Wednesday 19 February 2014

Boundless

How often have you loved and loved deeply? How often have you have had the courage to face what you feel? How often have you denied your heart because you have either been scared, uncertain, vague, and selfish? 

It is said nine out of 10 people live in guilt, dishonesty, and selfishness. It is also said 9 out of 10 people try and be nice, compassionate, have faith in humanity, and love limitlessly. We humans are always looking for love. We crave for it when we don’t have it, ridicule it when we have it, and be guilty when we can’t do anything about it.

It has always been said that it becomes a lot easier if the heart and mind are aligned. Ernst Hemmingway had once said, “The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.” It makes me wonder, why do we have the best people making the effort and then dying a silent death! That’s how it works? Now it falls into context what I read somewhere the other day, “You are so brave and quiet, I often forget you are suffering.”

Quite often you put in your heart and soul, quite often you are sure, but then it just hits the wall. But then you have to be the one who should put up a brave front. But then you have to write a new story with a different pen name, cause people around never understood the dust you are made of. Cause people around could just sit and talk about your fears and shortcomings. Cause people around never got to see the you which you hold deep inside.


Now if it has to be an end of a journey. Let’s end this one gloriously and proudly, cause you never left the side of depth, purity, and your heart. The journey could have been worse, you could have written a more poignant prose, but then there is warmth in your existence, there is faith in your survival.


Tuesday 18 February 2014

Of memories and stories…

I thought that I have managed to push you back in the mind, far far away. I thought, stories of us, stories of the summers, stories of the songs, they don’t matter anymore. I thought few people leave your lives for a reason. But with you, I have always been proved wrong. With you, the universe has always conspired to prove me wrong. Just when I think, probably now the leaf is way behind in the book between the two pages, you walk up to me and ask me to wake up.

Just when the birds start singing a different tune, just when the water flowing by in the stream starts looking prettier, you, holding the seashells from the forgotten seaside, swim out with them, asking me to walk back one more time.


Time has not made me wiser. You can say, with the same face, heart, and mind, I have been making and creating newer memories. Few fulfilled wishes, and few more unfulfilled desires. The journey has been enriching. Just when I was thinking, I am ready to write new poems, new lyrics, new anecdotes, to mark a new beginning, you come galloping to either wish me luck or tell me- let’s not pretend any more.