The Wonderland

Strolling down the memory lane,

Taking in the reflection of sunny smiles,

Shining through a little window pane,

Encouraging me to walk some extra miles.

The path had its share of curves and bends,

Un-folding the chapters of joys and sorrows,

Flocked with images of people once called FRIENDS,

Unveiling a gloomy impression of tomorrows.

With a heavy heart and an unfavourable journey ahead,

Deciding on what is it that made it all this way,

Gathering the pieces of broken threads,

Figuring it out who it is that might make it okay.

On covering some distance on the uneven trail,

With the Rain God showering His mercy on me,

Wondering that there is none who would listen to my tale,

I started sprinting towards the legendary speaking tree.

Thinking that it might help me talk everything out,

And impart me with its yellowed counsels,

I kept rushing ahead when I heard him shout,

"Hey there! Stop!"

Astonished, I continued walking when he began to whistle.

Pirouetting, I looked straight to where he stood,

Trying to recognise who he actually was.

He came closer unveling his face from the black hood,

And all I could do was smile and pause.

He walked ahead smiling his best,

Embraced me in a big warm hug.

Inquired if he could be my guest,

I nodded a Yes with a shoulder shrug.

We continued walking while he threw questions,

Probed to find out the reason for haste.

"Let's not get into that", I made a suggestion,

For I didn't want to sound lonely and waste.

He held my hand and promised not to leave,

And that we were the best of friends,

I was made to believe,

For now, forever, till the end.

I looked up at him with wistful eyes,

While he smiled his reassuring smile.

And then I was hit by another surprise,

When that familiar sound made me agile.

I frantically started looking for my phone,

And realised it was ringing somewhere close.

But when it gave out its final groan,

I woke up with a startle and froze.

"Jeez! it was a dream", I blurted groggily and turned to my noisy neighbour.

8 MISSED CALLS & 4 TEXT MESSAGES, it said.

On clicking the Log I saw it there,

The name was enough to make me break the bed. (^_*)

Arbitrary Attachment

There are times when you fall for a person and you don't know how, when and why it happened. You just understand one simple thing that you just can't get enough of them. And one fine day it suddenly hits you hard and you realize that you can't ever be with them. They have a different world which they live in, where your position is shared by many other people. Because of other people around, you constantly feel that he/she feels nothing close to what you do and that there can never be that special bond you desire for.

Then there are situations when you're alone with them and you're made to believe that you mean something to them.

They will leave no stone unturned to show their affection towards you..and you of course, at the spur of the moment, forget what it is like in real and ecstatically let yourself go.

That is when, while letting yourself go, you drag yourself into situations that otherwise you'd just imagine yourself to be in. But morally, you know...they're incorrect. Also, due to things that happen in those weird situations and your beliefs in them, you never tend to miss another opportunity where you can be with them or just merely see them.

And in no time you're made to realize that your 'special' person and everyone else around start taking you in a way you'd never expect them to. They might as well start calling you 'names' and tag you as a FAKE.

But when one is genuinely in awe of a person, he/she stops paying heed to what people are saying or thinking. It does affect in a way or two but ultimately what remains is bountiful of attachment, concern and care for that special one. And of course you would always want to be in their good books, no matter how you're treated or felt about.

In the end, it's just the connection that keeps you going. 

She's just a Woman

She’s no puppet, no doll.

Neither a game you play,

Nor a flask of alcohol.She’s just a woman,Not some material to maul.

She loves and showers ample care.Goes out of her way to help,And still bears, the pain, the stares.But there’s always a smile,That she manages with flair.

Playing roles of a mother and daughter,a lover, a wife, a sister and a friend.Cares Who!And the world continues to slaughter.

Misunderstood as she is most of the times,She continues to discharge her duties.Still remaining subject to crimes,In a society of beasts relishing on beauties.

Jaanti Hun (First attempt at Hindi Poetry)

Naadaan hun jaanti hun,

Thoda jaldi mein rehti hun, yeh bhi jaanti hun.

