The search is on.........

Who am I but a handful of soil ready to grow desires,
Who am I but the bright blue sky reaching up higher and higher,
Who am I but a wish so strong trying to mould the world,
Who am I but the love that’s gone never to look back or return,
Who am I but the wide blue ocean gripped by the storms of time,
Who am I but selfless devotion, devoted to the power divine,
Who am I but the sand of time with a brand new tale of its own,
Who am I but an innocent wish............... lost in its own discord:)

Every individual is someone, someone who needs to be explored. Through the journey of life we have been given a task to find out who that someone is and what is the motive behind coming in this world. Each one of us has been sent with a motive, a motive that we spend the rest of our lives understanding, confused at what life has in store for us. The answer might be simple but is the toughest to discover, and the waiting……well that seems to be the longest. In this quest of the search for oneself, our desires and the choices made by us play an important role. One wrong choice and we loose the track and one right decision takes us way ahead. Life indeed is demanding and so are we .Its a tug of war between life and the indiviual…..and our desires can be our supporters or our enemies. Each one of us nurtures a desire……a desire to reach out to the unknown.

Dreams are a part and parcel of a our life .When we shut our eyes we don’t plan what’s gonna come next, but dreams tell us a new story, not every day, maybe only when our mind is completely shut off from the world around us, shut off completely and in unison with our soul .There is a big difference between dreams and real life .. a dream has its own well formed goals, while reality waits for the goals to be formed and then broken for convenience sake. I was just wondering, are dreams a signal for something that is about to happen, are dreams setting goals for us, most of us would indeed agree that dreams are our desires, fulfilled or unfulfilled, closed in the treasure box, reveling itself only when the curtains are drawn…curtains, our eyes , windows to explore the real world and the one formed through our dreams . My poem explores one such dream formed behind the closed curtains…….

I dreamt ones of a long road ,a road with a fence of love ,
Where flowers bloomed on both the sides and a wide blue sky above;

The long road that I dreamt of , was but a part of me ,
ready to move on and yet confused , as to where destiny would be.

The road was long, with ups and downs, I stumbled and slipped at places,
the desire to move was so strong, that the wound left with its traces.

I still dream of the long road in harmony with my soul,
There I stand at the centre, ready to take on as before.

But as I dream of the long road I note a change in me,
Looking at the sky above I smile, to the heavens, in glee.

Oh dear sky I always thought ,I would meet you by the end of the road,
I pity myself for being so vague, I think I never dreamt before,
Its someone I met who has shown me the way , the way to be one with you,
you were never too far, but its just that , my ambitions never grew ,

With new found wings I am leaving the road, to be one with the sky,
and I know one day I’ll move further up enhancing the ability to fly.

And then I would touch the roots and will make a connecting path,
well grounded on the road below while touching the beautiful sky above .

This very path would form a way for all the people like me,
who feel lost, on the road of life, while writing their destiny.

A simple zeal to live

No words at all, it’s a complete void. Sometimes our life goes in such a monotonous strain that we wonder if we even exist, are we making things happen or are they happening on their own. It goes on and on, each day passing by the way it wishes to. Where is the will to turn things and mould them as we like them to be.
Sometimes it feels great to just let go, let life take its own decisions, and what is left with us by the end of it is the bliss of living each day as it comes.
Coz life doesn’t need to be struggled with all the time , sometimes its just about contentment and a simple zeal to live:)

The familiar tie

Certain words leave such a lasting effect that we are amazed at their power, the power to mould the lines on our face and bend them into a downward curve. Lines that may just strike that familiar cord , the one we thought was lost with time , and who else can create such magic then the refreshing fragrance of good old friendship, fresh as flowers full of dew, that cast a spell of love with unshaken faith , sealed and strengthened through the tests of time.
“Today I caught myself smiling for no reason, then I realized I was thinking of you. The smile on my face is a reflection of our friendship. So don’t let it fade”, might just sound like a simple message to anyone, but one who receives it early in the morning as a reminder of the ever green, ever lasting tie, it makes a world of difference. True friendship is all about words, sometimes unspoken yet loud enough to leave a resounding effect forever. Friendship is all about time, that passes by, and each time it does, it leaves a lasting fragrance, that sprouts up and smears our memories oft and on. Friendship is all about being there, though not visible all the time, yet in the form of an invisible presence, the force that helps us to move on.Friendship is a feeling, a feeling of being complete, a feeling that gives us the courage to fight against all odds, a feeling that makes us realize that we are special, a feeling that comes from that one person, our friend , our buddy , the giver of a secure future and a happy today.

