Lost in time

Sweet and soft was the knock on door
He paid no heed coz he felt so sour,
Life had played its crazy game
For with every single name
He could only relate to the pain he gained.

His heart twitched and bleed,
For happiness from his life he thought had fled,
The knock just got a little faint,
For he was immersed in the dreams he wanted to paint.

Career, money, house and car,
He thought his dreams were not so far,
The door was knocked again,
But he was busy in his own state of zen.

As he sat there and approached his dream,
The silence around him screeched a scream,
The knock was gone
And something felt wrong.

The money didnt bring happiness,
The planned life didn't bring freshness,
If only the door knocked again.
He waited and waited but the moment was gone.

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She knocked and knocked and knocked so hard,
To rescue him from his misery and bring down his guard,
For she knew her true love lay there,
A knight in shiny armor fair,
If only he could see thought she,
That love awaits him, his true love free,
She knocked and knocked and knocked some more,
Then shed her tears at the shore till she could no more,
She moved on with a guilty heart
For she knew this was the final depart.
She hugged him in her heart so pure,
For she was so sure,
One day the tides will change,
By then it will be too late for words to be exchanged
She hugged him one last time
For there are no more words to rhyme
Another love story buried in time.
Which could not bear fruit in this lifetime.

Bittersweet moments

With bittersweet feelings, you promise to keep in touch. With a heavy heart and teary eyes, you hug each other good-bye. Take mental pictures. You count the number of times you did this before. Airport visits. Returning back to an empty house. To a nostalgic mood. You anticipate how life will be different now. You lose another friend to time and distance. Something inside you dies. You try to take as many pictures as possible. To capture every moment. Every emotion. Every feeling. As time passes by, the promises of keeping in touch are lost. And all that remains are memories. Including this moment. It seems like a huge leap right now. But eventually we all end up fine. Much more than just fine. As time passes by, life moves on. You get used to things. Change is a part of life. Change is good.

Dance and the world will dance with you.

This one is a painting made for me by my roommate Sayali. (Its currently one of my most prized possessions :)) This is the first time someone has ever made a painting for me. Apart from the fact that the painting is just plain AWESOME and that the timing of her giving me this painting is so perfect; feels good that my roommate makes a really happy, energetic and vibrant painting for me :) :)

Needless to say after seeing this that Sayali is an awesome painter. Here are some of her other paintings.

To P...

He says something in the most minimalistic number of words..
He metaphors..
But somehow I understand deeply what he means to say.
I don't know what connection I have with him, maybe its just that I am traveling on a road that he has already been on several times
I really dont know what it is; but I do know that I get him.
He might not teach me how to be a successful businessperson but he most certainly makes me a much better person
He never fails to deliver the right message at a time when I need to read it the most.
So this one is for you Paulo.. For all the times you taught me to believe in myself, to believe in dreams, to keep listening to my heart, to go deep within, to understand psychology, to accept people and most importantly for teaching me to accept myself.

“You are someone who is different, but who wants to be the same as everyone else. And that in my view is a serious illness.” -Veronika from Veronika decides to die

Break free

Break free..
From all bondages,
From all fears,
From all insecurities,
From self doubt,
From the regrets of the past,
From the worries of the future,
From the guilt,
From the unhappiness,
From the dissatisfaction.
Lets break free.. It has tied us up too much.
Its all within us to make it or to make it.
Just break free and let go.
That is the only way out.

Dairy snapshot part 2 of infinite

I haven't blogged since quite sometime now. In fact to be frank I almost forgot that I even had a blog. So thought of writing something random today out of the blue. Life is weird. Just when we think something is going to go a particular way, life has its way of showing us that its not as simple. Its not as predictable. Life will trouble us and make us go through things and then when we are just about to give up, lose hope, it will smile at us and hug us with arms wide open. And then starts a bright new chapter. Isn't this what happens most of the times? Be it going abroad, getting a job, getting into a relationship.

Just a couple of months back, I thought that I had grown up, I had become matured and suddenly sometime back I realized how very childish I still am. I realized how what I saw was just the tip of a huge iceberg. There is so much to life and there is so much to every single thing we do in life. Somehow even though visibly nothing has changed around me, suddenly everything has changed so much. People getting jobs, people getting married. The very people with whom you grew up, suddenly talking like adults. Its funny how changes in their lives change you as a person. Just realized how life is so very different from what I had imagined it to be. Times change and you need to keep changing with them or you are way behind your time. So me, just catching up. This simple post, a small jig-saw piece of all the thought in my mind right now. Does not make sense right now but completing the picture piece by piece to someday see the whole picture as much clearly as possible. For there is and there always will much more to what is seen, heard or thought.

Clarity

He was standing there. Looking at his reflection in the mirror. And it was clear. It was very very clear. He could see that the problem was not with others. His perception about things was the very root of his problems. All the problems he had. With life. With everything around. All the relationships that went sour because the girls were not good enough. The unhappiness, the loneliness. It was all in the mind. All the cribbing, the getting hurt, the feeling bad, the disappointments. Were all his own. The world was a actually a wonderful place. It was his mind that was a dark room. The one in which he had locked himself. Although very transiently, the door of this dark room had been opened right now. At this moment, all the fuzziness seemed to disappear. He will not remember any of these thoughts tomorrow morning but ironically, today when he is so high on alcohol, for the first time things were so clear.