A new beginning

Baffled by absolute wonder
My thoughts run asunder
From a sapling so tender
I suffer from a blunder

I am aware of the premonition
Life so mixed with facts and fiction
I hold on to the lost
A vision blurred by frost

Worn out by efforts persistent
For possibilities largely distant
I walk along the road infinite
With destination out of sight

I delve in moments of the past
With memories that shall forever last
It wasn't that bad, I know
As smoothly it could ever flow

For all in this world is transient
For the cowards and the valiant
I resolve to sail through
As steps on the morning dew

Who says that life terminates
It's from loss that it germinates
For what a caterpillar calls an end
Is what a butterfly takes as a friend!

Stillness and Serenity

Who knows what future has in store

And who would like to know

It’s all that’s now which we can adore

When stuck in an inferno

Everything happens for a reason

Destined with precision

Don’t try to a fatalist

No point being a defeatist

When all the doors are shut

And you are in a rut

That you can find a way

And scrap off your dismay

Perseverance and patience can do

To bid your pain adieu

Embrace things as they emerge

To satiate your urge

It takes a thought to falter

But a will to alter

It endows you nectar

To drive you out of the Sepulcher

Sometimes it’s plausible to sit back

Delve in stillness of the black

It’s not that you’ll lose

For then, you’ll find the better you.

I am a Book

For all those inquisitive in knowing why i write, it's just when my brain is tormented by a deluge of thoughts, that I hold a pen and paper and start transforming these thoughts to words. I have always had this penchant for books, and I can safely say that I've spent the maximum time of my life engrossed in them, like many others. They are something who has actually served that platitude, "books are our best friends". I know I'm naive to write about how great they are, but I can only thank them for what they've always meant to me and hope that they do it till my last breath. They've made up a large part of me, and so I thought to write about them someday. But this time unlike always, I write from the perspective of a book.

And here it goes,

For some, I'm a tightly bound collection of pages, for some I'm an object of reverence, for some I'm the number of topics you have to mug up days before exams, for some I'm their solace, their object of adulation, an object to love. I'm the brainchild of the diligence of some individual(s) who invested his precious time, and valuable energy in me. I was a well thought over, highly researched fruit, which is now cherished by a bunch of people, who get hold of me, all with a different set of feelings. I'm seen on their bookshelves, their machines, their beds, their hands, sitting placid, but brimming with ideas and concepts the author endowed me with. I made one promise to serve them for life, I live unto it. No matter how old I go, my pages go worn out and pale, I still occupy museums and certainly the hearts of many.

Yes, I serve the didactic purpose spreading the pearls of bountiful knowledge. I am their companion, or so called burden in their exams. But more than that, I'm a clearly expressed experience of someone, who wanted to make it available to others so that they benefit from me. I'm a journey, which makes you flow in the realm of thoughts. But the journey isn't a smooth ride. I make them smile, make them cry, frustrate them, fascinate them, and captivate their thoughts for a lifetime. I have taught those facts, sentiments and everything abstruse this world has to offer.

Pen marks and tear drops are an unwarranted part of me, but as I say "anything for you Sir!" I am an object of discussion or critique for many. But I occupy the shelves of all sacrosanct places, held with utter respect by one and all. I'm part of libraries being objects of choice. It's not that I am bereft of competition. There are many others like me who wait to lure the readers. However, i am helpless; I stare at them and can just hope that their hands hold my pages. It's not that I'm being self-centered, but yeah "Selfishness is a virtue" 

All I can say is that I was once made (what a great day it must have been), and I'm here to stay!

An earnest longing

I sit in melancholy
Every life is a parody
All in life is a compunction
Life with all its commotion


It all begins with a fascination
unless we dive into saturation
All turns out be obligations
life with all its manifestations


We are preoccupied with responsibility
all we lack is alacrity
All is dull and bereaved
with a long list if what we achieved


We thing and muse to get bemused
with a list if facts all abstruse
Everything is empty and jejune
No time to dive in sun and moon


All we have time for are altercations
always ready for castigation
It feels so hard to vindicate
No path for thoughts to emanate


A list of wishes to satiate
Paucity of time to commiserate
All seems so ambiguous
leaving us so lugubrious


I wish I could bring back the time
When happiness didn't cost us a dime
When a warm  hug could wipe your tears
Your best buddies being teddy bears


When dreams had no limitation
Life lacked its sophistication
When all was easy to comprehend
When everyone was your friend


I wish the time flies back
and fill the life with all its cracks
Where melancholy is the thing of the past
And a smile that could forever last.

The Man in the Mirror

It happens many a times when you are you are filled yet longing for ideas, when you are quiet yet longing for peace, when you are silent yet turbulent, when you aware yet ignorant. It's the time when you are struggling with the contrasting facets of yourself. It's when your heart and brain run asunder. It's when you learn what the heart conceals what thoughts reveal and what you would like to appeal. And all this when you have been through an ordeal. It's when you want this deluge to abate, that you ruminate. When you are at your least, that you agnise what you had, how valuable it was but more than the sense of decline, deprivation and diminution it's the provides a sense of direction for where to retrace, how to efface and what to embrace.

