The Step

Its hard to take a decision & even harder to execute it. The most tough decisions of ones life are the best decisions you ever made.

‘I have to walk to walk away, I have to take a stand now’, she said. Leaving behind moist eyes she told him,’ I have made a decision finally. I know you’ll hate me but then I can’t do this to us. You’re amazing but we don’t belong together.’ She moved out of it, out of something she has been in forever. Everybody was surprised for this was a thought nobody ever thought, she would walk away was something nobody ever thought of, but then sometimes you have to do the unexpected. Life is too short to live with regrets & compromises and so here the decision was made.

A lot of questions were in his mind but she had no explanation. He knew she’s gone for he saw nothing in her eyes, all that she had left with her was the hope that he’ll forgive her someday.  She stepped out of that door to a  new life, the life that fitted her imagined frames of life. The Step took her to the place where she was meant to be, where she saw the dreams she saw come true.

All it takes is belief & conviction to make a decision, rest just follows!

 

Let it come to you

I couldn’t wait because waiting is difficult when I haven’t seen you for a while,

Waiting is difficult for you have not been around for long.

I sat on the window sill waiting to see you walking towards me,

For that is the hope that the wait will be over soon.

The wait made me impatient,

But then the sight of you will be worth all the patience.

The pricking pain of wait gets rewarded with the sight of the much awaited.

Do not haste, take a slow step,

For sake of forever togetherness, do not haste;

Let it come to you!

Options!

Life poses various options at us every now & then,  and then it becomes very complicated to actually be able to decide what has to be done. From deciding what dress to wear, what college to attend, to what job to take, what friends to make, to listen to what others have to say, to whom to marry, where to save.  Options haunt us everywhere.

Sometime the option that seems the best is the one that you should not have chosen and the one you left for that was the one that could have changed your life for good. This is the funny thing with these options, you really never know which one is good until you actually end up opting for one and missing the other. And yes, how can we forget that every option comes with a li’l price tag. You choose an option and then you miss something. You choose a good college away from home, you miss home; you choose to be committed then you miss flirting; you choose a busy life and you miss those carefree days; you buy a new house and then there you miss your old neighbors and this vicious circle continues  for life.

The best part of having options is that you are always under the thrill and suspense of what will be.  It is like waiting for the climax of the movie. People say they are not adventurous or are very adventurous,  but the actual fact is that all of us are adventurous. We all take chances, the intensity may differ, but we all do. We just come up with our own theories and ways of selecting an option then.

This is what I heard somewhere and now made it my philosophy, ‘it is when the coin is up in the air flipping, you know exactly what you want.’  So embrace life as it come, options just makes it more exciting.

The Voice!

The wind was dry and it was getting dark. I knew it was time for me to leave. I stepped out and found myself walking on the lonely street. I could hear the rustling of the leaves and the wind took along all the lonely leaves. Like a tiny li’l lost pup the leaves kept moving with the wind. The time became slow, and it was getting difficult to kill time alone. I wished for some company, but in my heart I knew that this was my lonely journey. I wanted to reach home soon, the place that was mine,  where I feel secure. I kept walking and home was still out of sight. I felt lost, I wanted to give up, I wanted someone around to tell me that I’ll be fine. I searched for a few comforting words, but then it was just a wish. The world around had disappeared and I knew no way to find my way.

Lonely and disheartened,  I sat on the bench in the park around the corner hoping for a miracle to happen. Hoping to find someone around. Hoping to find the way. I cold feel the cold, dry winds brushing my face. I sat there to see the helpless leaves and the swaying trees. It seemed like everything around is screaming to move to a different place.

I closed my eyes to talk to myself, to be with myself. When I opened my eyes she was sitting next to me. I’ve seen her before but I couldn’t place her in my memories. It was creepy to find someone next to you suddenly when you knew that there was no one around a moment before. I was scared, but the look on her face assured me that she was not there to scare me or harm me. She smiled at me and then looked around. I wanted to run away but I didn’t know where to go. Within few minutes I found myself talking to her. She was the company I have been looking for. She knew me, she knew me well. She stood by me when I was alone, she heard me and advised me. She was not scary any more. She could read my mind, she knew how to convince me. The lonely feeling soon dissolved. She gave me company and walked with me on the streets where I was walking alone a while back. I soon reached the place where I was supposed to be. I could close my eyes and relax then.

