What matters

I came to you

and u came to me

and I saw the truth

as you too came to see

I saw the world

from your point of view

and you saw it too

from my point of view

And then it did'nt matter

whether the two views werent always the same

cos' I realized that there's no right one anyways

and that life is not a game

Or maybe it is

a never ending one

you win some , lose some' but

with us it doesnt matter

who lost ...or who won

Cos' We'll celebrate together

the victory of the winner

and sob eating icecream

for the loss of the other

And what matters is I realized

that I dont have to play alone

and that I can live with a view

not necessarily my own :) 

Easy

Its so easy to get lost

In the different shades of Green,
Some standing there,
Silent, Brooding,
as if they don't care anymore...

Some clinging onto fences,
Spilling, Spreading,
as if trying to reclaim what's not theirs' anymore..


Its so easy to get lost...


Its so easy to get lost,

In the different stares around,
Some incredulous,
Moving, Restless,
as if they just remembered something,


Some steely,
Hard, Calculating,
as if trying to estimate the worth of something


Its so easy to get lost

A students' prayer

oh dear Lord,

Let me not be scared
of  original thought,
for fear of it being wrong
for fear of it not being original
for fear of being considered crazy,

As I will always,
Cherish the thought i conceived
and fight for its existence.

For me to have that chance,
Please, let me not be scared


Let me not be scared,
of taking risks,
for fear of it crushing me
for fear of regrets
for fear of losing control

As I shall always,
be aware,

For me to have no what ifs
Please, Let me not be scared


Let me not be scared,
of taking challenges,
for fear of being overturned
by obstacles
for fear of not having enough strength


As I may or may not succeed always,
and yet I shall conquer some


For me to break those shackles,
Please, Let me not be scared

scared

I am Scared

Scared,

of being dependant,

on none but you

of being crazy,

when not with you

Scared,

of losing this feeling,

in some time

of this going away,

in some time

Scared,

of consequences,

and of hurting you

of consequences on me ,

of hurting you

Scared,

of being involved,

and discovering,

that its not what i wanted

of being involved,

and discovering,

that its not what you wanted.

I am Scared

A seed

Had a ground,

trees everywhere, but no shade

Leaves everywhere, but no fruit

Nourished the ground sometimes

ignored it too

felt this disappointment

as if there's nothing I could do

But always, a glimmer of hope was there

Flowers sprouted, and smiled at me

but a blizzard came, 

and the happy flowers died suddenly

the flowers came again, 

so did the blizzard,

Leaving the ground ,

icy cold and dead

Then came a gardener,

with assurance of fruits

and flowers too

but some how that seemed

too good to be true

As in life,

things that seem too good

don't turn out like that

The gardener was a monster

who wanted to cut all trees

and make the ground flat

Getting rid of the gardener 

came at a price

the ground perimeters needed to be sealed

with wires sharp enough to slice

Saw a seed now

trying to break its way into the ground

should I throw it away?

or leave where it was found

Am I ready to

raise my hopes again,

and watch them die

or should I be more careful,

the gardener was dealt with,

but next time i might not be so lucky

But does that mean,

I would never give life a chance

to sprout and flower and fruit

or should I surrender 

and maybe lose all trees in pursuit

Its a decision,

I am not yet ready to take

I ll keep the seed 

where there are no trees in its wake

Maybe flowers will come

and i'll see them fruit just fine

Maybe there'll be shade 

with the leaves this time

Random introspection

Asked a question to my mind,
What would the world look like
from outside my body
What would I look like
from outside my body

Would the world be cruel, and selfish
and uncaring and biased
in all ways when they look at me?
Or would they be caring and gentle
and see me as I am?


Would I see my friends snigering,
laughing at me behind my back?,
or would they remember me,
and laugh with me together?