It's when you fall behind others, fall through your ambitions that you fall for consolation, there is an angel who can en-kindle, exalt and enliven you. This fellow knows all about you, has assured to accompany you for life. He can give to the tenacity to sustain and cast off your fears. He can hold your hand when in trouble, and is never busy to help you. He is the noble, the altruist, the magnanimous. He can fill all voids, diminish all desolation. He has persistently been with you, adamant when you try to avoid, obstinate when you try to overlook, willful when you wink at it and resolute when you reject it. He is an ally in every battle, a buddy in every jubilation, a well wisher in every endeavor, your counselor and your advocate.
For all those who want to meet this angel, that's all I have got to say

"When you feel that hope is gone
Look inside you and be strong
You'll finally see the truth
that the angel lies in you
So when you are heavyhearted
all your hopes have departed
When all you long is cheer
he's the man you see in the mirror"

The Cursory Connection

It's a world of ephemeral relationships. It's a virtual world, where your reputation, your competence is commensurate to the intensity of likes on your facebook account, the length of your friend list, the mobile phone you possess and your popularity among peers.

Social Networking is a chiaroscuro of the good and the bad. It charms everyone in the beginning. The level of addiction is such that no day passes when you don't login. The people in your vicinity lose their importance. You have time to chat for hours in the virtual but not the real world. A few years ago, we used to meet people, spend time with them but not in front of our screens. It might have annealed the world the together, but it has created a dearth, a vacuum which no chat engine can fill, a vacuum that is palpable as time progresses. Wishing people on phone has been replaced by wishing them on their walls. You have time to enter the walls of your friends, your family, but no time to enter the four walls of their homes.

The meaning of the six letter word 'friend' has changed. Half the people in your so called 'friend' list are just your acquaintances, most of them you haven't even met. You click photographs, not to treasure them in your memories but to flaunt them among your peers. People in your life crave to see you giggle, but your walls are lucky enough to see your smile, your gusto. One develops transient relationships in this virtual world. These walls are fortunate to know 'What's on your mind?'. They share your happiness, your pains, your sorrows, every small occurrence in your life.

I am not against facebooking.There was a time it fascinated me. But the irony is that it has distanced but not connected me. But the fascination was evanescent as well. I would rather smile and giggle with people and spend time with them, and don't make the nagging excuse of  'I am busy'. I still long for those days when connecting with people didn't allude to online chats, didn't allude to facebook, didn't allude to social networking.
It's not that you'll miss something if you aren't a part of this rat race. Rather, you'll not be a rat.           

Friendship- Not a 'big' thing but a million little things

Friends are your greatest possession and I am blessed to have one. This blog post is earmarked to one such friend

Dear Sanju,

When I sit in retrospection reminiscing about my school days, there is a deluge of memories whenever I think about you. Many a times my eyes fill with tears and yet I beam and smile. That's how the beauty of our friendship is. Never knew how time ran and those five years seemed very sparse a time. Seemingly so different, we turned out to be the best of companions. Yeah, not only did we share the same desk, but we shared our moods interests, emotions, dreams and aspirations. I still remember the day before Diwali vacations when I filled with gloom because the teacher made us sit apart. Those endless discussions about Pokemon, Animax, the fanaticism to collect those Pokemon goodies, Harry Potter (not to forget Malfoy), and our very 'cynic' opinions about others were enough to keep us chattering and blabbering on phones for hours. We started knowing each other way too well, with the connection being termed 'telepathy' by DB (our very own nickname, who can forget your talent of giving these!) I can recall myself saying," Yaar, yeh kyon ladte hain? Hamari toh kabhi ladai nahi hui".  Years passed and I thoroughly relished every bit of it.

With my life's biggest achievement, came a big shock as well. You left school and we both started a different journey. I was surrounded by friends, yet strangers. Many a times when I sat alone, I hoped that you'll come to sit with me. We lost all contacts for two years, but those memories kept on swaying time and again. I had resolved to renew contact and I still remember writing my heart out in a mail hoping that you'll read it once. I made it to an engineering college and that very day I got your call. The course of our lives had changed but still we talked as if it was just yesterday that we last met. That day, I was proud of myself, I was proud of you and yes, I was proud of the relation we shared. Then began the quest of our meeting. After 4 long years, our roads converged and we finally met. Nothing had changed and then I got sure that it never will.

Those endless talks are now via the keyboard (I thank fb). The physical distance might have increased, but the emotional void has vanished. When people in my college talk about Harry Potter, I enter a flashback. (Nothing about Harry Potter has changed, but it has stopped amusing me now, without you). 

My eyes still long for your company, my ears for those grins,giggles and gossips. And my heart wants a time machine. For now, I just want to say

"Though miles may lie between us,

we are never far apart

For friendship doesn't count miles

It's measured by the heart"