Galatiyan bohot karti hun,

Lekin jhat se maafi bhi maang leti hun.

Kabhi be-tuki baton par muskurati bhi hun,

To kabhi itni samajhdaar ho jaati hun ki khud ko sab samjha deti hun.

Kabhi logon ke beech rehkar chup rehna pasand aata hai,

To kabhi itna bolne ko jee chahta hai par sunne waala koi nahi hota.

Kabhi akele baith kar purani yaadon mein kho jana acha lagta hai,

To kabhi unhi yaadon to yaad karke aankhein bhar aati hain.

Kabhi akelepann se pyaar hone lagta hai,

To kabhi ek dost ko gale lagane ko mann karta hai.

Kabhi kitaabon ke panno mein chipe zindagi ke haseen lamho ko padh khush ho leti hun,

To kabhi un lamho ka zindagi mein na hona ek khaalipan sa lagta hai.

Kabhi baarish mein dil khol kar naachne ko mann karta hai,

To kabhi sab kuch chhod ke bhaag jaane ko dil karta hai.

Shayad apne mann ki baatein theek se bayaan nahi kar paati,

Par iska matlab yeh nahi ki main kuch nahi jaanti.

Jaanti hun ki waqt hamesha saath nahi deta,

Par dil phir bhi sapne dekhne se nahi rokta.

Funny little thing called LIFE

After days of monotony and sheer idleness, a sudden realization dawned upon. And when it all started to make sense, I had this urge to pen it down then and there.

There are times and situations when no matter how hard you try, life continues to play its dirty games - times when it puts you through weirdest of scenarios and takes you on an unstoppable roller-coaster... one after the other. The moment when it all seems like a complete WASTE and you just go on and get used it.

Amidst all that agony and frustration, while you’re feeling lost and led down, there comes a point when life throws ‘something’ back at you. That something can be anything or anyone (a person or a thing that you never thought you had). Something which is so bang on, full of positivity and optimism that you fail to put a halt to emotions and feelings that it brings along. The second when you recognize that out of 10 wrongs, you had that one right.

And that one RIGHT happens to be your own efforts in small proportions to make things better for yourself. Yes! In the midst of so much negativity one's mind is floating in, you tend to forget the real YOU. All that remains is the inherent meaninglessness of Life.

After all, it's just one insignificant life wasted in the vast ocean of lives all around (that is what our tendency to believe is). But it is on YOU to let the realization dawn upon, to find that one Right. So take your pick and look for that one thing (or person) in your life which you think can change your world… whatever floats your boat, whatever melts your butter, whatever humps your camel, whatever sizzle your bacon, whatever tickles your pickle...

Colours of Life...

I puff in a corner of a dark room,

Looking outside that huge window,

Thinking to banish the never-ending gloom,

To change from a pitch black to yellow.

The dark grey clouds are drifting overhead,

I eagerly await that final rain,

A lightening of hope strikes instead,

Bringing me out of the everlasting pain.

Extending my hand to feel the pearl drops,

I wish the pelting never stops.

I’m lost in its split-splashing falling sound,

And the smell of muddy-browned wet ground.

The tree of thoughts turns a jade green,

Bringing back the memory of my early teens,

Where worrying was not my cup of tea,

And life was always a bright yellow for me.

Times then and times now,

There’s so much change I see somehow.

From dark purple to its lighter tint,

Feelings of nostalgia on a monotint.

So what if things are not my way,

I’ll make it better come what may!

With this positive hope I look at today,

And put a halt to the thoughts of yesterday.

You & Me

Still hovering between right and wrong,

I’ve been confused all along,

The feelings are still so strong,

But I know I won’t be able to carry on for long.

There will come that one fine day,

When I will have to at last convey,

That I’m going no where away,

And that I’m here to always stay.

I’m looking for a way out,

And deciding on how to go about,

My mind’s on a scout,

And it’s turning me into a lout.

But I’d like you to trust me,

Take it as a genuine plea,

That it’s only going to be you and me,

And that I will always love thee.