So don’t you worry,
Soulful and satisfied is all that i ever hope to be..

And, more than anything, I believe in my capabilities..

You should know that extraordinary things take time,
And, mine is a special case,
Since the pinnacle i would reach,
Would be an ultimate shrine..

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A distant dream…

Somewhere in the farther fields,

Where worldly desires become a distant dream..

Under the clear blue skies,

With the sun and the clouds having their own little fights,

Where the branches of the tree keep swinging,

As if it’s the song of endless joy that they are singing,

Amidst the mystic winds,

On the bed of lush green fields,

When the smell of the moist sand fills up the atmosphere,

Where the insects make noise, pollinating on the flower beds.

In the wide, open spaces,

Surrounded by all happier faces,

Where at the corner, a blaze and a sparkling could be seen,

When, incredible peace and natural bliss, is what one could feel.

The ripples forming in the crystal clear waters going back and forth, getting enlarged as they touched the shores,

Where the dense fog is a mystery waiting to unfold,

Wherein, one would love to get lost even without being asked or told,

Where imagination puts the reality aside ,

Where there is just one truth superseding  all lies..

Beyond the concepts of good and the bad,

There exists a world,

I will meet you there,

Where in we will be together forever, never apart,

Neither in distance of place, nor of heart.

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Self-belief…

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All this while i have been dreaming about this day..

A time that is to arrive when i would be able to call you mine, and only mine..

The time, that may or may not be perfect but the one moment when everything will  make sense..

When you would accept me with all my flaws and understand me for who i am..

Giving it the wings of imagination, i undergo some sort of introspection..

A few moments of diffident silence, followed by a strange question..

Having to witness it for real.. Having known that you have nothing more to regret or fear..

Could i ask for more?

How heavenly must it feel to have you by my side..

Not for a moment, not as some obligation or favour..

But by the heartfelt need of rejuvenating ourselves in this warmth of togetherness..

Through the realisation that the best relationships in our lives are not the ones  that have not experienced the breakouts and the downfalls.. They are the ones that still shine with a ray of hope amidst the darkest clouds.. the ones that echo of the saving grace, having risen above the most torment full of storms..

I haven’t really been positive in any aspect  of my life, but this!!

Even if the world confers me with a title of a utopian, i still wont piss..

Even if they try to tell me, that, i am day dreaming, i will still go by my own faith and keep on believing!

Coz our destiny is what god has planned, But the power of prayer is still in my hands..

I won’t give up my hopes that easily, Coz there will be a miracle and this world will see..

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Hanging between teenage insanity and adult maturity..

When the 3 occupies the one’s place and 2 occupies the tenths, that’s when you know your life is going to be a real mess!!

I am at this weird age where half of my classmates and friends are getting married and having babies..

While the other half are still busy recollecting their beings from the hangovers and trying to figure out the means to live..

I constantly find myself caught up in middle of these dilemmas..

When..

Your Parents are right after you singing the ages old stupid song of timely marriage..

While, You are still giving in your everything to earn your means of an idealistic livelihood, beating down all the obstacles..

Too much pressure, mounts up your head at once..

When you find out that you still can’t take care of yourself, how can they expect you to take charge of a whole family institution?

Yes, Family institution!!

Coz in Indian weddings, you don’t just marry a guy, you marry his whole family at once!

I hate this phase when you reach the age of 23.

When you are just hanging in between the extremes of childish insanity and adult  maturity..

When you try to act sensibly but end up being an adamant stupid…

Why do we have to go through this phase where in, we are not even sure of our very own existence!

I mean who are we, by the way ?

The super beings with magical rays!!

What was god excepting us to be, anyways?

To handle it all by ourselves without making a single complaint..

There is so much of baggage.

How could anyone expect us to be reasonable all the time when all that we can end up with is being lame..

You can’t decide for yourself what you actually want in life?

Whether you wish to retain certain relationships or you want to cut them out within no time?

Whether you want to hold on to your own beliefs or follow the ones claiming that their advises would make our lives easy!

The heights of irony reaches its pinnacle when you are held up with such chaos in head, whether to cry tears over your very own personal shits or to settle down the relationship problems of your best friend.

I mean every freaking person i know, faces some or the other form of trouble!

Why break up, in the first place?

Then, why patch up ?

To how many do we really show our true self and from how many should we abstain in all sense?

Why is it so hard to make people understand!

It’s this age alone, when the biggest questions of your life are whether to spend your money on food and leisure or to save some in order to pursue your passion..