Time suddenly picked up pace. I opened my eyes and the heavy head feeling was gone. The darkness had faded out. I could hear people talking around me, the lonely streets were not lonely anymore, but she was not there.  I missed her presence. I missed her talks, she was there to help me get through the grey evening. She brought to my notice the greener side of the fallen leaf. But I knew that whenever I am lost in the lonely space, she’ll come to my rescue. She’ll be there when the leaves become dry again.

P.S. The ‘voice’ was me.  ’She’ was me. It was my meeting with myself.

What’s Your Story?

Onion makes us cry but the same onion adds flavor to the food. Our life too is like an onion, several layers, several stories and little bit of a lot of emotions that make this life a perfect dish. Every layer has a story. A story that we might not realize we are a part of and still unknowingly we play a role. Some stories are typically Bollywood like while some are worth taking note of. A story of love, a
story of hatred, a story of being alone, a story of becoming successful. No matter where you turn your eyes, there is a story everywhere.

“Ma, I am going out for a drive”, I said to which mummy replied, “Beta, but don’t drive fast, wear your seat belt and don’t talk on the phone while driving.” Imagine yourself going on drive one day and mummy isn’t around you to tell you to take care. This is the story selfless love.

The most beautiful stories are the simplest ones. Simple joys make this story complete. We grow up, learn the way of life, and struggle hard to prove ourselves, face the ups and downs of life, get happy, get sad, break down, get up, walk again, start a new life and have a satisfied old age. This is the picture of a perfect life story.

Every day at the bus stand you see a girl, but no guts to talk to her. Next day you reach on time to see her once. Every day you reach the bus stand before time thinking that you will talk to her. Without even realising, you have already become a part of a new story.

When at work, you think of stuff that you wish to do; this is the indication that may be you are in a wrong story. The main plot of the story is like a surprise. In fact the entire story is like an exciting surprise. We don’t know what the next moment would be like and this keeps us interested in reading the next chapter. We all are writers, we all have the access to our stories and we can write it or change it the way we would like it to be or write the next chapter based on the previous inevitable happenings. We can either complicate it or just simplify it. So  ’What’s Your Story’?

The escape!

I take a pen and sit down.
Every time I plan to write a thing, my mind goes wandering to an unknown world,
a place where I let myself forget the real practical things.
A place where I can just be myself without the fear of getting accepted or ridiculed;
the zone that is mine, the place that is created by me, the place that would be my perfect escape,
the place that would be ‘my perfect world’.

I’m not scared, I don’t want to run away,
But I just like that li’l dose of escape sometimes in the way.
A deviated step sometimes give me the much needed mental peace;
I am away from you not because I want to leave you, but because I need some time to be away.
I try to sketch my world of escape & settle there but still I feel lost,
I was lost in my world, I was lost in unknown thoughts when I realized I have been wandering somewhere else.
I realized that I’ve always been in that place of escape, it was the place where you have been with me.
My perfect world & the perfect escape where I forget all the real practical things is the place where you are with me.
I have found my escape & here I want to stay here forever!

Eternal Love!

~ Story of true love!

Love is a feeling, a feeling that tells you that you want to be with each other till you are alive. It is a soothing gesture; it is like the freshness of the dew drop, like the rain on the tired leaves. It is the light that makes the lens of life colorful. But prose and poetry apart, it is important to merge it with a pinch of practicality. It is not just about all the good times in life but about being there for each other during the bad times, during times when everybody around seems to have left.

I always saw love as something more on the surface level and never thought of it in the deeper sense. This just happened recently that my definition and the way I perceived love has changed. Love is not only about the ‘loving feeling’ but about respect for each other, admiring the other person for being what he/she is, it is about the point of view. When this is true, the person you are in love with is the most beautiful person you have ever seen. It is so not about the outward appearance, it is all about what you feel.

Mini was new in town and got to stay as a paying guest with an old couple, the Daves. She was running from city to city in an attempt to get over a seven year old relationship. For her love had lost all meaning. She had become cynical and everything nice around her made her suspicious. Mr. and Mrs. Dave had a son who lived in the US and came once in two or three years to see his parents and this left the couple all by themselves. The old couple had been together for 47 years. The way they lived made Mini think that they were weird, but soon she realized that they were totally in love with each other.

