Now and forever a wonderful journey. . .

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a simple step. .Take a peek-a-boo on my journey. . .the soul of which is liberty,to think,to feel and to do as I please....

Monday, May 3, 2010

Your home is in my heart….


There once lived a world
Where wishes never went unheard
Pleas granted…and woes kissed away
The world was called home….
An abode I am never alone

But time plays her tricks
And now I am where all along
I never wanted to belong
Where love never saw her beau
Where hatred never met his foe
The creek of understanding never came my way
Through twists and turns I grope
Hoping to find my way
The hand to hold me away from all my fears
And to wipe away my tears
For the day I’ll never be left to cry alone
All my life…the journey back I crave
For the most magical journey
Is the one that takes me HOME….




So close..Yet so far....

To all those who have found a true friend…..and lost….to all those who have people so close to you...yet so far…




The scraps of paper floating through the air might never ever find you...
I turned to you to guide me through
You taught me how to be a friend...
How can I be a friend in a world where you have turned a bend?
The chance is as much as these scraps of paper finding you…
I am turning away from my window
By the time you come back, the papers will be blown afar…
But you ill be further from my heart
So close….yet so far

These papers were once letters. Scraps of papers calling for secret rendezvous
They carried a wish, a command, the strengthening of a bond
I saved the notes you sent those days
In a vault all in your praise
I followed you like a devoted shadow…
The same you said you couldn’t be without...
But now you do not even turn around
To find the shadow on the ground
You fail to see it is fading away…floating away
Like the scraps of paper through the air
So close…yet so far

Those days the time was ours…
We spoke of things over the hours
It was not love...It was not admiral
But a brink above all that
If I was to be...You were a part of me
I complimented you, you completed me
We had our lives to talk….for without you...There was no me
How have we reached a point...a point where you have no time for me?
Where did the ‘time’ that halted for us go beyond where I can see?
Did you float away…or did I?
Am I floating away our cherished times in those scraps of paper which carried our lines?
Why aren’t you there to pick them up?
Our time is soon going to swallow them up
And you’re so close….yet so far

I can’t stand to see them float away…
I can hear your voice fading away..
Your face being washed away
Oh,you re walking away
Now I am going to turn away
I’ll watch out for you till the day dawns….
A day when you turn around to gaze my way
Then our time will settle our fate
Till that day I turn away
To shut out the day..
When you’re so close….yet so far

Reaching Out To you..


This little poem will always remain closest to my heart... I remember how it took form..it was just another sultry afternoon and I was back in school... Over the constant hum of business studies and accounts, I felt the words creeping into my half lulled brain...I crammed the words into the sides of my already tattered heavily sketched textbook ( and earning a disgusted look from my friend Smruti..)...Those days the words freedom had its meaning synonymous to the end of a double accountancy class... (my ex-boyfriend thought otherwise..to him freedom meant someone not bothering weather he lived or died..aah ones own perception)..I 'm getting carried away... I remember hurtling home and calling up my friend Inku( Thats what everyone knows him as..so Inku it is)... and he promised to put it to tune if I polished it up...This marked the beginning of my addiction to words in rhyme...  And I owe it all to Inku who promised to make it a song before I turned 22 and kept his promise before my 20th....
This is our special piece..Reaching out to you... and  it creates a wave of nostalgia in me every time I think of it... I

I wake up each day hoping you’ll be there...
at the end of the day…. your fo
otsteps die away
I realize with a jolt that it was just another day
You seem so far,so far away…

I hope for a look, a smile, a message through your eyes
but you seem so plunged in your fantasies to realize my cry....
Another year,another tear…another summer another fear.
But there is no another You for me..
When you walk by your eyes devoid of feeling,
You fail to hear my heart beating out to you..
And when you read me,more than I ever write
You fail to hear my heart reaching out to you..

there are  you’ve  given me hope....like flashes of lightning
but then the pelting down of rain falls over.....
Leaving me to cry alone..

Time is ticking on...
waiting for your footsteps
but you are moving away…
every moment. Every day….

