And They Say......

I see myself reaching for the highest branch
On that hundred year old tree,
And perching myself up there
To look at the world beneath
But they say, "Irrational are such dreams."

I see that wave hitting the huge rock
And falling back.
It keeps coming back, trying again
That perhaps someday it'll make it to the shore
But they say, "Hopeless are such hopes."

I see the nightingale sailing
Through the wide azure,
Singing a song that could
Bring the dead alive.
But they say, "Improper is such music."

I search for a life in his eyes
Even as I yearn for it to end.
Time files by, stealing with it
For what i crave.
But they say, "Worthless is such a life."
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Consequences of a very depressing day.... :P

You and Me

As you appear in my lonely aftenoons.....I smile.
As you walk with me through the crowd.....I cry.
As you try to touch that kite soaring high.....I dream.
As you hide in some corner in the dark....I fear.
As you revolt against everything that exists.....I rejoice.
As you start the movement.....I flee.
As you calm down in a while.....I pacify.
As you rest beside me.....I love.
As I think....You appear.

Do you realize?

Its just another day...you wake up in the morning..not ready to leave the bed..you look outside the window..its raining.."Good,I can doze off for another five minutes"..you turn on your sides and go back to sleep... there's a smile on your face.

Some forty minutes later you jump up on your bed..."Damn, I'm so late!"...you raise a hue and cry making people all over the house run after you...giving you this...fetching you that...getting your bathwater ready...ironing your dress..polishing your shoes...and when again you are shovelling down a bit of a toast down your mouth,pacing up and down the dining space with the coffee mug in one hand and brandishing the fork like a sword in the other,you glance out of the window..its still raining...you smile again..while emptying the coffee mug.

You are out on the road..standing under the shed of a half-opened shop...waiting for that always-late-bus to come...gazing intently at this bird on the electric wire when you see these two girls,sharing one umbrella...giggling away like crazy...while their salwars get wet as they step into the puddle quite knowingly...suddenly the bus arrives...you board the bus and take a last look at the girls...and as the conductor shows you your seat...you smile.

The bus travels through the city...you look out of the window...rain drops dripping down the window pane...office goers with a black coloured bag under their arm and frown on their face...forbidding- looking aunties with their buns,sarees held up in one hand and an umbrella in the other...school- going kids splashing happily on the puddles in the footpath...a Boudi in the balcony,trying to save the already- wet clothes as the rain decides to descend one more time with new vigour...the taxis on the road getting drenched as if the Creator has created this yellow coloured creature for this only...the families on the footpath,with a blue-coloured tarpaulin for roof and no expression on their face...a little child standing at the zebra crossing,holding his Grandfather's hand...gaping at something, with his mouth wide open, on the road..a croaking frog may be...a few moving cars here and there..a boy and a girl under an umbrella reminding you of Raj Kapoor and Nargis...some trees with rain washed leaves and suddenly the conductor starts shouting...and you realize he is shouting at you to get down...

Do you realize.... that you've been smiling all this while?

Things meant to be broken...

"I don't like milk Dadu...I promise I'll have anything other than that."

"That wretched teacher,she deliberately failed me..but next time..You just see Baba.Promise!"

"Ma,please let me go.Its our match today...please! Please please please please PLEASE!I promise I'll be back by sunset."

"Come on Chhordabhai,let me have a look at your cell...I promise I'll be careful."

"Promise Gopal,I'll wash my hands before eating."

"I swear Memo,I practice maths everyday."

"Leave aside smoking like Tatun,Oindree..I won't even touch a cigarette.Promise!"

"Promise Tatun,I'll never tell Oindree that you smoke."

"Bubla...hang up now..I promise I'll call you back."

"I'll never get angry with you Puchi...Promise."

"You just get well soon Guruji..I swear I'll not give up dancing."

"Promise :)"

"I'm there..always...Promise."

Gratitude

Nobody ever realized your worth.Nobody ever realized how important you are,how your presence lights up our lives and gives us all the memories that we treasure through out.Your happy face,your broken sobs,your insane laughter and then your uncontrolled tears---all of this has so much significance in our daily chores,but still we ignore your evident contributions.We don't give you the deserved recognition.

And today, I apologise for that.I am sorry,really very sorry.

I want to thank you,my friend and pay back all your dues.

Thank you Bad Times! Thank you so much!

Thank you for being there all the time,in my winter afternoons and autumn nights,sometimes taking the backseat and sometimes coming out into the limelight,making me realize all the time that how badly I crave for a happy life,how badly I want to put everything right,not to wrong anyone or get wronged,to put a smile on my loved one's face,to be good,To Live and not just survive in whatever little time I get in your absence.Thank you Bad Times for making me who I am.

Neverland

Come away with me,
Away to a distant land,
Where the heavens are for the mortal
And the immortal are the deceased.


A land where the moon gleams just for you,
And smiles with you when you are at the top of the world.
Where the wind speaks to you in soft whispers,
And lets you know that you shall never be alone.
Where the fragrance of fresh dew on the grass
Reminds you of a certain someone,
And the caress of the morning breeze feels like his fingers.
A land, where logic is illogical, reasons unreasonable,
And imagination is such, that every man seems human.
Where music is not bound by words and a mere rhythm,
And imperfection is perfect to perfection.
Where love isn’t captivated by the laws of age and religion,
And hatred is an unknown word.


Come away with me,
Away to a distant land,
Where the heavens are for the mortal
And the immortal are the deceased.

Use,Misuse and Abuse

What if there are no words?

No words at all.

Even the words that I'm writing vanish and however hard I may try to write,nothing appears on the page. Few scratches here and there,few meaningless figures and ultimately nothing.Even the thoughts in your mind don't form words.They are just thoughts.Haphazard,random,dispersed pictures,sounds,grunts,moans but no words.You try crying out for help but no words come out.You yell,shout but no word...not a single syllable.

Scary, right?

So the moral of the story is--Words are very important.Words are too important for words.

But we Use,throw, fling them most carelessly and don't even bother to check what effect it ultimately had.

Actually,why should we?

They are easy available in different variations in every language.Abundant,redundant and finally Misused.Democracy gives us the freedom of thought,speech and perhaps may be Abuse of words.

That is why a teenager does not think before saying,"Mind your own business!",to an apprehensive parent,"You live on my money"---a husband to his homemaker-wife,"You are fired"---a Boss to his employee whose children are waiting at home,"Wish I never had you"---a mother to her son when his report card comes out and similarly "I love you"---a boy to a girl,he has seen for the first goddamn time.


Again may be I should be thankful that words are seriously this cheap,or else think,how would have I written all this?