When the only thing you look for is an escape route from the flood of questionable concerns originated from your parents end, ready to drown you till you literally touch the sea bed..

When you are not even sure about your own set of feelings, let alone the perception of how the other person feels!

When you are unable to decide whether to hold on tight or to let it go with all your might!

When you don’t know how to strike a balance between your desire to be in a certain field and your obligation to act as a decent and resolved personality!

When you try to figure out, when exactly did you lose your friends along the way,

And even after hours of introspection, you reach nowhere!

When getting your data packs recharged on time, becomes more important than anything else, when you come across *never faced before* circumstance and start to lose all your sense!

Some people fighting their secret battles of depression, some suffering the consequences of their unaccountable obsessions..

When you wish to stay away from home,

But when you are actually out, away from home, that is the only place you miss the most!

I so despise this age, which becomes detrimental to your future!

It appears as if, its waiting for you to make one wrong move and hola, there is yet another roller coaster!

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Memories of a vanished friend…

This poem (a bunch of my school memories)was written, 
back in 2011, when we stepped into the newer worlds, to 
pursue our respective higher studies and build our dream 
careers.. meanwhile, we forgot, what it was actually like, 
to have someone (who means the most to you) by your side..

AROUND  THE  CORNER , I  HAVE  A  FRIEND…

IN   THE  CITY  THAT  SEEMS  TO  HAVE  NO  END…

THE  DAYS  GO  BY  AND  THE  WEEKS  RUSH  ON,

AND  BEFORE  I  KNOW, YEARS  HAVE  GONE….

I  NEVER  SEE  MY  OLD  FRIEND’S   FACE ,

FOR  LIFE  NOW , HAS  A  SWIFT  PACE….

HE  KNOWS  THAT  I  LIKE  HIM  JUST  AS  WELL, 

AS  IN  THE  DAYS  WHEN  I  RANG  HIS  MIND’S  BELL…

IN  TIMES  WE  WERE  MUCH  YOUNGER  , 

TO  DIFFERENTIATE  BETWEEN  THE  WRONG  AND  THE  RIGHT…

IN  THE  DAYS  WE WERE  PREOCCUPIED , WEAVING , 

THE  GOOD  AND THE  BAD  MEMORIES  OF  OUR  SCHOOL  LIFE…

HOW  I  WISH  I  COULD  LIVE  THOSE  DAYS  BACK  AGAIN,

SO  WHY  CANNOT  EVERYTHING   JUST  STAY  THE  SAME..???

THOSE  BITTER  QUARRELS,THOSE  SILLY  STUPID  FIGHTS ..

THAT  SWEET  TEASING  DURING  THE  ASSEMBLY  TIME…

I  STILL  REMEMBER  HIS  EACH  GOOD  LUCK BEFORE  A  RECITATION  OR  A  DEBATE,

AND  THE  WAY, HE SLOWLY  WHISPERED  SORRY  FOR  HIS  MISTAKES…

HOW   SHOULD  I  REVEAL  THAT  I  LOVED  HIM  THIS  WAY,

WHEN  HE  USED  TO  GIVE  A  THANKS TOKEN  WITH  GAY….

EACH  MEMORY  OF  THIS  WONDERFUL  PAST, REMAINS  AS  A  BENCHMARK  IN  MY LIFE, FOR  IT  HAS  GIVEN  ME  SO  MUCH   UNEXPECTED  TO  CHERISH, UNTIL THE VERY  END  OF  THIS  ROLLER COASTER RIDE…

WHEN  I  PEEP  BACK  INTO  IT,

I  EXPERIENCE  THE  GLIMPSES  , THAT  NO ONE  CAN  EVER  GIVE….

BE  IT  THOSE  INTERNET  CHATS,OR  THOSE  COINCIDENTAL   CONFRONTATIONS ,

OR  BE  IT  THE  EXTRAVAGANZA   OF H.R. WILSON  EDUCATIONAL AND CULTURAL COMPETITIONS….

BE  IT  THOSE  PARTIES  OF  WENGERS  AND  TEMPTATIONS,

OR  BE  IT  THE  CLASSES  HELD DURING  SULTRY  VACCATIONS…..

BE  IT  YOUR  BIRTHDAY  OR  MINE,

THE  CRAZE  GREW  EQUALLY  WELL BEFORE  THE  SONG  TIME…

BE  IT  THAT  BUNKING  CLASSES  DURING  CHRISTMAS  FORTNIGHT,

OR  BE  IT  THE  RUMORS  AND  GOSSIPING  ON  TOP  FLOOR  AND  CCC’S SITE….

