Emotions don't have words. Wishes don't have scripts.

A new day always begins with a new hope. All set to forget the despondent days and make ourselves radiant enough. Some have plans for every day and some just take in what comes their way.

So, does life always go in a planned way ? What is everyday like ? What emotions we encounter ?
Are some wishes fulfilled ?

You make certain realisations from the daily happenings. I too made a few.

Expectations from our loved ones are always on a high. The way we treat them, we expect them to  be the same. Though being mature all the time, we forget people are not identical. Everyone has their own character trait. We need to accept them the way they are as your love for them takes the prior seat rather than your expectations. You love them They love you. That's all that matters.

Happiness is all stored in small packets. You know as its said, " Chota packet, bada dhamaka", holds so true. You could never wonder and just a small happening would widen your smile and glow your eyes. Your brother expressing his feelings for you that how much he loves you. Making you realise that you are an indispensable part of his life. Reliving the old moments you cherished. Experiencing the same old days again with your best friend that you were missing. I never had thought that just a mere thirty minutes gossip with her before going to bed would get me goose bumps. But it did, probably because it happened after a long time. I love them both.

Changes are never constant. Wandering around, one day it strikes your mind that you are changing. You find yourself not to be the same. You are not acting the way you used to do. You are not responding to things. You are quite. You accept that you have just become antithetical. But trust me these changes are there for few days. Till the time things don't turn out the way you want, these changes stay and once you get used to it or probably if fortunate enough, things turn out the same way you expected, these changes bid you good bye.

Sometimes you have to suffer in life, not because you were bad but because you didn't realise where to stop being good.

All these above mentioned things makes you so emotional. You so want to let others know about it. But your emotions don't find words. You so want to make a wish list an mark a tick aside it once fulfilled but you never find a script for your wishes.


 


 

The Fantasy

Sometimes the woods

Sometimes the beach 

I imagine

The hands held together 

Down on the sand 

I see

The rays through the canopy

And that over the sea

Tightens the hands

Hide and seek

And the bare foot walk

Makes me smile

The whispering 

Silents the leaves

And even the tides

The smiles

Dwindle's the chirping

And the shimmering sand

The eyes

Lessens the grace of flora

And the beauty of shells

Words fall less

And the silence speaks

From the woods

To the beach I imagine

The Uncertain Certainty

A group of friends sitting together were asking each other their DREAMS, something like what they want from life. They were four and three of them answered. The answers were quite impressive. The fourth one almost knew everyone's answer. It was her turn now. The three of them turned to her. She tried to divert the topic first, probably she didn't want to answer, probably she didn't know her dream, probably she never thought too much, though she knew that her happiness lies in really small things, day to day happenings : a good gesture from a friend, a healthy laughter, talking to someone after a long time, talking to her brother and on and on.... She always want these small good happenings to occur frequently. If you may call this a dream, then yes its a dream.

But she never mentioned the above disclosed thoughts of her. She said. "My dream is to start thinking for myself." Yeah she hardly thinks for herself. To utter astonishment in the previous days she was upset thinking that she's too selfless, that she doesn't have time for herself and this made her cry every night shedding tears on her pillow. This is really a petty issue, she would wonder sometimes. 

Probably her answer was inconvenient for her friends. They asked her again saying, "That is what we are asking.What do you want for yourself in life?" And again her answer was,"I would like to think for myself."

She wondered in mind, if she never gave time to herself , never thought for herself, how could she know what she wants from her life. Her dreams are probably hung up somewhere clipped or probably she's looking up for some key to open the room for her dreams. 

What could be the certainty in the two probabilities. Its uncertain she thinks.

The Yellow Pages....

Here today sitting idle, I was turning the pages of my poetry notebook. From grade ninth to grade ten I wrote about forty eight poems both in English and Hindi. There were three poems of mine I always liked. Just felt like sharing it . Here it goes.. Sorry no titles as such..

1) Fighting the dark
    Fighting the fear
    Lighting the spark
    With all that care
 
    Closing the eyes
    To see no hate
    That's being wise
    And not by fate

    Sharpening the mind
    To get a sweet fruit
    One of a kind
    Tightened from the roots

    Working very carefully
    To commit no clanger
    Admiring yourself respectfully
    To have no danger

    This is all you to cling
    To rest upon your heart
    To let the eyes blink
    With no unfinished part

2) There's change in the soul
    There's change in the mind
    There's change in the heart
    Of all that kind

    There's change in the character
    There's change in the thoughts
    There's change in the feelings
    Of all that sought

    The villain ruling inside
    burns into ashes
    Some calm thing emerges
    Leading further no clashes

    Thinking day and night
    What is this all about
    Its nothing but forgiveness
    Throwing all bitterness out.

