You & I and the year gone by...

Soft steps for comfort,
A compromise for happiness,
The world’s love in my care,
From an honest heart to thine,
Yet, deeds oft deceive the intent.
The hills complete the plains,
The rivers ever entwined with the ravines,
Life with its many dips,
Of egos and angers,
Ever wedded to our togetherness.
How do I mould my heart?
To make your joys spell mine.
That neither words nor acts could match,
What your presence alone can give,
How alas, shall your worth be made known?
That I spend your minutes lost to pages, ruing,
Only to rebuild those minutes as your happiness,
Learning of your sorrows and joys,
Wherefore I lay to rest there,
Wishing more than the best for you.
As my eyes swell with tears aplenty,
The hidden chasms that break you appear,
The image of your glory fades,
As I collect myself together again,
Content to mirror within me your joy that makes mine.
I wish to ever fix,
The twinkle that unveiled in your eyes,
While the ground stood still under your free feet,
If I could bring it once to you,
Would I even remember to wish again?
My first step kept silent
The bourne of this journey with you,
Now my destiny is ever wrought,
In our togetherness and honesty
Of our affections and love.
Before these distances are conquered,
And our conversations no words need,
How else would I make known,
The emotions that fill me,
And the knowledge of what thyself means to me.

Pass-ed Thought

 Its difficult to fill the space of a perennially empty heart than to occupy an already occupied one.

Change is Evitable.

Some things never change with certain people!

Even if circumstances change

Even if the distances grow longer

Even if the hearts grow fonder

Even if there is a space created by their voidness

Even if you are filling other’s space with your madness

Even if new people enter your life

Even if you change

Even if they change

Or Even if you want things between you and them to change,

End of the day when it is just you and they, You are yourself, they are themselves

A liberty that you can take only with a certain few

Food, Music, some meaningful some not so meaningful conversations and You!

The Line

There is a thin line between like and love
I am afraid its vanishing.
Life was peaceful in its own way
I dont know why I wept holding you.
They say, people come, people go
I say, please dont go.
There might be a day when the line is gone
Only to find you gone with it?

Food for Thought

There are things that you would know and not like about yourself, things that you would discover when you stop going with the crowd and walk alone. There is a sense of insecurity when you start to wonder where you will be in times to come but the fear of what you are now only braces it.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Maybe you aren't alone in this state of confusion...

~?

An-ode

You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

~Khalil Gibran

A Ghostwriter's Note

Everybody has a life of their own, the faster you see daylight the better.
Nobody waits for you nor cares for you, you are just another bus stop in their train journey.
When you think the time is just about right, everything is out of commission.
Your tear glands go dry but your eyes are wet enough to make things vaporous around you.
You listen you forget. You listen to it again, you want to forget and you forget. You listen to it yet again and this time around you are sweating it. Don't.
Learn to postpone emotions, its the best way to avoid any trifling commotion.
Many a time you are at the receiving end of transparent revulsions which you are totally unaware of.
You feel good, you feel bad and you suddenly cease to feel.
There is one thing that is always trying to roll over you; defer the indifference.

The time when all these thoughts strike, its just about tea time for people of a different time zone and people next to you are subjecting themselves to vagaries of just another rainbow....