In Memory...

I haven't met you,
but its an immense pleasure knowing you.
You have touched me like no one ever.
though I have missed you by this life,
you will always remain wid me in some corner of my heart forever.
Fate must have played cruel ,
but you remain eternally binded wid the one you loved forever.
A lot of unmet wishes and sweet memories are on their way,
to meet you where you stay, and wish you happy birthday.
You are fondly remembered on this day
wherever you are, may your soul rest in peace is what we pray...

Here I am,
at a cross road again..

but it feels familiar,
As if i knew this before,
as if I have travelled ..
why is this so obvious?

intution?
dejavu?
faith?
destiny?
plot?
longing?

what is it that brought you to me?
my mirror ,
my life..
where I can read my past and my present
but why do you blur my future?
Future is a myth, they say
To know it is a bliss? nay.

but..I need to know,
coz, here I am at a cross road again..
I have found a company in you,
my shadow you are,
with whom I want to tred..
but on this path,they say
even shadows can leave you on the way.
why do I hear them?
what are they?

fear?
facts?
past?
or voices in my head?

I move with you neglecting them..
ten steps I go,
they bring me bak by eleven..
I look at you helpless
U smile at me and lead me ahead......

So here we go,
unravelling the mysteries,
and repeating the histories..
preparing ourselves for the unknown,
accepting the known..
You have become my strength,My only company,
with you life seems beautiful once more.
Faith or fear ceased to matter therefore..

I Miss You...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

I have become an insomniac again these days. Don't know whats bothering me! Colours in dreams, long forgotten friends... Grandpa, when wil you stop visiting me there? Why do you come again and again and be so nice to me, making me feel even more pathetic? The grasslands, people from different planes nd spaces; why are you after me? And when am I goin to stop giving those exams which I have no clue about and for which I will never ever be ready? Dear Sleep ..Y have you moved away from me? when are you going to embrace me again? I don't want to go through those lanes again. I have travelled enough, and am tired. Show mercy now and accept me. For, only in your acceptance, is my peace.

The Kite Runner

"life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end, kamyab, nah_kam, crisis, catharisis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis."
How true..finished reading "kite runner" by KHALED HUSSEINI. Needless to say touched by the narration. The way the story of a happy go lucky kid turns with time, the impelling situations that make him take the wildest actions, the guilt that haunts, the restlessness that follows..."theres a way to be good again.."
The story of a faithful servant kid, his sacrifices, the way his life turns with time...
The story of a father who is lost between his duty and guilt, the way he finds remorse in doing good..
the life of afghans,the pusthuns,the hazarats...the talibans..
Huhh..the book had been a roller coaster ride. So many lives, so many complexities...For some minutes I really felt glad for being so fortunate not to be in such circumstances.
And indeed life is such a mystery that unfolds so many secrets to us as we move on..they may be good,they may be bad..all we have to do is accept and move on..for, we are mortals to decipher the mysteries of the world.

After a long hiatus...

Things are still the same. But now I realised that I have to live with them.No one is going to come to rescue and I have to accept the things the way they are.Nothing outside me, can I ever change.So I have turned more inwards for help.Life seems more peaceful that way, having nothing to expect. But it still hurts deep down somewhere. Somewhere some voice is still resisting change. Least it knows ,that, it has to die down too. Only in its death, is there a clearing, and only in it, a new possibility of life. Life seems so harsh, but then...Y is everything fair here?!

She is lying there lifeless. People passing her are looking at her . She could see the surprise in their eyes. But that doesn't make any sense to her anymore. She is so disconnected to the nonsensical world around. All she could remember was that it was december. A month which defined the quality of life since five years. It is december again. But she doesn't hold any hope in her eyes. Her world had crumbled before her. Fate had played a cruel joke with her. It stabbed her to death yet again, and this time its so that she could never recover, never ever. Her mobile which once was busy with heavytrafficing of sms and calls, is lifeless too and lay there besides her. She is so numb. sometimes she becomes hysteric and stares at her mobile like mad. she gets up , thinking that she is in some delirium or some wild dream and that she has to get up. She washes her face and yet she doesn't feel awake..She forgot whether she was living a dream like reality or a real like dream..She has lost all the senses to identify that thin line which now has faded forever. She can hear people talking about what happened to her..She doesn't know.She doesn't remember anything. She has lost the connection between past, present and the future. She is just lying there staring into her unbelievable past, puzzled present and unsure future. Days and nights have ceased to be different. Sleep has become an alien entity..She has lost the sense of purpose. she is just lying there. she is ....The mirror is broken. you say that the cracks can be repaired with time. But the image will never be the same, Its distorted forever...