Friday, January 28, 2011

That red tie..

There are some things in life which justify everything.
Difficult days,frustation,anger,everything.

All these things just go poof when you see someone get what they truly deserve.
A smile,a sense of comfort is all that you derive your purpose out of.

This goes out to an alum who did not give up on his dream. He faced probably the most testing times an individual could probably face but then hey,he cracked it,didn't he.

Never been happier.Paras,that tie would always remind us of what all you have achieved and yes,it only gets better from here.


That tie,hanging,dangling,like a noose,
Reminding,hurting,that old shoe.

Hurting and bleeding for far too long,
Abuses,like a lullaby,this pain,a song.

A step ahead,pushed back by miles,
Name forgotten,amidst those dusty files.

Acknowledgement of existence refused,
Voice not hear,lips forcefully glued.

But today I spoke,and how I did speak,
Told them I was tired,but then not weak.

Finally,a smile made a trip,oh so amiable,
One chair to another,then across the table.

Their nods were finally what I extracted,
Shook hands with shaking hands,grabbing before they retracted.


Phew,albatross off my neck,sans the load,light,
As I waltz my way to happiness,to claim this long due right.



Sunday, January 16, 2011

Frozen Bachpan...

Crazy cold in Delhi...and catching a glimpse of families on road struggling through that pinching , bitter winter :(



That ice candy slowly melting away,
He stands watching helpless, tied, unable to sway.

Other kids, rushing towards that bell,
This flavor, no that one, to the ice-cream uncle, they yell.

That wistful look and that sudden guilt swung,
As Maa coughed,a darker crimson than candy,from her lungs.

Candy still melting,but something just froze,deep,very deep,
Wept a little,consoled maa,shooed away his bachpan,forced it to sleep.

Monday, January 10, 2011

That Smile..

There...that is 100th. I so thought I would remain untouched by what is going around me.
And would not write anything that borders on morose even if its not such a sad thing in itself.


Also,I miss out on writing my 100th post on my new Kindle. Well that is partially because it 
has not arrived in my hands. And partially because I am in one of those "I Think" modes...


After a lot of restraint and being unaffected by whatever happens,I succumb.

The nagging doubts,put to sleep,
That lethal injection,inserted,
Picked up pieces of me,from that heap,
Only the once still ticking,though interrupted.

Admists,hurrahs,my sighs,phews,unheard,
Those giggles,guffaws,muting those cries,
Skin irritated,but leaving those tears,untouched,
Long caged,those poor droplets of salt,independent,saying all rise

May be its not the day,to say it all,
Let the day be just smiles today,just today atleast,
For enough of wounds after every fall,
And this time,the smiles will be different,today I rest