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Closed my eyes to the mirror
Was afraid to see things clearer
The pain received from someone dearer

All this time which I thought I left behind
I promised myself not to remind
But here again I find
Feelings disturbing my mind

How hard it was to bring emotions on track
Tired I don’t want to look back

For me  time never tries to heal
I have tried with all my zeal
So I stand tall and make a deal

Let the memories remain crystal clear
Was a bad chapter nothings to fear
Muster faith and belief to bear
For the new me I cheer


    

Complicated

Shalini was sitting alone, trying to comprehend the reason why had she landed herself in such a situation with her best of friends. It was her best friend with whom she had shared all her secrets, reveled her lies , accepted her mistakes, shared her laughter and felt relieved from pain .Shalini’s  life was an open book to her  friend .It had been days she had talked to her , in the past her day was incomplete if she did not hear her voice. How could she treat her best friend like this, she wasn’t herself. She was going through some hard time that was for sure , the first person she used to  talk when she found herself in such situations was her best friend , but how come it has been days and she has not called , how could she let go of this , how could she not call and allow things get more worse. Things were never so much complicated with her best friend, whom she had nothing to be embarrassed of, she meant the life to her. There was not a day when she missed her, how eager she was to hear how her friend called her name. it was killing her from  inside , she thought she needed some time for herself to figure out how to deal with the problem herself , she wanted to be left alone to deal with it . And in this struggle with herself she was losing her best friend .The hesitation to talk was taking her more far away from her, it was breaking her , things were becoming more and more hazy to handle .  She did not know how to handle the situation because the friend she usually talk to in such situations, she was not able to talk to these days.

While she was in deep thoughts dealing with this, her phone rang, it was her best friend. She was drowning in guilt, how she has treated her, when she knew that her silence must be hurting her friend so much. Did she had the courage to pick her call and talk to her after behaving with her so badly , was she so selfish to even consider how her friend must to feeling about this. What was she trying to do, escape from her friend or herself? She was scared of herself. And again she did not answer her call. And it was all clear to her, she had crossed all limits now trying to avoid her friend, how could she expect her friend to call again yet even answer her own call; after treating her so badly. To her surprise the phone rang again, it was her friend, it was her last chance to correct her mistakes, it was now or never, she has to face this, and she now answered. Her friend just asked her how she was, she just said I am sorry to which her friend replied its Ok. That day she cried her heart out. And things were back to normal. Because they were best of FRIENDS 

Swing Baby

Come swing along

Rock your step with me

Be my pretty angel

And I’ll be your halo

 

Swirl around

Have fun with me

Come swing along

Rock your step with me

 

Forget your worries

Give me your charming smile

Oh baby come swing along

Rock your step with me

 

Sway in my arms

Let yourself free

Oh baby Come swing along

Rock your step with me


P.S : I wrote this in one of my class , and also composed a tune for it on my way back to home :P

 

 

 

 

Souvenir

A parchment dabbed with the photographs of reminiscences from the past that are preserved in a tiny recess of memories. Mystique memories, just at a click of thoughts, live play of memories flashes in front of the present and takes down the journey to the past. A tour to the days lived and lost, that left imprints on the sands of time.

The solace of being cared and looked after, the bliss of being a child, carefree innocence with which one grows. A hazy memory of someone gently holding your hand and teaching you write your first words. The sweet childhood of senseless fights to get a bigger half in a sweet dish, a crazy fear to go toilet alone at night and getting up early to attend school on time. When order was to maintain pin drop silence and write an essay on The Holy Cow. The tasty food which you never get anywhere except at home. The memory of that taste still waters the mouth. Flashback into those thoughts makes one yearn to relive those moments again .

Simplicity is never the changing constant of life, so are the memories. A mirror to the past which shows the person you were once and how one has grown to become a person that you are now. A true reflection of the good deeds done, all the foolish mistakes committed and the searing guilt lived along with. The experience which taught you the difference between the black and white, truth and lie; that raised the curtain of camouflage and made your first faceoff with the reality that is life.

You would always wish to flush out some memories forever, wish they were never a part of your being but those are the ones that more frequently that often come crashing in front of the eyes, and land you in a dilemma of question and answer session with yourself, but grooms a different side of conscience, changes yours outlook towards a better understanding; gives you that aplomb attitude to take better decisions for yourself.

Memories: a part of me, lived, laughed and cried with me; that complete me. That I can cherish and relive .That will always be my companion, a parchment, a souvenir .

Selfishly Selfless

A scared tear drop hiding behind the pretence of eyes
Denies to fade away
Cries alone ...........
A pinching feeling concealed inside the heart shell
Never peeks out
Fights alone
Realises its hesitation
Takes the guilt
Suffers solitary pain..........
A scared thought confined in the limits of brain
Tries hard to reason itself
Perishes alone............
A suppressed sadness sneaking between tied lips
Fails to mingle with smile
Doomed alone................
Hope with all hope
Rise with all the shine
Selfishly selflessness never breathes to die.............

P.S. Sounding cliché !!!!!!!

RED

Thoughts entangled

Heart wrenched

Eyes red . . . .

Spirit shackled

Mind depressed

Eyes red. . . .

Emotions mishandled

Feelings cheated

Eyes red. . . . .

Hopes derailed

Beliefs shattered

Eyes red. . . . .

Intentions propelled

Path mislead

Eyes red. . . . .

Steps tumbled

Fears groomed

Eyes red. . . . .

Laugh crumbled

Moments poisoned

Eyes red. . . . .

Self blamed

Actions trailed

Eyes red. . . . .

Eyes red. . . . .

Rhyme

There are some words that resonate in my mind and I am just awed by the sublime beauty of its meaning. Through the crisscrossing thoughts of mind and tender emotions of the heart I try to caricature a frame of it’s meaning. At night while trying hard to sleep I see an assortment of these meaningful pictures dancing in front of my eyes. One such word that took my goodnight’s sleep away recently is ‘Rhyme’ well I have come across this word many times but never thought deeply about it.

Picture 1: the first night
A child sleeping peacefully
Perched in mother’s arms tenderly

I was trying to sleep but was not able to, I could feel my rhyme less heart beats, a sense of loneliness got into my nerves; I asked myself what would tune it to rhyme and got an instant answer from the heart: lying peacefully, caressed gently in my mother’s arms, a divine sense of satisfaction trails, there are no words that can exactly describe this feeling but i realise at that moment my heart beat rhymes with that of her. Just perceiving this makes eyes drizzle but brings a smile to me and finally I fall asleep hearing the rhyming lullaby of my heart.

Picture 2 : the second night
Forgetting oneself
Dancing whole night feeling good being myself

Extremely exhausted unaware of everything lying curled in the corner of my bed I hear a serene music, I love to dance it makes me joyful, filled with enthusiasm, an inexplicable pleasure of being myself. The smooth float of my body rhyming with the tune of music. In this rhyme of swinging emotions I finally fall asleep.