When did this happen…
When was it that the cackling stopped
When did we forget to laugh daily
When did it exactly happen…
That the whole day would pass
Without a hint of smile on our face
When did we stop being happy…
And got so busy with the dailies
That we would hardly think of a good laugh
When did we grow up…
And become adults trapped in monotony
When did we learn to whine regularly
When was it….
When we used to be happy kids
And now, a worn out adult stares back in the mirror
You never fail to surprise me
Everytime, you reveal yourself in myriad hues
Your charm is endless
And your beauty knows no boundaries
I come to you a hundred times
My thoughts wander around you a thousand times
Yet I am never bored of you
And you always have something new
I am an aimless wanderer
And you are a Queen on your throne
I am full of chaos and noise
And you are my ultimate peace!
It’s time to change the point of view
It’s time to see the world as new
It’s time to meet a different you
It’s time to unlearn whatever we knew
It’s time to change our taste of things
It’s time to try some different swings
It’s time to stop procrastination
It’s time to move to a different station
It’s time to explore a different world
It’s time to unhear whatever we heard
It’s time to take a few new lessons
It’s time to make the due confessions
It’s time to be a baby again
It’s time to wash away what’s vain
It’s time to look at what was ignored
It’s time to move to a different shore
It’s time to drop the cherished things
It’s time to hug some novel blings
It’s time to move on without rue
It’s time to change the point of view…
We are sitting on a ticking time bomb
Everyone is rushing
Everything must be completed
Before one reaches a certain age.
One can’t be a kid after twenty
One can’t be a youngster after forty
One can’t work after seventy
And one can’t live after eighty.
You got to do what everyone is doing
Or this society would not accept you
A life is spent living like everyone else
How many ounce of yourself is left?
I don’t want to be just a friend
I would rather be your closest confide
I don’t want to be just a chapter
I would rather be a book
I don’t like to be in a sweet memory
I would rather create awesome experiences
I won’t just happen to be in your life
I would rather be someone awaited
I hate being just a habit
I would rather be a cherished addiction
I would never be a sober mate
I would rather be highly drunkard one
I don’t wish to give a serious time
I would rather give the wildest trip ever
I dislike being your routine
I would rather make every day special
I don’t want be just your beloved
I would rather be your life’s best phase
I would never be just a lover
I would rather be the craziest one
I don’t want to be just a passer-by
When I can be a part of your story
I don’t want to be a someone
I would rather be someone special
Too close to be parted
Or too close to break with a snap
A snap that hit back harder
A snap that left bruises on heart forever
Few words that froze in the mouth
Few tears that never left the eye
A smell for which the nose kept yearning
An emotion that was choked
A wall that never melted again
A determination that ended relation
Few kisses remained due on the lips
Few moments that remained promised
Closeness is not under the same roof
Closeness is always in the heart
Closeness that suffocated everything else
An undesirable closeness to break us apart
Many words are unuttered
Many feelings are unexpressed
Many moods have been ignored
Many things are just silent
Many sleepless nights have passed
Many thoughts have been subdued
Many dreams have been compromised
Many tear drops have escaped the eyes
A space is outside & a space is inside
With muted sobs, the heart cries
Is this your fate, my dear life?
Maturity dawns & many good things die.
Changing priorities, fast running lives
Small responsibilities, lost something
It was too great while we waited
For the weekends to come, to be together
There was something to look forward to
An excitement to behold.
Why are we under the same roof
And yet so many miles apart
We talk lesser than we used to
We are lost in different worlds,
I wish I could go back to those days
And rejuvenate our friendship again.
What if you haven’t told me a few personal things
And I have always had the complain
But at least I would have those talking hours
And that something would have not lost ever
While none of us is at fault
It’s just that the world has changed…
I am a mesmerizing and awe-inspiring beauty
Draped in the clothes of clouds and fog
Sitting atop the vast and deep valleys
Watching hundreds of travellers and tourists coming to me
I am a proud beauty
Who never leave this high garden
Travellers may come and travellers may go
But I go on forever and ever
When travellers come, they flirt with me
And I enjoy this frolicking and ogling
They try to get high on my beauty
And I let them be,
I enjoy their presence here
The way they look at me with their jaw dropped
The way their heart skips numerous beats
Once,they look at my form
I know that the twinkle in their eyes
And the happiness in their heart
Is because of me and only me
Some of them even cry happily
And I touch their soft tears
With my nimble fingers
Sometimes, I also welcome their tears
With a soft pouring drizzle
I reveal my beauty to them
I reveal it in all the colours
At times covered in golden hue
At other times, draped in running clouds
I welcome them with open arms
I let them slip through me
And kiss me wherever they like
Feel me, and my beauty with lulled senses
They cannot see the valley beneath
Nor they can see in front or beside
Yet when my cloudy touch foreplays with them
They are aroused deep
When my scent undulates around their noses
They indeed get high on me
They are tied and they are cold
They are lost to their very soul
Such is my great charm
That gives them eternal pleasure
A memory that they will always cherish
Wherever they go and whomever they meet
No matter, how old or young
The travellers would be
How many beauties they may have bedded
The drink that will touch their lips from my goblet
Would be the best drug they had ever had
Some of them will come back to me
To relive these moments again and again
And every time they will come
I will welcome them in the same way
They will come and they will go
I and beauty will go on forever
Years and ages will pass
And yet the travellers
Who would walk through my curves & edges
Would still get happy high on me
When tourists come to me
They seldom have time to flirt and spend time
They just rush to my length
Try to cover all of me
As if I am a whore for whom
They have paid lavishly
They do cover all of me
But they never get the taste of my beauty
They get bored in a while
And they never come back to be soothed
They try other places and then another
But they never find peace and that drug
That will give them the eternal bliss,
I pity them and I don’t care much for the lot
They will keep hunting like mad hunters
And none can help their soul…
I am the beautiful mountain queen
Who welcomes everyone who comes to me
I create beautiful memories for them
And I go on creating more of it
Nah, I don’t have time to cherish any of it
Yet the travellers cherish all of it
And tourists cherish none of it…
Arrogant, angry young man
This was his sham!!
He stormed into the things
As if he was Mr. Perfectionist!
The feeling was mutual
We did not like each other
He was annoying
And I was snobbish
Then, there came a time
When we broke the ice
And then, we realised
Our opinions were not wise
Behind that sham, there was
A soft hearted man
Who was just keen and curious
And there was nothing else!!
A friendship began like this
And it was good to go
He is a very good man
And I hope, I am not that bad too!!
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