The Gift

I am thankful that I was young

When my eyes first beheld you

Coz that made me see the man

With innocence of being, what

I was

I saw you, liked you, admired

You for very different reasons

Than what would have, if then 

Was now

I did not know what life meant

But knew that it brings in gifts

Some to do away and some to

Cherish

And still some to cherish within

And let them go their ways till

They find time to come back to

You

You have been of such a kind 

I am thankful that I was young

When my eyes first beheld you

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"Love You"

It was said so simply

Just took more than a word

And less than a minute

And they said "love's in air"

In air it was..Yes and also

In every little fragrance

That was mine, chanting the rhymes

Of your love and living upon it.

Love you, you said so

Sans knowing that 

Loved you were,then and always

Making me relive moments eternal.

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Metamorphosis

I have metamorphosed to me
Dont know how.. dont know when
Searching for light everyday at the dawn
It just happened
The things that were haunting my heart

Haunting my mind...Are gone
Gone like the western wind

The past as they say has passed
Taking with it the old individual of me
The one who was so happy
The one who was so blind

...that it cudnt know

The mirage it was following
Where every smile was only faith
The reality was far worse underneath

Ignorant i was, in the realm of illusion
When the dark had consumed my shadow
Even the mirror had conspired

To show a distorted picture
I had only craved for sanity
While the insanity was too secure
And my all hopes had vanished

Beyond every persuasion

Must my subconscious has got this realised
That time has brought this present
I woke up to see the light now
That redefines my shadow
Here i can hear my echo

That no longer reverberates unanswered
Here i look at my image
Yes i have metamorphosed.

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Leaps and Falls

It's always been like this
You have been with me
In acts of rectitude
Or those of transgression
You never left me behind,
Your erring friend...
Nah i cant call me the master
Coz you are no slave
For me you are never
Just an alternative
We had our leaps
And we had our falls
We had our afterclaps
And also had some dulls
But when we defied the times
And did our deed
What i lacked i found then
With you, that speed
Balance and direction
Were close affiliates
Coming out of the union
Of the man and the machine

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On keeping a journal

Its long since i have left writing regularly.But in days when i used to do that, i was quite abstract in my writings.That makes me feel better when i glance back at what i have written. After so many years when the events dont carry significance anymore, the emotions still sound fresh. Somebody once asked me why do you write. Do you write to keep a record of your life? Who will read these once you are gone? Or do you think that somebody will? I felt that it is too improbable a thought. I find no point in writing to record. Something that you are never certain of. Its better to write for oneself.....as a kind of therapy.Writing can be self exploratory. It makes you understand yourself. Providing a kind of satisfaction to the one who is writing...

Coupled

She stood in front of the bar, running her eyes over the couples slow-dancing. And then she saw him...Her heart stopped beating for a fraction of a minute and then a sudden rush of blood in her veins.In her heart she had lived this moment a thousand times and she knew this was inevitable.
Her brain had stopped functioning.She looked on, her eyes devoid of expression, as he darted across towards her...In the next few minutes they were standing infront of a black Scorpio. She could see their own reflection in the window of the vehicle.His face looked calm and composed, in stark contrast, to the force with which he held her hand.His dark brown eyes,clean shaven face neatly combed hair and radiant skin falsifying every doubt that could rise in the heart of a passerby.His white shirt and grey trousers added more calm to his appearance. She on the other hand, looked frail..as if on the verge of fainting.Her brown highlighted hair almost messed up like a bird's nest, her eyes smudged with kohl that she had applied last evening and her quivering nude lips giving an impression that she had reached somewhere beyond which there was no going. She held her crumpled kurti's end with her hand. Frantic thoughts passed through her mind as they drove through the dull streets. Her hands were cold as if someone had drained all the blood out of them. She could feel her absolute inability to face the man, sitting next to her in the driver's seat-her husband....Virat.

...to be continued

For my Sister

Today when i look behind-

I find your impressions 

....scattered everywhere

In days of plenty

To those dipped in adversity...

I find you everywhere

You are one of those

Little bright shining stars

Colouring my life

With your brilliance

Guiding and supporting me

In the wilderness...

...called life

Love you Dei...

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