Resonance...

It has been, albeit a long wait, a fabulous February after all. And the departure of the winter for the first time hasn't been too bothering. And while 'march'ing onto the next 31 days, past the month bygone, it was somewhat a kaleidoscope of mixed feelings that somehow brought equal shares of smile and gloom into the eyes. Strangely enough, its one of such moments when you stop expecting more and thank life for the few simple moments you could gather up to cherish as memories all your life. And it has been one of those times when time had been too kind to spare us from the curses it hurl. The cynosure of it all was our departmental trip to Vizag and the outcome of some four-month-long anticipations regarding it has been undoubtedly one of the best times of our life. It has been one of those times when nature comes calling and joy knows no bounds. When you blend so deep with friendship that the two becomes just about inseparable entities. And the boundless joy you get when a friend calls you family and you find a family away from it. Its a memory, that sadly enough, will never come back to our lives. Memories, we don't wish to perturb and let them stay as they were. Loved, dreamt, created, preserved. And cherished and remembered all through life, with bouts of tears in some far future. For it is very rightly said..

We meet to create memories..

We part to preserve them.

P.S.-Thank you friends..Thank you for bringing such wonderful times in my life.

Through a tinted glass...

I know when moonlight casts its spell..
And the streets turn sharply towards the gale..
I know it just when you step home
As my thoughts get lost on a nameless trail..

I'll flow to your deepest depths,
You, the current of my waves..
I'll sway to wherever you lead
To your ebb tides I’ll cede..

Are you the dream, yet to be seen?
Are you the way life should have been?
Are you my hopes, in a cocoon?
Are you that long awaited monsoon?

Are you the wings to set me free?
Are you the horizon beckoning me?
Are you the rest of my story?
Are you the muse of my untold poetry?

Christmas hues...And Us

Its us who fight through the nights and days. And leave the damp blankets and pillows to rot.

Its us who bring about those undue tussles. And cry out an entire night.

Its us who make those innumerable promises. And break them now and then.

Yet its us, again us, to make those same old vows.

Its us who spoil each other's day. And walk off our own ways.

Its us who blame each other for all. And feel guilty for the same.

Its us who make the other one cry. And cry ourselves no less.

Yet its us, again us, who wait for each other, for days on end.

Its us who fret over the distance between us. And strive on killing it through love.

Its us who wait for the rains to arrive. And share the same umbrella despite having two.

Its us who reach out to each other for help. And hold hands at vulnerable crossroads.

Its us who await the winters through the year. And cling close to keep the warmth alive.

Its us who yearn to see the colours of sunset.

And us, who paint the world green during fall.

Its us who celebrate the essence of winter.

And us, who incessantly pray for it all.

Its us who hold breath for another Christmas,

With the bliss with which it last year came..

And its Christmas which brings back all those together

On another celebration in our name.

Its for Us. And for all those shuffled colours and muffled delight we've brought into each other's lives.

P.S.- Merry Christmas to you. And Us.

The nomenclature of memories...

Sometimes you just don't get to call them........give them a name.They turn you off, make you cry.Even manipulate the do's and dont's of your life. But when you set your mind to throw the abstraction out of them and have an encounter face-to-face.........you get into a jiffy.Memories do play such nuisance.

This thought in the first place may seem to be the height of weirdness and absurdity.Precisely coz we rarely get a chance to analyse the activities of that lump of cerebrum inside our egg-heads controlling our actions day and night.Or we don't try to.But don't times come......when you wish to break out of the opacity of past and look forward? When you want to un-live yesterday and live today for tomorrow? When you hate to cry for the one that's over?
They do come...........in every life.Its just that you don't really care to accept that;and stay happy further. And its the nuisances of that same egg-head which makes us afraid to move on.....cry for what's gone.....and expect yesterday to come back!Ridiculous!!

May be the "intelligent" human would ridicule so this truth of life.Its a rare and fortunate chance of a lifetime to come across such an intelligent one.But sorry........we won't ask for a share of his intellect.For we prefer grief over pleasure, and can bargain intelligence for not being mechanical.For we want to stay as the "foolish" human................And breathe.For there's very little space to breathe in this world.


I do agree...................with the "foolish man".
For it has been a year since I left behind some peaceful corner in the outskirts of the city to move towards the most bustling one.I left an unnamed,isolated street leading to a building in white and blue........for another one,much more 'prestigious'.And tried to forget some bunch of promises,memories and laughter.......for a future,hopefully better.

But why,after all these months of college.........a single glimpse of that same building in white and blue brings tears to the eyes?Why a host of unnamed,undefined memories start accumulating,all at a time?Why the mind seeks to go back to the past?

May be the past reverberates within us all the time.........and waits for the opportune moment to come up.For the memories we create with our own hands,refuse to get wiped out so fast.And continues to intersect every point of life.Sometimes they burst open that store-house and get surfaced through the eyes......

And that's the time we feel reluctant to look forward.We stop dreaming about tomorrow and crave for yesterday to come back.And wish to abandon our present and future........................not to un-live,but once again,re-live the past, the one................that's over.