Mind replied
I am but a part of you,
and cant tell you what
anything looks like when You're not you

But Within me I have
a list of people who judge
every moment, every step u take

a list of people who respect
the way you behave


I can tell you about people
who pretend to be your friends,
but dont know you at all

and about people
who know you well and
are ready to answer your call


How the world seems to others
is beyond me
But from within you I can tell
its full of endless possibilities

Thinking how the world or you seem
to the rest of the world
is an exercise in futility
Doing what you care about,
is something you should do
even if it takes all eternity

new year 2012

aaj akhri raat hai 2011 ki
aur aj dekha jab maine chand


aasma me sunder wo
aadha hi tha aaj

shayad ishara hai ye bhi
aane wale us kal ka.
jo kal aaj ho jaega
aur is aaj ka
jo kal yunhi kho jaega


aaj hai sunder par
isme kuch adhoora hai
aane wale kal me jise
milkar karna pura hai!

jo sach na ho saka khwab aaj
koshish phir kal karenge
ek naya din, ek naya saal
milker sang chalenge............

seen through my eyes

just a new beginning......

or another end?

seeing all the swarms of wishes

i don't know what to feel

people laughing, hugging, handshaking,

n m just confused what's fake and what's real!

but whatever it is....

i feel gud,

that there are so many people out there,

to wish me a 'happy new year',

it is a gud start at least......seen through my eyes!

pending work, and time gone by

regrets for not getting things done,

regrets for pushing things over,

so much they've mound into a ton

and yet those are memories,

i dont' wanna change

cos' i had fun, and

i know i can still manage

looking back at mistakes of the past year, 

i realize they were mistakes worth done...........seen through my eyes!

the world's the same they say,

for everyone and for me,

and yet it seems different............seen through my eyes!

footsteps.............in the sand

walking on the beach.......
on a lazy holiday evening,
witnessing the gorgeous sunset,
so beautiful, and so soothing.


i saw, 'footsteps',
deeply embedded marks,
left in the sand,
at places where i'd been
'footsteps',
yet so easily ,
getting washed away,
as if they were never in the scene.






'footsteps',
small, uneven, but fearless,
of a little child,
always curious and keen.
questioning anything and everything
even if nothing does it mean




'footsteps' 
of a quick and witty,
finding the best in the world,
charming young teen.
learning, questioning and observing,
everything as it seems, would be,
or ever had been.






'footsteps'
of a beautiful young lady,
an achiever, a seeker,
yet some1,
who wants stability, 
love and warmth,
and yet have a bit of fun.




'footsteps'
of a mother,
always looking out,
for her child,
protecting them from,
all dangers, yet letting them 
think with an original mind.


'footsteps'
of an old woman,
tired, but enchanting,
carrying knowledge and wisdom,.
and experience of the world,
that's intimidating.




'footsteps',
of varying kind,
various people,
but yet similar,
all being temporary, 
all being tranquil,
etched in the sand of time,
forming every time yet again,
to be washed away........
yet again




i saw 'footsteps' in the sand.












p.s.The story of a woman in my interpretation

colors of my life................

colors-so vibrant, so true
so varied...be it red or blue
colors all around me,
colors so bright and lovely



The orangish hue....
of the morning sky
so soothingly beautiful
a treat for the eye.

The color of the morning......
makes one remind
of beautiful moments
which are left behind


The little pink flowers,
that grow by my house
pouting out their innocent li'l heads
as from the ground they rouse.

Their innocence reminding one,
of the tiny tots
who always play together
without any second thoughts


The red and yellow
of the building of my school
standing tall and proper,
being the most important tools.....


in shaping the lives....
of many like me
and being the store house..
of knowledge and masti!

The blues, blacks and yellows
of the books all around
that unfold so many stories
without even a single thought.

They don't differentiate,
between people who they tell
stories told so truly
all told so well


And the most beautiful,
the colorful rainbow
filling up the sky
with its joyous glow



The rainbow reminds me
of whom i love the most,
my country..........my India
India, which i love the most

India, with its people,
so diverse yet so one
for which blessing,
I thank God a million ton!


The colors of the rainbow,
which blend together
to form the most pure
the white of the soft feather


All these colors,
together shape my life as it is
and for my life to be complete,
none of these i can ever miss.

love you some1!