That crisp old morning

It’s that very morning, familiar yet new, crisp with a sprinkle of the sun and a light mesmerizing touch of the wind. It’s that very morning which I have known since long. Full of warmth and excitement, holding her hand tightly I used to skip a beat, “hurry up amma, nani must be waiting”! Those were the days when my mom used to drop me to our private crutch, my nani’s house. With a tiny tiffin box stuffed with Maggie, which went hard by the time I ate it ,coz I knew there were a lot many mouth watering treats in store for me, kept carefully aside by my nani , least someone would pounce on them. But what was more important was to reach my nanu and sit besides her…doing nothing…absolutely nothing. After some time “I” used to come out to play, being younger by a year and a half , he was my constant companion. The consequences of all our adventures together were shared equally, be it catching the butterflies or making holes in the good old chetak owned by mamu. Nanas ambassador was a treat for both of us, whoever took out the car, we used to be the first ones to occupy the rear seat , counting every house that came on our way. But whatever said or done, my nani was my world, my mother till 1:00 in the afternoon and my friend for life. When the clock struck one, and there was a thud at the door , I used to run across the lawn to receive amma. Making a naughty face it was a duty for my nani to make her favourite comment, “so now that her amma is here, S will forget her nani”, it had become a ritual with me to run back and hug her as soon as I heard the familiar lines ……the lines that I remember till date , the lines that take me back in her memories where I play with my friend , my companion , my mother….my nani. Your warmth can never be forgotten, your love has made me who I am today…..I wish I could bring you back from the heavens , but since I am not the pari you used to talk about in your stories, I can’t do anything about it. But wherever you are …you’ll be a part of me ………. a precious piece of my memories , which’ll forever be intact.

The unspoken

Relationships .What are they all about? What do they mean? Sometimes a stranger in disguise, and sometimes someone known yet never understood. What does time hold for such relationships .I haven’t known M for long. Yet I understand each word that is pronounced. I haven’t understood what it is to be happy yet so much in pain, yet I‘ve known this feeling since long. A used to tell me it’s for you; M says that it’s for her. Pain a story retold by life, there are certain cords through which it can be felt, even if we are not the ones who’re suffering it…it matters because it disturbs those we love.Relationships have a strange nature. You’re not even aware and a cord is struck, then a few words full of warmth, the blessed aura, the peace and the solace .You can’t choose your relationships in life, however aware you might be , you can’t choose words to categorise them , however well versed you are.I know there won’t be a verbal exchange, I’ll fall short of words if there ever is, each word that is exchanged, non verbally, has the power to say everything.Even silence has the power, it always did, I’ve known it for long , have known it from someone who’ll stay in my memories till my dying day.I am silent and yet my eyes go numb. Why is it you, who has to bear the brunt?But remember one thing my dearest soul mate …you’re a part of every prayer I recite each day.

The Breakthrough

Yesterday I saw a movie called Wednesday…….it highlights the plight of the common man and how even if a single person takes a step forward difference can be made.Each one of us struggles through life , sometimes the challenges are big, sometimes they are trivial enough to be left on time ……well that happens most of the time as we tend to mould ourselves according to the situations that arise. But what if all of a sudden we decide to call it quits , what if we decide to close ourselves in a cocoon , shut off from the outer world…but for how long can that happen ….. For how long can a social being stay alive surrounded by nothing but his shadow? That’s where determination creeps in, making inroads into our decision and shaking the very foundation of what we considered to be right .These are the times that we decide to step out and feel the air, be it hot or cold, regulating ourselves according to our surroundings ……….not a herd mentality, but just a struggle to exist , and its one of us who steps a bit further, venturing into the unknown, determined to set things right and bring the ultimate change ……the change that we have foreseen since ages, the change towards a reunion between peace and mankind.

