Being an Indian and a kattar hindu, I've spent most of my life listening to fascinating sagas of gods and goddesses. And how this universe is made by God and we are his little creatures and how God controls and guides us. We are dwelling in Kalyug and we have good and evil both in us, but we have shifted our minds and hearts to negativity and wrongdoings. We don't have nobility of soul and integrity because we think the world wouldn't do the same to us, but exactly the opposite. And while some are still there, whose goodness and benevolence weighs more than wickedness and unkindness in themselves, the world teaches them not to be. And at the end, we all become bad, because that's how the world made us.
I get it , you get it I run off to , where you can find me where I can find you where no one can mind mE and yOu you can never forget , nór cAn I dO. where wiLL I Fall to. . if I don't have anything to hOld to . yOu run in to mE I run in to you .. I fit in Ur shoe Nd so dO you . bUt because of you . I can never know how to fall for yOu .. as I already am in You..
A steaming cup of coffee in my hand
As I melt into my recliner
Wondering who I am yet again
My eyes wandering into the horizon
Doesn't it bother you
I think to myself as always
At the end of the day
Whom am I trying to impress and
whom am I fighting to prevail?
Is it absolutely necessary
For me to go through these mundane trials
And at the end what becomes of me
And my humbles efforts giving out a glimpse
A glimpse of me belonging...
These thoughts, they consume me
Layers upon layers worse that an onion
Tranquility being a luxury these days
The fear of being left out a problem
I see that my cup is now empty
And I slowly get up to face life (yet again)
I look back; my recliner mocks me
'Perhaps some other time as always...'
One more cross mark on the calender, Two more playlists of pulsating music added, Three more trips down the memory lane, Four more bitter syrups of regret gulped down Five more lists of supposed resolutions made and tossed away, Six more genuine smiles of silken hope, Seven more pieces of dark chocolate as an incentive, Eight more clawings on the yellow smiley ball to reduce anxiety, Nine more stolen gazes of curiosity at the sun that rose and fell, Ten more words of gratitude to the day I survived again.
Shades of emotions, colours washed out; Invisible sides of your are hidden for reasons. Hey! Under your loose mask you are burnt out; Although mask is an essential comodity nowadays!
The party is organized, the known is unknown And the unknown is known in many cases. The Organizer Himself hide above the horizon; Random people enter with colourful faces and dresses.
All enjoy the dance with their choosen partners; The one night will turn into thousand memories and flaws. The eyes with questions try to peep into the souls Amidst the symphony of happiness,suspensions,sorrows.
Everyone is a talented participant but with mask, Food, drinks and formalities are just to accomplish a purpose. Only a few true couples win each other's trust; Others ask themselves— Will there be a chance?
The loneliness lies silently, nobody reveals Layers under layers make a face's inside ruin. The cloud of feelings pull above certain intentions. Alas! Still all are hidden behind the masks' celebration.
Inside there the handcuffs of insecurities Playing chase in a reliable manner in the darkness We just put on the masks and make busy ourselves To avoid this madness of sadness which stays unexpressed.