For Once

Walking the streets alone, for once
I dream
A little rain
And I hop over the puddles
Zilch to worry
I sway and spin
I whirl and twirl
To the songs I hear
I stop, eat, I walk again
I walk and walk
Until I reach eternity
Where I could just sit and write
Write till the ink goes dry
I walk back later
Now under the clear sky
I observe the rainbow
I promise myself
To be vibrant like these colours
I reach back
I sleep instantly
I have the best dreamless sleep
For my dream turned real
Though for once
Just once

Her Guy

She is beautiful. She is mature.People consider her a big girl. She is responsible enough. Irrespective of all these qualities she consider herself not so special. Nothing unusual she gets in herself. So here you may say that this girl or lady is considered to be an epitome of maturity, sensibility, responsibility and probably all certain bigness. But she feels she is ordinary and so like a very next door girl, she has some enlisted Must-Be-Qualities for her prince charming(Prince charming may sound cheesy).

There is just not one. A few of them maybe. But there is this one thing she thinks that would mainly strike the chord with her beloved and that is getting out her inner immaturity. She feels the person who could make her let out the so called 'bachpana' in her would be her soul mate. She loves being pampered, though she has never been. So someone who could pamper her holds the number one position.Sometimes she wants to act so crazy and go wild. She dreams for someone who could handle her crazy stupid actions she would like to do out of a sudden. Someone who for once could realize that yeah she may be mature but within she is a child who loves being insane at times and feels like not have this fully fledged big girl image.

So people she is not that big girl and the guy who acknowledges this, is her guy. 

The Web Of Emotions

Getting trapped in their emotions is quite a daily cup of tea for some people. Though the sun gives or probably grants them a fresh start, yet they wait for the moon. Nights become their best friends you may say as they can then unveil their true selves. Through out the day the strong voices in their head wander around and try to dominate them. Moreover their sorrows try to drown them. They so want to run but there is no escape. They feel so helpless. They don't want to be in such a situation but then these thoughts, these emotions hover over them. But what do they choose to do? They choose to stay silent, in hope that this phase would slowly pass. But instead this web of emotions gets complicated. Their wait for them to pass never ends. Their courage dilutes slowly and their fear trounces them to utter extent. Gradually they accept these emotions and sorrows. They embrace them within. Their presence becomes so strong that they turn into addiction. But as mentioned that nights become their best friends, so every night the mask falls off. Underneath the blanket where there is no one watching them they scream silently and shed out the unheard fears, the unheard sorrows and their unheard emotions and then they find themselves breaking down and falling asleep on a pillow which is soaked with their emotions but then again in the morning it is all dried up.  

I Flaunt

Everyone around has something or the other to flaunt upon. What do I flaunt upon? I flaunt upon sharing my birthday with my 'Nanuji', my role model. Some would laugh, some would feel so stupid of me probably in an awe as to what is there to flaunt upon. But from the day I have gained my senses, I have felt so blessed to share my birthday with him. It sometimes seem that among all the grand children, I was favoured to do so. Sometimes I really wonder why and thereby sometimes I so feel that my bond with him is so predestined. We do share a distinctive bond and I love it so. Give me an opportunity to talk about him and you'll see I shall never stop until you would ask me to do so.

He's a man with such an aura that you cannot resist yourself from talking to him. He speaks and you just want to listen.

His concentration powers are out of this world. Whatever he may be doing; reading, watching television or any other little thing, you literally need to shake him up and get him back into the real world.

Though born in pre-independent  era, he has never let generation gap established between his generation and the other. He believes and accepts the fact that water keeps on flowing. I adore him.

His eagerness to learn even at this age is something one should acquire.

He would so easily lessen your encumbrances.  

I have spent my childhood days with him. Those days are still vivid in my mind, every morning and evening going to a walk with him. Learning English and Mathematics. Everything has been captured by my soul.

Words will fall short to describe him. He is the only one. I owe him a lot. God bless him.
 
Where today the present generation only wants to spend and share their time with their peers, I can spend a year after year conversing with him 24*7.

March 25, you are special. On this day, a legend has been born and again I say, I flaunt.

Emotions don't have words. Wishes don't have scripts.

A new day always begins with a new hope. All set to forget the despondent days and make ourselves radiant enough. Some have plans for every day and some just take in what comes their way.

So, does life always go in a planned way ? What is everyday like ? What emotions we encounter ?
Are some wishes fulfilled ?

You make certain realisations from the daily happenings. I too made a few.

Expectations from our loved ones are always on a high. The way we treat them, we expect them to  be the same. Though being mature all the time, we forget people are not identical. Everyone has their own character trait. We need to accept them the way they are as your love for them takes the prior seat rather than your expectations. You love them They love you. That's all that matters.

Happiness is all stored in small packets. You know as its said, " Chota packet, bada dhamaka", holds so true. You could never wonder and just a small happening would widen your smile and glow your eyes. Your brother expressing his feelings for you that how much he loves you. Making you realise that you are an indispensable part of his life. Reliving the old moments you cherished. Experiencing the same old days again with your best friend that you were missing. I never had thought that just a mere thirty minutes gossip with her before going to bed would get me goose bumps. But it did, probably because it happened after a long time. I love them both.

Changes are never constant. Wandering around, one day it strikes your mind that you are changing. You find yourself not to be the same. You are not acting the way you used to do. You are not responding to things. You are quite. You accept that you have just become antithetical. But trust me these changes are there for few days. Till the time things don't turn out the way you want, these changes stay and once you get used to it or probably if fortunate enough, things turn out the same way you expected, these changes bid you good bye.

Sometimes you have to suffer in life, not because you were bad but because you didn't realise where to stop being good.

All these above mentioned things makes you so emotional. You so want to let others know about it. But your emotions don't find words. You so want to make a wish list an mark a tick aside it once fulfilled but you never find a script for your wishes.


 


 

The Fantasy

Sometimes the woods

Sometimes the beach 

I imagine

The hands held together 

Down on the sand 

I see

The rays through the canopy

And that over the sea

Tightens the hands

Hide and seek

And the bare foot walk

Makes me smile

The whispering 

Silents the leaves

And even the tides

The smiles

Dwindle's the chirping

And the shimmering sand

The eyes

Lessens the grace of flora

And the beauty of shells

Words fall less

And the silence speaks

From the woods

To the beach I imagine

The Uncertain Certainty

A group of friends sitting together were asking each other their DREAMS, something like what they want from life. They were four and three of them answered. The answers were quite impressive. The fourth one almost knew everyone's answer. It was her turn now. The three of them turned to her. She tried to divert the topic first, probably she didn't want to answer, probably she didn't know her dream, probably she never thought too much, though she knew that her happiness lies in really small things, day to day happenings : a good gesture from a friend, a healthy laughter, talking to someone after a long time, talking to her brother and on and on.... She always want these small good happenings to occur frequently. If you may call this a dream, then yes its a dream.

But she never mentioned the above disclosed thoughts of her. She said. "My dream is to start thinking for myself." Yeah she hardly thinks for herself. To utter astonishment in the previous days she was upset thinking that she's too selfless, that she doesn't have time for herself and this made her cry every night shedding tears on her pillow. This is really a petty issue, she would wonder sometimes. 

Probably her answer was inconvenient for her friends. They asked her again saying, "That is what we are asking.What do you want for yourself in life?" And again her answer was,"I would like to think for myself."

She wondered in mind, if she never gave time to herself , never thought for herself, how could she know what she wants from her life. Her dreams are probably hung up somewhere clipped or probably she's looking up for some key to open the room for her dreams. 

What could be the certainty in the two probabilities. Its uncertain she thinks.