I love you................or not






I don't say ...."i love you"


but tell me why
does my heart flutter
on seeing you....
as if it belongs, not to me....
but to you?




i dont say......."i love you"
but tell me why...
do my eyes , the moment they see you,
become transfixed,
as if their only purpose, 
is to take in every single detail,
every feature of you?




i dont say......"i love you"


but tell me why,
the moment my ears,
hear your magical voice
they lose the power to hear anything else
as if they are meant
to take in the sound of you?




i dont say........"i love you"


but tell me why
my lips, quiver and shake,
at the mere mention of your name,
as if its a spell,
which if uttered,
would break the charm of you?




i dont say ........"i love you"




but tell me why,
do i have all these thoughts,
about you,
and why do i feel petrified,
even on the thought
of mentioning them to you,
why....... does my mind,
and every other part of my body,
respond even to your name,
and why , do i feel,
what i've never felt for any1 else,
but just you?






tell me this.......
and i wont say......."i love you"


i dont say "i love you!"  :)

i wont let my amma read this!

i wont let her read this......cos then she'll have another reason to show off 'her daughter'......that gets irritating after some time na


they might not be the most beautiful
but whenever i look at them
i feel the love in them
when i get in trouble.....
i see reassurance in them
when i m naughty
i see the chiding in them
when i am crying
i see small tears in them
and when i make mistakes
i get the stern glances from them
my moms eyes...
the most beautiful ones for me!




they might not be the strongest
but they've cradled me to sleep
when i was small
they've held me firmly,
whenever i had a fall
they've wiped my tears
when i cried
they've given me strength
when i got terrified.
they've slapped me
at some times,
but they've clapped for me
at other times!


my mom's hands......the strongest ones for me!


they might not have the sweetest voice 


but they've sung lullabies
that made me sleep peacefully
they've taught me my first words
most patiently
they've shouted at me
and made me feel bad
but they've made me laugh
when i felt sad
even now they're
the reason for my smile
cos' i can smile completely only when
i see them smile


my mom's lips
having the sweetest voice for me




she might not be the best at everything
but i can say without doubt
that she's the best for me!






p.s. i dont really have any other choice, do i! :P

a misty morning!

ever witnessed ......have u?


one fine morning when u went
out of your house in daily routine
and u walk out in a world filled with fog
the beauty of which is amazingly serene

fog is present everywhere
whether u look back or look forth
and u just stand there
as if held there by a mystical force


suddenly u remember
the work u had to do
and u get onto your bicycle
preparing yourself to go



but even if u move physically
your mind is captured by the fog
and u cant see anything except it
be it a twig .......or a log.

its only when u come
really close to something
that ur able to make out the shape
the size, or identity of the thing


but thats the magic of it all
u cant see ahead and u cant see back
all of it blocked by the fog
as if ur vision u all of a sudden lack


the vision is only confined
to a small area beside u
but u know that the existance
of places ahead is equally true

i sometimes think that my life
is just like a misty morn
has been like this i think
from the very day i was born.

i know there are
many ways yet to explore
i may not recognize or see them yet
but i know i'll score.

this misty morning feel
is with me always
but it gets all the more stronger
on such misty days!

sometimes..............

sometimes u have got to turn low

sometimes u have got to take a blow

sometimes u've got to realize

that u have to lose to win a real prize

the prize of a loved one's pride

that doesnt wash away wid time n tide

sometime's u've got to become the slower kind

so that those u love dont leave far behind

sometimes u have to forgive

so that another can relive

life in a peaceful way

sometimes its best to just pray

sometimes u have to reward

other in ur own regard

e1 if u dont wanna do it

u still have to do it

sometimes love needs reminding

some precious moments rewinding

sometimes just feeling is not enough

sometimes a greeting is not just a nod or a cough

sometimes u need to praise

a person who's mind is in a maze

to make him come out of it

without ur helping a single bit

sometimes just a little word does miracles

sometimes a word can make u break all shackles

and give happiness to some1 u love

and luck w/o a four leaved clove

sometimes just making sure

that u'll be thr no matter what

becomes the much needed cure

for a confused mind, a nervous heart

so just follow ur what ur heart says

and never hesitate to put forward ur case

remember that no time is improper to tell

that u love them, and u wish them well

'cos everyone needs u......

dont get away

cos everyone needs u...........