Every morning Mrs. Dave would make tea for both of them and then they would sit in the balcony talking about the flowers and the weather and about everything. By lunch time while Mrs. Dave was preparing lunch, Mr. Dave would get a flower for her and place it in her hair and would sing some old song for her and give her company in the kitchen. Mini heard him once telling his wife, “Serve me the food; I’ll just get your dentures”. Or when Mr. Dave spilled some food on himself while eating, Mrs. Dave would jokingly say, “Oh ho when will you grow up!” and after dinner Mr. Dave would give some melted chocolate to his love (because she couldn’t bite hard chocolate).

One evening after noticing that Mini was lonely, the Dave couple insisted on her joining them for a quick neighborhood walk. She finally agreed and joined them. This is where Mini’s entire mind set changed. The small jokes they cracked at each other, the age old stories of their marriage and kids, or how they laughed when either of them tripped and told each other, “Looks like somebody is getting old.”

The time they spent together, eating, cleaning, and going out for walks changed the meaning of love and life for Mini. The love they had was pure love, where the other person didn’t feel uncomfortable or embarrassed about the flaws of their partner. Instead they stood by each other and led life like they were one. The wrinkles, the saggy skin, the loud coughs, the hunch or anything else for that matter didn’t bother them. The fact was that they were together because they had developed real love, the selfless and magical love where flaws didn’t matter. It was the togetherness that made all the difference.

The wrinkled & wretched bodies may wither away, but true love always, always stays young on the inside. This is what makes them live together, forever!

Please hold on!

You came in my world without a knock,
You settled here without my permission.
I hated how you ruled this place,
I hated how you treated it like it was your own.
I wanted to you disappear and never come back,
I wanted you to go elsewhere.

You annoyed me,
You irritated me,
You made me wish if only you could disappear.
But when you were not there I missed you.
I could feel in my eyes the drops of dew.
Now I want you around,
I don’t want you to go.
You make my world complete,
I don’t want to be left alone again in these walls of concrete.

I know I never told how much I cherish your presence,
I know I never told you how much I need you,
I know you think I don’t want you,
But that is so not true.
Now I want you around every moment,
I want to see you every time.
I don’t know what you call this,
But I think I am in love with you.

Please don’t think that I still hate you,
Please don’t think I want you to go.
Please hold on, please don’t go!

I want to fly!

I got wings, let me fly,
Let me go and touch that sky!
I have wings, let me fly
Let me go, let me fly high.
I’ll come back to see you,
I’ll come back to meet you,
But please don’t stop me,
I want to soar high!
I see that silver lining up in the sky,
I want to touch it, I want to fly high!
Let me go and touch that silver light,
Please do not stop my speeding flight.
Let me spread my wings,
Let me feel the wind;
Let me face the thunder,
Let me go and wander.
Let me face the heat,
Let me fight, let me find my own light.
Let me dance to the music of the wind,
Please don’t stop me, let me spread my wings.
Please let me fly, please let me soar high!

Somethings money can’t buy and for everything else…

The much required, basic joys of life are those that happen without our thinking or wishing about it. There is so much in this world that we wish for and want but the things that make life worth living are the people around us. A word of appreciation, an assuring smile, a comforting hug, a soothing touch, an infectious laugh, the open sky, the fragrance of flowers, the chirping birds, a lovely hand-in-hand walk would make you feel much more alive and happy than sitting in a luxurious palace all alone.
But since we don’t belong to the ancient era, so we need to have the li’l or may be li’l more than li’l resources to get the materialistic comfort. The efforts we make should not overshadow the real meaning of life. I have seen people working day in and day out, and ultimately they are left with almost no time to spend with the people they live for. They become a machine, all they can do is work and earn and do the same till they go crazy!
I strongly believe that somethings money can’t buy but for others like a nice house, good clothes, great lifestyle, you gotta work. Because for everything else there is master card and to make payments through that master card you need to have enough in your bank accounts to be able to afford it!
Make sure you’ve earned enough before you start talking about the uselessness of money