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Separated we stand, united we fall,
Love was a song and life was a ball.

I was never perfect, neither were you,
And one day we said, Fuck You!

Why then does it matter now,
You moved on and I lived somehow.

Tell me your fears and I will tell you mine,
Who gives a shit, neither your Dad nor mine.

Calories have burnt when I dint try,
I read your text and my brain cells fry.

Tags were removed and pictures deleted,
Only if the time lost could be repleted.

Ex is now what we call,
Stupid and insane in overhaul.

Into The Wild

Darker the night, brighter the stars!

The path we tread is not always a bed of roses. Sometimes without our knowledge the destination changes. We were supposed to travel to a holiday destination, how did it end up in hell hole. Thats how life is just meant to be.

Roads will always be there. We need to find the right one to walk along. Changes in life are good, no matter how murky and judged you may feel. Changes are there for a reason. Its there because you made some errors, its there because you need to learn. Its there, so that you get a fresh start. We are not complacent out of our comfort zone. But what else would life be, if its not one hell of a roller coaster ride after all.

We often see pictures of happy faces and presume they have the most blessed life on earth. Its only before those pictures, there would  have been atrocious grief. Grief, which no one is supposed to know. No one leads their "perfect life". We need to make things perfect which exists. No one wronged you, because no one is bad person. People react as and how circumstances trigger them. That does not make someone less of a human.
So what if you are at the receiving end at times, there will be another day when you will beholding the gun.

A perfect Sunday is never perfect. A perfect marriage is never perfect. Perfect children are never perfect, so is never this perfect LIFE. But there are Sundays which are just beyond perfect when they were not meant to be. How did THAT happen? It happened because you deserved it. It happens because you will always be bestowed with gifts you did not ask for. Preserve that gift but don't obsess over it, because one day that gift will also not be perfect.

Rhyme worth a dime.

The hair which looked fragile,
Has been fathomed to shine.

The shades of time,
The wrath and grime.
Shrouded well, the crevices and fine lines.

Took on the heat and wheezed still,
Fluttered and seduced, but decayed still.

Salted and peppered,
Straightened and tampered.
Flinched to be touched to be felt withered.

Danced  in revelry and sweated in sultry.
Bounce they said, fatigued it heaved.

Washed to the roots, matched with the boots.
Tied in a knot, acquitted at last.

Set wild to grow and cropped to show.
Got drenched in rain and trickled in vain.

Kept growing till the last breath,
Was it in genes, or was it just the dead cells.

Caressed in love and torn in trial.
It broke a little with every consequence dire.

Whats in the mirror that made you turn.
Which made your day, and to never return.

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Eternal Musings Of a Loquacious Mind

Yes, its up, close and personal now. Lately, my mind talks a lot to me. Most of it does not make sense (talk about the irony), but at times it does. It's like a disjointed entity that shoves it's logic upon me. It gives me signs, warns me, eludes me, makes me laugh and most of the time I shout at it, SHUT THE FUCK UP! Well, it won't, has a mind of it's own you see.

I have always talked about all the fun stuff in my blogs. But what about pain and disappointment. After all a major chunk of this generation faces it more often than their annual appraisals. How many times have you had a FULL day without one negative influence trying to pull your spirit down. Yeah, you grumpy faces, I am talking about you.

Life surprises us in more ways than Sallu Bhai's movies. At times you are in absolute awe of it and other times you wish you had a loaded gun after the movie was over. However, every movie leaves you with a nice jingle. Likewise, is LIFE.

I have had my share of uncalled for rendezvous with life. I have witnessed death, disease, bad job, heartbreak and what not. Things which we always shield ourselves from. No matter how shielded you are, things find a way of encroaching your horizons like an unguarded missile. You wish it was a bad dream. You wish it's all a hoax. You wish it never happened. But wish my friend is not reality. You suffer in pain. Your mind enslaves you with all possible cynicism. No matter how much you try, you are unable to snap out of this loop. But one day the suffering ends and surprises you how you got over it. You feel empowered and you know you have scaled up one notch higher. And you are all guns blazing once you have made truce with your biggest fears.

I recall an instance when a friend of mine was going through a cataclysmic chapter. Her long term relationship came to an abrupt end. She felt cheated, vulnerable, wrecked and junked. Trust me, her anguish lasted for not more than 3 days. When I questioned her about this secret super power, you would be surprised what did the trick. She used to rant about this guy being like a snake. He hardly ever fought with her, never abused, never used violence, but one fine day out of nowhere he decided to call it quits. He was just bored and not into her anymore. For 3 days at a stretch she whined and howled and wished he would come back and things would be fine. He DID NOT. Then one day she started analyzing the situation, what went wrong. She just couldn't sink it in. Then she started picturing him like a snake. A calm quiet snake, which makes no noise, creates no havoc, has innocent eyes and out of nowhere takes its fangs out and bites the one close to him. That person is poisoned and scarred to life, and the snake wriggles out into its hideout. It was like a wake up call. A snake is a snake and can never be a pet. Now, every time she thought of him she imagined a snake instead of his face. His thoughts only makes her laugh now. Magic does exist :)

The problem only exists in our mind. If we have had our share of joy, we have to have our share of sorrow. This cycle is inevitable. The adversities will someday break your back. You might not have the endurance to walk. Start crawling. You might hurt your knees or scrape your elbows, but the idea is to keep moving. One day you will reach your haven and no sooner you will be running at a jet speed, UNSTOPPABLE.

Dear heart, take heart.
Coz' I am not done yet!

The more you break, the more you beat.
The more you beat, the more I am alive.

You do hurt at times. You also shower selfless love.
You shrink in a corner and then you jump with joy.

O' Heart, take heart.
There will be more blood to pump.

If you beat for me, why should something beat me.
You have not been wrong. It was mind that played the games.

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