3) The treasure
    The pleasure
    Which no one can measure

    The wheel
    The feel
    Which no one can seal

    The lane
    The sane
    Which is all to gain

    The moon
    The boon
    Which is not till noon

    The time
    The rhyme
    Which when forgotten is a crime

    The door
    The core
    Yes ! Its friendship a lot more.....

Well I don't know where these thoughts came from. Are they good? I liked them then. Do I like them now ?
   

Chamber Of Secrets

Holding on so many things deep inside
I am a chamber of secrets
You'll not be able to seize it out

Though old,yet pure
And
Freshness prevailing
You'll not be able to wonder at all

Take a chance
And
Probably you shall fail
Hey, hold on
There's nothing to haste

For what you know
It isn't even half of me
Let the leaves shed
Its hard, you see

You tried, I appreciate
But dear
I am a chamber of secrets
And I said
You'll not be able to seize it out

An Uncanny Shade...

Recently I read a quote:

Life Is An Echo..

Everything Returns..

The Good And The Bad..

The Lies And The Truth..

So 

Give The Best You Have To The World

And

The Best Will Come Back To You...!

It makes me wonder ; Is Life REALLY An Echo? Well if I have to answer this. It would be a NO. Till date I  have been oblivious about the so called 'Mantra' of life. What I have seen the maximum till now, is the bad happening to good people and good to the bad ones. I have no complains regarding the wonderful life of bad people. But why the former suffer then?

It is often said by the society that we are punished for the sins we committed in our previous birth. From my experience then it can be calculated as; the good, humble people now; were the sinners in their previous birth and vice versa. Wow !! This doesn't make any sense to me.

The best people around me have always been the biggest sufferers. 

Someone please explain the tactics of life. What does it really wants? How it actually Works?

THE DAYS

There were days
When happiness meant chocolates
And
Fairy tales seemed real
Fun meant playing
And
Dreams were clear
Pain meant wounds
And
Toys were dear
We were full of life
With no woes and fear

Now are the days
With dilemma all around
Pressure at its peak
And
No good sounds
Time seems less
And
We all are bound
Smiles vanishing
And
Tensions being crowned
We are full of tiffs
With ups and downs

There will be days
With everything balanced
Faces chirping
And
Happiness gallon-ed
Time to spend
And moments to capture
Concerned hearts
And respect all gathered
Monotony diminished
And
Options on a platter
We will be full of life
With nothing to shatter

A Special Day

Ask me about my most memorable day and it would always be 7.03.1999. The day I had a sibling; a younger brother, the day I became 'Didi'.

I remember, even the clouds celebrated his birth as it drizzled that day! I was so excited that I went with my uncle on a two wheeler to the hospital. There I saw my mother holding the sweet little hands in hers and her face glowing to the best. My mother when recalls, informs me that I never went near by until she called me. Probably I was cherishing the fragrance of the new born. That day my joy knew no bounds. I was at top of the world !!

Its been fourteen years since then, we have shared and lived the best and of course not so good moments together. No doubt we have scratched each others face, have had unpredictable verbal fights, still we are incomplete without each other. "No talking" after a fight ends up in few seconds (the very normal brother sister fights, you know ).

Being the little one, he is so grown up now that he protects me and I feel so safe by his side.

 Right now in a hostel, away from home I miss him and know he miss me too. I love him.

Happy Birthday Bhai !

Stay blessed always.

Love You

A New Begining

I love writing. But as far as I remember, when I created my first blog, few years from now, it was regarding 'The Space Facts', though it remained empty always ! What to do? I was a kid then.

I began writing in grade nine, being inspired by my best friend. She's a marvelous poet. I thank her.

For three years I continued with great passion. It became my daily cup of tea.

Here came grade twelve and the daily monotonous schedule cut me off through my pen, paper and thoughts.

Few days ago i.e on 28.02.2013, I along with three of my best friends created a group blog titled 'Symphonic Seasons' as a birthday present to one of us. Four of us are writers you see!! It was the birthday girl's wish urging us to write happy things and cherish it together. This girl has given me back my pen and paper,though the thoughts always remained stored somewhere. The flow of writing has come back. I thank her too.

One of my friends inspired me to write and the other is helping me to continue with it. I thank them both.

Its a new beginning again and I hope it never ends!!

Happy Blogging