'If I cannot forgive myself For all the blunders That I have made Over the years, Then how can I proceed? How can I ever Dream perfection-dreams? Move, I must, forward. Fly, I must, upward. Dive, I must, inward, To be once more What I truly am And shall forever remain.' – Sri Chinmoy
'Tell me where the swans go in the winter I need to know if the mute ones can sing. Tell me why stars fall from the sky I need to know if it is luck they bring. Tell me why feathers land near you I need to know if you've injured your wing. Now, tell me where you end, my angel For I no longer know where I begin.' -Kamand Kojouri
'Remember this. Hold on to this. This is the only perfection there is, the perfection of helping others. This is the only thing we can do that has any lasting meaning. This is why we're here. To make each other feel safe.' - Andre Agassi
'At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom,' -words of Pt JawaharLal Nehru, first prime minister of independent India. (Part of his historic speech-Tryst with Destiny)
You know that feeling when you love someone and they love you too and when you're with them it's all so beautiful. No worries. No care. You become kids together... enjoying every single moment. You complete each other's sentences. Silences are never awkward. It's a dream come true and you wonder how on Earth you got so lucky to find them and have them in your life. But days pass by... things remain fine. A blissful monotony creeps in. You now sense the burdens you both carry... The darkness of your widely different worlds that has been lurking in the shadows all along. And you see how you both have been pushing all the worries aside just to be with each other and enjoy a fairytale moment in this world of painful realities. It becomes evident how both have been striving and struggling to juggle and balance everything in your own lives... in ways, the other has no idea about. And you see that the love you two share, has been a beautiful escape, a beautiful distraction for each. But when it comes to merging these two worlds into one... it's an uphill task. You find yourself weighing the pros and cons. Listening to your heart and mind... the varying opinions... of logic and feelings. And you're already tired... of the struggles of life... and afraid of the risk, that merging these two worlds entails... but you also lack the heart to let them leave... So you just exist... In the shell of a beautiful relationship... and let it whither on it's own... as no one makes any effort, to either save it or let it go.
" These . These are only words. Where's this 'You and me' here , that you often talk of, where's this 'us' that you talk of so much! Okay, can you just do one thing, Try writing your love poem with bare minimum metaphors , maybe then it'll look like one!"
So, TO YOU ,LOVE!
I dip my index finger in ink not in Nile and it comes out as a bristle-less brush not as a river monster's tail , then I try to write a poem on a person who thinks verses are completely useless and on Me , not on a heart shaped soul cracking from within!
If I'll draw US in paper, My mind will add an extra A in its end , Let alone Summer in New York, The smallest corner of my tree house in strom, Will come in my head, Before your thoughts, For, When I sit to write, You simply doesn't come, On papers , I swear, You come with metaphors on your left And a cigar in your right hand, Keeping it just some silenced words, My person, You're hard to sit amongst any of them, Your name too is a poem to me But it looks, ugly to you, when it's alone and free! I love you but I also love all other things, All other faces and stories ,a new day brings My being is a door opened for all type tenants, So , for you , home it must be not! Hence, in the Ice cream corner, I will leave your hand again and ask That little kid when her mom will come! I'll cut your call in 2 secs, If Calls my pain, And will write for you using metaphors!
People often talk about the things they love, With the ones they love, And so, I guess there is something wrong. A bit of me is some breeze and phrases, Which you clearly distaste, A bit of me is a para on self love Which you loudly yell at, A bit of me loves all of you, But not all the time, That bit which you love to call, 'hatred'
So , TO YOU TOO , HEARTBREAK! Today I will break one heart, And will also save one, I don't know which is going to be which So I write... Maybe hate isn't the antonym of love, But it doesn't stay where love exists,
So I dip my finger in Nile, From which comes out a river monster's tail And I try to write a poem On US And add FL before it and a H in its end! And the heart and the soul falls out different, And we are yet to find the shape of love, Different For each of U-S! So here is my last poem or whatever, To you to read or not, With bare minimum, Lies and fake parts!
I will call this a semi-fiction with a pinch of Shit! )