For the one who has gone astray ...

" A son left with a promise to return,
lost in the haze of the world,
he lost his way........
ending up nowhere ,absolutely nowhere"...

The epitome of strength

Woman:an epitome of strength. No one can percieve how strong a woman can be.Be it a daughter, wife , mother or a lone indiviual.In every form she is a determined fighter, a fighter against all odds , a fighter againts every cruel question that life throws onto her point blank, a fighter determined to rectify all that goes wrong, a fighter with a history of struggle and an ever challenging present .I salute the power called woman since it might not show but she nurtures and spreads this very positive and determined attitude wherever she goes, bestowing each one she comes across with her healing touch.
"Don't give up woman coz you have the power, a power much more forceful than anything that leaves a scar, this power is the biggest strength for you and for me, to make our way towards our destiny."

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Life asks too many questions and one is totally left in a fix .Questions like, what will be the future? Who has gone insane we or the world? Are we completely responsible for what goes wrong with us? Can we find something that has been lost forever? Does time repeat itself? ……………………………………….There are so many questions, that if we sit down to answer them , we would land up in a full time job forever…………….a job to know the unknown…………………..the job to solve the most difficult puzzle …. A puzzle called life!

Being a child at heart...

There's a child within each one of us, honest to the core, but sometimes we grow too mature to realize the importance of being truthful:::truthfully innocent. What is honesty all about? Can it only be retained when we are far away from the fangs of adulthood, or can we also hold on to it while we grow up towards what we call a mature and responsible future. I am amazed at the fact, that how whenever there is a case of manipulation in the office , there are series of articles that are released through the internal site, especially the ones on integrity, honesty and many more words that have been giving a sane backbone to an ever changing society. But have we forgotten what it was to be truthful, have we learnt the act of turning a deaf ear to the helpless calls of our conscience. Have we forgotten the first phrase of honesty being the best policy, the very first one that we learnt when we were in kindergarten, the scolding that we got when we lied to our parents about our poor scores. Life teaches many lessons but somehow they seep through, without touching our soul, and the ones we imbibe are moulded as per the situations that arise. May be not always but they do get altered with time. It is the lack of stability that makes us face the negative situations in life ……..a firm belief in the positive, whatever the situation might be, gives one a stable future ….A few forgotten lessons make our life what we would never like it to be….a living façade…. Its time for some revision.

Mis....understanding….

Who creates misunderstandings? Are they created by us or is it that they just occur out of nowhere making our lives miserable. What ever the reason may be they sure do take a toll on our lives. For instance if all of a sudden a friend starts behaving rudely or a person whom we are familiar with turns a blind eye and acts as if we do not exist, it sure hurts . But can we let such misunderstandings disturb us so much that we consider each relationship a mistake. I really don’t think so. But what if we just leave It to that , I think if we just keep the situation hanging loose there will come a day when there will be no one to call our own, since everyone will be too angry to sort things out with the other. Whether one calls it a compromise or might give oneself credit for being the first one to take a step forward, the fact remains it’s always good to clear your doubt. Sometimes the issues are so trivial, that you’re amazed at their ability for having cased trouble. Life is a journey and a long one at that, it is full of uncertainties and while we travel we should make sure that the journey is smooth………..too many bumps makes one feel puckish.

Life

Life forces a lot of questions on you and most of the time you're unable to answer them, even when you do , you're scared of the circumstances. Are their any set rules to tag someone as bad or good...really don't know and even if there were, there are chances that we might have fallen for the wrong person, as sometimes we feel just too blinded by what we percieve as reality....reality that comes wrapped in gold and unfolds itself with time.......

A new beginning

Though a bit gittery, the journey has begun.... journey through the trodden yet unknown path of life. Since life unfolds at its own pace I am yet to discover what it has in store for me. Until then I choose to be blissfully ignorant.