A new way of life

Pouring down from the ocean of a fluid strange
Into me was the colour that sparkled a change
Wearing that the ocean packed in me
And I opened from the mind to see
It was its joy,its sorrow,its pain
And then I closed my eyes again
As bright patches began to talk
The ocean tensed to unlock
Soon I could see its radiance bloom
And myself reaching beyond my room
Beyond the places ever known
Beyond familiar faces it shone
The zenith of soulful atmosphere lit
Crossed beyond oceans,nothing with it
Waves as if in search of a shore
Emerged beyond,that were sparkles before
Merged together to mist the greed
I was everything,everything indeed!
With its eyes,its life-its fluid strange
In me its colour sparkled a change.

Miss Huge Glasses

The metro train left rajiv chowk station.A herd of people had flooded into the compartment.The next couple of moments were spent in great discomfort.Tired of standing and some sick lady blurting out loud on phone I decided to look away through the glass.The sunlight shined on a distant Gurudwara's canopy.It was going to be a brand new day.The metro arrived at a relatively uncrowded station.My gaze dropped down to the floor as I saw two handsome black boots step in.My eyes moved up with a blink and I saw this young woman,taller than me,with big glasses exaggerating her enormous eyes.Her long hair were were neatly tied up and each strand stood like a disciple,loyal to its braid and so must have been the person she was talking to on phone since she muttered orders in a hurry (reminding me of M. from Bond series!).
I had to get out at the next station and she stood beside me ready to surge out while texting someone in a fury.I peeped into her Samsung Grand screen and read a few texts to infer that she was asking her male friend to not let Meera leave the platform before she arrives.
We stepped out together and she rushed to the bench there where a girl lied listlessly and a male friend seemed to be consoling her along with dozens of onlookers.As I approached the spot what sounded like an obscure sound cracking the silence of the platform turned into the cries of this girl.Each moan,each distorted sentence and each tear that her gallant eye lids shedded spoke an endless story of the trials and tribulations of her life that instigated her to think of ending her life by jumping in front of the metro.But thanks to Miss Huge Glasses' correct prediction,her life was saved.She knew Meera would be thinking of it given ger state of mind and asked her friend who lived nearby to rush to the platform and stop her from jumping.She hugged Meera tightly and spoke,"When I am here for you,you dont need to go beyond your precious life to solve your problems."
Meera's painful cries had shaken me to the core so much that I had to take a moment and look away somewhere.I looked at the sunrays reflecting from the trees and recalled what I had learnt from them.Every day is a brand new beginning,a new opportunity to make life better and a new perspective to everything that's going on.Past might have been painful,present might be pathetic rendering you pensive for future but no one has known the world fully.We are all frustrated somewhere of something deep down inside.We've all got some burning grievances and scars of some bitter moments but there is a God who sits above somewhere who has seen it all and already laid out the route to reach us to our aims.Miracles do happen and so would you witness them happen(like Miss Huge Glasses saving her friend on basis of an intution) but only if you decide to never lose hope.Every problem,my friends, has a solution that changes your life but without ending it.Stay happy stay alive... :):)

Unwanted but cherished

In a marshy land it must hv bloomed
The lotus when our stars knocked
With a bond dat no gud heart dreamed
The petals without nourishmnt cropped
Day by day with a pink it coloured
A face with a mysterious glow
A melody we didnt know we played the lotus
Happily swayed vd d autumn's flow
By now its pink the others watched
We smiled n the pearls splashed
'if only twas meant to be'
Before it cud ever b snatched
Splashed n melted but only to crush
But stars keep changing anyway
When the autumn calls the hearts so naive
The lotus vl b born that day

Tears too are used to you

Everyday they peep
In my world
One corner to the other
They wait eagerly for the doors to close
'Cause they don't want to fall down
Not any more
They cant stand the rain now
It doesn't please
A heart that is so still
On the crossroads where u left
On woods we scribbled
On benches that saw
Divine was what bound us
It doesn't leave my pulse
They don't leave my eyes
Tears too are used to you

Love and its side effects

It triggers tears....it surely does when comes in its fierce form....it can make you do what you can never imagine you would have done for anyone.....make you stare at a person no matter how normal his face or temper or activities might look...you can feel the tides rising and falling in your heart when you see the person,feel yourself wanting to talk to him for hours and hours...looking at the phone waiting for that one text message from him...and spending several nights thinking what he liked or didnt like about you or why he said whatever he said in some previous conversations...you want him to turn around and look at you when he is walking away..you listen attentively when someone calls his name...you cherish even a small touch from him be it a small handshake...you want to start and end the day looking at his pictures in your phone...want to zoom in at his lips and eyes....you cant delete his conversation without reading it once....you give special attention to things related to him like the places you met or saw him or his college bag or vehicle he drives...
But yeah when your love doesnt love you back is where the story takes a twist...it triggers tears when comes in its fierce form...when you are forced to accept that all this while you were going crazy for someone who cant be yours....you might have dressed up well but you were just any other fool in love for him....that's the time the cloud of love and affection bursts and all you start looking for is a place where you can just dump those tears off...you become hideous....you run away from reality to the same place which gave you all those dreams and expectations but find the doors closed...you smile at seeing couples but cry from inside because you cant be with him like that....love makes you praise and groom yourself in the beginning but can also end up making you hate yourself....feeling trapped within yourself and not knowing how to live life like you used to...such is the power of love and no matter how much a seemingly practical person may deny but everyone has gone through this phase atleast once....its a potrayal of your own heart..love is how you percieve it in your heart...:):)