I hope that I’m dreaming. The memories and the tears
Hoping you’ll come back one day
………..to wake me up again….
another day..another moment..
another year another tear...
another summer another autumn
time is gallopin away..just as the rift between us  keeps widenin
every day...
every second
every moment
it drifts apart
and only memories linger
…………………… to bridge them back together

This too shall pass




They say that if you love something or someone deeply, set it free. If it comes back it is  yours. if it does not. It never was. Easy to say,yet so difficult to do. There is a period in all our lives, where we have to take the reins of our life and move on.A time where we feel we only have ourselves despite the many people who empathize and sympathize with us. This is the time we get closer to ourselves and truly understand what it is like to be alone and face life as it surges forward on its course.Time is the only thing that moves on and on and often we are left behind, wallowing in self pity, remorse and trying to come to terms with the harsh realities of life.
The bottom line is that everyone will need to journey on this rough passage, through a maze of devastation, shock, loneliness, anger, confusion, fear, and depression. However, there can also be acceptance and new beginnings. These things happen as nothing is forever.
Yes, losing someone is hard we’ve all gone through it, we've all cried and thought it would never end. But life does go on, and it actually gets much better. Knowing something true does not make it what we wish it to be. We see things not as they are but as we are. Though feelings are strange and minds' eyes look through veiled souls, in the end it is not our despair that we should fear but rather it is our tenacity. It sets aflame hope where hope shouldn’t lucid linger, because sometimes pride can scar more than hurt.the first step to moving on is accepting our loss.Its ok to cry. pain is necessary and so are tears. The simple way out of pain is to cry till you’re dry. This is normal part of grief. Don't allow yourself to get caught up with having to do things within a certain time frame. You'll know the right time to empty drawers and closets and deal with personal items like wallets and purses. Wait until you are ready.
However in life,there comes a time when we feel its time we let go. There is no specific time frame for it,it just happens. Self help books often suggest techniques on ‘effective moving on’ but in reality how effective are they? How can a book tell you something that your inner self is unsure of? Sure they help. Imagine you’re broken into a million pieces and browsing through a book store. You come across a bright book telling you a million things to get over the past, you are prone to edge towards it since your heart is craving for something to hold onto, some solace that reassures you that you are going to get better soon. These books aid us in moving on, and not getting over it. The most essential fact is acceptance from deep within, to come to terms with reality.
The best example of moving on can be cited from the life of Mr.Siddharth Jaykumar, a 29 year old who is 80% disabled. Sid is a victim of cerebral palsy and goes about his life using one finger. He eats with it, types with it, does everything a normal human does using one tiny finger. Moreover he works as an executive with ABN AMRO bank and is one of their top employees. Sid has accepted his disability and come to terms with it. This has made him ‘move on’ to do better things, anything he could achieve within his limits and he is getting there. This is the true essence of moving on…
On taking a closer look, we find that most disabled people are far more optimistic and determined to make it there than we, the fully abled people are. This is because we find tiny limitations to curb our life while these people have crossed bigger difficulties on their journey. This has made them harder and molded them to move on with ease…
We all need to internalize the fact that change is the only permanent factor in our lives. All our life, things around us keep changing, be it family,friends,life situations, our crushes,jobs,fancies…We have come miles from the way we were ten years ago. Even looking back to the last year there are times when we feel ‘Oh gosh! Did I really feel that way?’ this is because every moment we are moving on too… Nothing stays forever. And accepting this factor is the most difficult of it all. But everyone moves on… and everything becomes a part of the beautiful journey called life
Life’s not about reaching the destination, its all about the journey…and every journey has twists and turns, hard rocky lanes and difficult terrains. This is what moving on is all about…. Of letting go of the past, and taking hold of each tiny moment in the present….and difficult as it may seem, it makes you a better person and makes the journey all the more worthwhile. So here’s a toast to all those who have moved on , who have faced loss and felt like their life has lost all meaning…its time to realize that if changes for the better did not occur, butterflies would never exist… If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Letting Go..

Love happens in all our lives... It creeps in when we seldom need it..yet  when it withers away  it leaves us high and dry... 
yet we still wait..and hope that the one that let go will come back to bridge the gap . . .


You’re gone so far that I can barely see
 And your voice,a mere echo 
Your eyes no longer light up for me 
Your hands on mine feel so long ago…. 


Standing alone on the shore… My feet on shaken unsure sands 
Comes back a time when you held my hand 
And held me close from being swept away 
‘come back to me’ you cooed to me 
Well,I am back but you are no more…


 I feel the tug sweeping me away 
Wave after wave promising new bays 
But I feel the pull of the wind behind me 
You’re out somewhere begging me to stay  
Closing my eyes I wish you were here
 I’d kneel close to you…
your breath on my ear 


I am allowing myself to be swept away 
But my love for you will linger anyway  
We’re in different worlds,you and me 
Once so close now poles apart 
Yet I know you watch out for me 
The further you are,the better I feel 
How much your heart beats out to me 


Our tale of lost love lingers in me 
Unspoken,unsaid,unventured and no more
Until then I am lost in deep sea 
Till we meet again…On that beautiful shore……