Those  eyes looking into the darkness,

Trying to find a reason to pray,

Walking with that careful carelessness…

Looking up to search the stars,

Trying to decipher the night,

Trying to unearth where you are,

As instinct takes over sight…

Wandering into the nothing,

Hoping to find something…

Plunging to find that pearl in the ocean,

Hearing silence with its commotion…

Casting dice into black,

Fortuitous coincidence,

And a lucky seven comes back,

Speck of light in darkness immense…

An odyssey towards the dawn,

Focussed wandering eyes,

Spot an illusion trudging along,

Masked trying to pass by…

Piercing the brilliant fable,

Was an alter ego masked,

An ace up the sleeve not the table,

Truth was all that the eyes asked…

Together walking on the promenade,

Awakened from the stupor,

A spec to a blazing fire unafraid,

Together starting as a tremor…

The eyes starting not to stray,

In earner waiting for morn,

Under the ceiling of stars we lay,

Together a future was drawn…

A different story at every page…

Realize kinship between the sun and the moon,

Else you’re putting your own pall too soon…

Up and down with the see-saw,

Adhere to the cosmos and their laws…

Trying to find an end to an endless loop,

Pressure making you stoop…

Squandering time; trying to hold on,

Open your eyes that moment has long gone…

No need to look back with disdain,

It’s time to alleviate the pain…

For each moment is new,

Moments having solitude are few…

For the pendulum moves too and fro,

Getting past the paradoxes, we grow…

Preening over our glories,

Disregarding reality, its numerous stories…

For every instant is contrasting,

Focus on your goal and keep flying…

Ameliorate the situation,

Important things stay, rest fade to oblivion…

Plant trees on a barren land,

Go out there and achieve something grand…

So redeem your confidence,

And revoke your imagination,

Looking straight with eyes blazing with defiance,

Believe in yourself, leaving all hesitations…

Look within yourself, what do you see?

A stranger lost in a strange land,

Trying to grasp a single strand…

Entwined by your own thoughts,

Lost in the midst of trinkets you sought…

Looking back to the past,

Pages a herald of time containing knowledge vast…

Eyes glimpsing something far away,

Listening to a magical rhythm to which the leaves sway…

You see that red orb set against the blue,

Thoughts as fresh as the morning dew…

Breaking that screaming silence,

Remembering that morning dew and its lingering fragrance…

Like that insect rushing towards the light,

Was it the truth in sight?

A walk towards yourself,

Where that lingering laughter delves…

Seeing the world with your closed eyes,

Jumping with joy your inner self cries…

Realizing that those pebbles were really stepping stones,

Knowing how you have grown…

Crossing yet another milestone,

Know that you are never alone..

As the world suddenly turns again,

Looking back to that memory lane…

You see those elated faces, euphoric moments, ecstatic emotions,

And also the sadness that can fill the oceans…

The tides of highs and lows,

Memories that always grow…

One moment you see that serene sea of sapphire,

And the next? Poseidon’s wrath, and death’s desire…

The ever oscillating pendulum,

History set forth on vellum…

Realise the presence of the inexorable change,

In midst of memories, the present is feigned…

People heal with the shards of time,

Wind blows making that musical chime…

Try too understand change and its monotony,

Sad spirits and their melancholy…

After every night, there comes a day,

Every silver lining, for a cloud grey…

Sadness, is inevitable,

Learn even from the unquotable…

For this is not the end,

Spiral stairs will ascend…

After every winter there is a spring,

You too can fly, just spread your wings…

Tangled by the in-between,
Wishing that I had foreseen…
Heart and brain in strife,
Trying to have a zest for life…

Travelling with the zephyr of time,
Yearning for you to be mine…
A zeal for mystery,
A yard full of history…

A leap from the horizon which exhilarates,
A whiff of the poison which intoxicates…
The inexorable ego,
Through the veil on the silhouette shows…

Those memories that faded,
Somewhere making me jaded…
The irrevocable past,
The irreparable hurt that lasts…

Trying to accept fate with a gracious bow,
Silent tears as my head bends low…
A mockery of creed,
It is my expectations I try to exceed…

Eyes close, chaos ensues,
Fathoming the martyr blues…
I, being my life’s mason,
Laughing at the worldly worlds mock treason…

Leaving behind the conceivable explanation,
Not caring for the delineation…
Realising that the truth’s in disguise,
Under layers of cloaks it hides…

Innocent eyes on a vile being,
Truths cloaks and vices fleeing…
People in vicinity tremble in fright,
Vulnerable to the wrath of truth, in sight…

Weary eyes staring straight ahead,
Being cautious so as to where they tread…
Wavering and hesitating under the weight of decisions,
Blinded by their clear vision…

The time to waver is long gone ,
Standing up against the plan which life’s architect has drawn…
Look beyond what you see,
Beyond the grave is where I’ll be…

As we courteously offend our land,
Paying no heed so as to what she has planned…
One day we’ll fall down the abyss of shadows,
Falling, falling too low…