BE  IT  THAT  HUSTLE  BUSTLE  BEFORE  THE  SPORTS  MEET, OR  BE IT  THE  FACES 

THAT  DREW  LONG  AT  EVERY  BACCALAURETTE  SPEECH..

NOW  MAKES  THE  TEARS  ROLL DOWN  MY  CHEEKS…

THAT  JOY,  THAT  HAPPINESS…

THAT  ANGER,  THAT  SADNESS…

HAVE  ALL  COLLECTIVELY  DRIVEN  ME  MAD….

BUT  DON’T KNOW  WHY, THIS  TIME  HAS  CHANGED..???

AS  WE  STAND  TODAY  AS  BUSY TIRED  MEN..

WITH  NOT  EVEN  TIME  FOR  OUR  VERY  OWN  CASE…

TIRED  OF  PLAYING  A  FOOLISH  GAME…

TIRED  OF  TRYING  TO  MAKE  A  NAME…

TOMORROW  I  SAY, I  WILL  CALL  ON  HIM ,

JUST  TO  SHOW  THAT  I  THINK  OF  HIM …

BUT  TOMORROW  COMES  AND  TOMMOROW  GOES,

AND  HE REMAINS   LOST  IN  HIS OWN  ACADEMIC GOALS….

WITHOUT  EVEN  REALIZING  THAT  THE  DISTANCE  BETWEEN  US  GROWS AND  GROWS….

AROUND  THE  CORNER , YET  MILES  AWAY….

HERE’S  A TEXT  : ”I  AM  BUSY  TODAY ”

IS  THAT  WHAT  WE  SHOULD  GET..

WHICH  WE  DON’T  EVEN  DESERVE  IN  THE  END..??

AROUND  THE  CORNER , A  SORT  OF  A  ”VANISHED  FRIEND” …

NOW I  AM  WAITING  FOR  THAT  DAY, WHEN  HE  ‘LL  REALIZE  HIS  MISTAKE…

AND  MAKE  A  PROMISE  OF  STAYING  THE  SAME.. ( AS  HE  WAS EARLIER ) — CARING  AND  FULL  OF  LIFE..

AS  FOR  NOW, I  REALLY  DON’T  WANT THIS  TO  CONTINUE  ANYMORE…

I AM TOO   FED  UP  OF THOSE  QUESTIONS  AND  PISSED  OFF  WITH  SUCH  EXPLANATIONS…

EITHER  THIS  SHOULD  BE  THE  END  OF  ALL, OR  ELSE  DEAR  ALMIGHTY, BRING BACK  TO  ME ..

MY  DEAREST  —  MY  ACTUAL  BEST  FRIEND OF ALL.. !!.

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Memoirs of a lost love…

FROM THE DIARY OF A DECEASED..

She had a shining future waiting for her at the doorstep..

But she still felt shallow, coz he never realized her significance..

A life distorted..

Since, she just couldn’t sort it..

What mattered the most to her, was nowhere to be found in his priority list..

A few moments before she was taking her last breath..

She told him how much she loved him..

Still wondering! Only if he knew that he had snatched away all her reasons for living..

There was no pain and no grief to be seen on their faces..

But, just a numbness in senses that pervaded all their phases..

He claimed to be too bored, listening to her for over the years,

that he couldn’t resist shouting on top of his lungs..

She was too dumbstruck to figure out what went so fucking wrong on her part..

The last thing he did was to throw her out of his life, like a mere piece of trash..

Little did he knew the deeper implications of his self-centered acts..

The next best thing he unmistakably invited for himself,

Was a lifetime of regrets waiting for him ahead..

So many broken dreams were lying there on the floor, a million of shattered hopes, that still echoed..

The only thing she longed for, all this while was to get a time machine..

So that she could go back and edit the phase when she lost him..

But alas, she was no Cinderella or snow-white to witness a miracle in her life..

She was just a common girl, who, on her departure, had learnt the bitter truth of real life..

That unlike a fairytale, not all stories have a happy ending and love alone doesn’t suffice, when it comes to real life merry-making.

She could only thank him for showing her the world for real..

For letting her overcome her fears..

And for breaking all her myths that had been long protecting her…

Who would have ever thought that, they, who were once considered an epitome of everlasting togetherness,

would one day end up stabbing each others back and cursing one another to the worst form of death..!!