once u have power,

let it sublime,

never misuse it...,

never get way,

cos' responsibility needs u!

dont get away

cos everyone needs u...........

when u have a family,

feel it's love

never leave it,

never get away,

cos' ur family needs u

dont get away

cos everyone needs u...........

once u have success,

enjoy it,

never boast

never behave proud,

cos' happines needs u!

dont get away

cos everyone needs u...........

once u have money,

spend it

save it

never misuse it

never get away

cos' the poor need u!

dont get away

cos everyone needs u...........

once u have everything,

use it

thank god for it

never deny, never get away

cos' gr8ness needs u!!!!!!!!!

a bundle of flowers

a bundle of flowers, i saw........
In the hands of a young man
probably for some1 dear
or gifted to him
by some1 who was very near


he had a smile on his face
but it made me cry
the feeling of helpness over me
that i can't do anything
no matter how hard i try...


those beautiful flowers
torn away from the plant
i tried to ignore it
but i know i can't


a bundle of flowers,i saw........


then to my disbelief
i heard the flowers speak
the voice was loud n clear
not small or weak

"I know u r sad
because my condition
don't be dearie
this isn't enough reason

Its tue that i was
from my parent plant torn
but equally true is that in few days
would i naturally old n worn

if my giving or selling
brings a smile to a face
then i dont consider it torture
i consider it God's grace"


and it turned silent
& the boy looked at me enquiringly
his eyes asking why was i
looking at him so weirdly


i dismissed him wid a nod
& began walking away
thinking if really asked
what could i say


All this also made me think
how we always think all about us
& those flowers, for a smile
got torn without a fuss


A bundle of flowers , i saw.....

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miracles everyday

in this world today

everybody yearns for a miracle

wenever facing anything difficult

anything we're unable to tackle

yet we fail to realize

the multitude of miracles around us

those which are small

about whom there isnt much fuss

#In times of global recession

people are still bending towards charity

if this isnt a miracle 

wat else a miracle can be?

#an abandoned sheep lamb is fed by a tigress

who posesses for him an affection as motherly

if this isnt a miracle 

wat else a miracle can be?

#a mother has many children

yet she loves all of them equally

if this isnt a miracle 

wat else a miracle can be?

#a person gives knowledge to others

yet his knowledge increase ever so deeply

if this isnt a miracle 

wat else a miracle can be?

#everyday the sun sets

but only to rise and shine ever more brightly

if this isnt a miracle 

wat else a miracle can be?

#bomb blasts happen in places

yet peoples' life follows its pace normally

if this isnt a miracle 

wat else a miracle can be?

what we fail to realize

in the race we live in is that

Miracles neednt be big

Miracles neednt be rare

Miracles happen everyday

they happen to those who care

when i am lonely

when i am lonely,

i think................

about things long forgotten

about things yet to happen

about things i regret

and about the things i didn't get

about yesterday's lost match

about tomorrow's new catch

when i am lonely,

i think................

when i am lonely,

i sing................

songs that touch my heart

and masterpieces of their art

songs that are soft and sad

or songs which make me go mad

songs of happiness, songs of sorrow

songs of yesterday, today and tomorrow

when i am lonely,

i sing................

when i am lonely,

i dance................

on tunes that are easy to pick

on tunes in which i can kick

on crazy tunes like rock

or sleazy tunes that sometimes shock

on rhythmic tunes that force me in motion

or classical ones to break the notion

when i am lonely , i dance............

when i am lonely, 

i read...........

articles about world peace

articles about aunt and niece

articles about makeup tips

articles about exotic trips

articles about disappearing wildlife

articles about the poor's strife

when i am lonely, i read..........

when i am lonely ,

 i laugh...........

at my own annoying habits

at the playing small rabbits

at the cute naughtiness of my niece

or my uncle's idea of world peace

at the idiotic acts on TV shows

or the ancient one of film heroes

when i am lonely, i laugh..................

when i am lonely,

i cry..............

at my failures of past

at the world's moving too fast

at the thought of leaving my school

or picturising one in outer world as fool

at the memories of someone who's gone

at the roadside children's clothes that are torn

when i am lonely,i cry.......................