Finding ways to stars that had long gone,
She still smiled as each of us was born…
Some of us realise our deeds,
Telling others so as to not deny her needs…

Drenched by my guilty conscious,
Diminishing what was once vivacious…
Walking towards the wrong direction,
A time would come when there would be no resurrection…

We digress from what is important,
Either incapable or hesitant…
We all have our inadequacies,
Not realising the magical sound of the humming bees…

The incantations of the clouds,
The voices of the waves when the shout out loud…
The mystic music of the rain,
Watching in disbelief as their originator gets slain…

Cherish the intimate moments with nature,
For a time may come when she’d be an extinct creature…
But nature has her own means,
Provoke her and she can wipe you out clean…

Walking through the bridge of generations,
Ecstatic admiration of her creations…
Effortless as wind blowing through the willow tree,
An occult play you’d witness just close your eyes and see…

Let go of your vanity and pride,
Come with me on a magical ride…
One more time let me close my eyes,
One more time let me hear the birds cry…

Death may seem disastrous, for we have allot to hold onto, but with that we also have allot to let go off. There is an age where nothing matters, when ones materialistic desires fade away. One is ready for the next journey. But those surrounding one may not be ready. For there is a loss that cant be quantified. A loss as immense and vast as the oceans. On the oncoming death we hold on to the ‘last’ few moments desperately, clinging on to them, hoping that somehow somewhere time starts moving backwards or if nothing else moves slowly. Even though we do know that ‘time waits for no one’ we still hope against hope.

We try and spend every living minute with our loved ones trying to make up for the moments lost. But what we don’t realise is why did we loose those precious moments in the first place? Why dint we value the relationship before as much as we do today? Why did we take our loved ones for granted earlier? When such questions are thrown at us we squirm in our seats, trying to avoid each others eyes. But we trying to reassure ourselves in this time of crisis that we did not do such a thing in the past. A resolve comes up, that we would not do such a thing again, but maybe again would never come. Maybe all you have are those moments left, so yes, make the most of it, its all you can do.

As quoting Shakespeare “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players” I try and figure out my role in life. I try and see my life from a different perspective. I try to live in the moment, I try to look past the mishaps and sorrows that wish to scream. I try and be responsible for my actions. For we only have a singe ticket through this journey called life and the duration of this journey is not in our hands.

We often use the phrase “coming to terms with reality”, to me, this phrase holds no meaning, we cannot come to terms with it. We can only try and accept that life has allot more in store for us. A sackful incidents that have the capability to cause further upheaval in our already confused lives. Causing us to shift from one extreme to another. During the catastrophes we are traumatised eve n sometimes deluded as reality shows us another colour. A colour which is unrecognisable to us. This sudden development overwhelms us. We realise our insignificance in this vast world. We realise that even though we were insignificant, we need our loved ones in our life. And after all the turmoil there is that endless pool of calmness. Where that one ripple goes on to the infinite. .

Jumping, laughing, and playing in the park.

Making paper planes and challenging each other about whose will go farthest.

It was mostly you, I agree.

Those birthday parties, those silly games, those times we sat together and read our favorite kiddy storybook.

Those times when you stood by my side unknowingly as we had never learn t not standing by each other.

You were my unknown support.

The pillar who aided me even when I did not require that aid.

My solitude, my sanctuary. My safe haven.

Never did we talk about anything worthwhile.

For us it was always “ohh lets play”.

And things just changed, I was in love with you even before I knew the meaning of love.

I had heard about love; never believed.

I never believed that it exists, I still am skeptical.

I always thought that things happen, people fall apart and then you forget.

But this sudden new feeling was overpowering.

I got scared of this feeling.

It was much stronger than a normal crush.

I tried to run from it.

I tried to hide.

When asked I just lied.

As I tried to run from this feeling I ended up running away from myself, from you.

Things came in between and we just drifted apart.

And never had I thought that I would be in love with you, if this is love, so be it.

People came, people went.

So did you, eventually tired of my running away.

I felt a loss. But alongside this loss there was a relief.

The relief caused by thoughts claiming that now at last, Mehul you’d be able to get away from this feeling.

But the feeling remained, alongside your thoughts.

Thoughts which would pop every other night.

Nights that went without sleep.

And then years later I read about love somewhere and only your face came into my mind.

I thought that maybe this is what love is.

I thought that I would finally voice my feelings now that I understood them myself.

And then I saw, you were someone else’s.

I thought maybe it was too late.

But maybe you never felt the same way.

I don’t know and somewhere I do want to know.

To know if you ever felt the same way.

To know if we ever had a chance.

A chance which is now long gone.

You were important and you still are.

I hope that you would be important tomorrow too…

I just needed to accept so that I could let go…

PS: This is not me telling the world that I am in love or if I ever was.

These are just some thoughts that just came and went.

As mentioned earlier, I do not believe in the concept of love for I have not experienced it.

But somewhere for the person above, I have a soft corner. A sense of comfort and deep sincerity.

A person for whom I care allot, it can be anybody.

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