Departure.

Stood there teary eyed
To see my father leave
Though just for only a week
I wore my heart on my sleeve.
That's when my mind fumbled
On a thought that made me mumble
Thinking about those
Who have to bid goodbyes, forever
That feeling, that glance
That one last stance
By which the person is remembered.
That last touch
That last hug
That last kiss
Which will be missed
With a little hope
And a little faith
To meet in life
Once again
But knowing inside
It won't come true
Of the future
We don't have a clue
Just the memories left behind
We bid adieu
With a faint little smile.

And then I thought of those
Who don't even
Get a chance
To meet
The last goodbyes
Cause, for them so sudden
The changes, outridden
Flows river of the shattered soul.

Be it the two love birds
Parting after those amazing  years
On their farewell,
Both sitting numb
Cause they don't know
What the future holds
They might not meet, ever.

Be it the mother deer
Went to search food
For her minor
hunt down, killed.
The baby longing his mother, under the hood, forever.

Be it his old mother
Or his new bride
The man of the family didn't return
Faught brave, with pride
Died.
While his child waiting in the womb.

Unreachable

Why
You are
Away
In the way
You, my dear
My favourite dream
Seems lost
In the crowded stream
I stretch my arm
In search of you
You're no where here
Have no clue
How to achieve you
My sweetheart
This feeling for me
Is fairly new.
So many beings, behind you
Chasing
Walking
Running
The infinite route.
Oh my dream
Please come true.

Cupid caught

A girl with confidence, as she stood
With fierce determination, she bore the heavy cold
No love, no broken heart, the thumb rule she followed
So she never opened up her true soul to behold.


She stood in defiance, to the love that came.
Cause she knew, she wasn't made, for the same
She had fame and didn't want to play the game,
She was beautiful, and wasn't meant to be tamed.


Its not that love didn't  knock her doors,
It did, in fact a zillion times,
But she was stubborn as she grew more
Thinking as if being in love was a crime.


It's because she saw her closed ones,
Breaking into pieces,
She thought she wasn't that strong enough,
That's when she developed her own thesis.


Love is bad, she taught herself,
But little did she know what was coming ahead,
It was the same little cupid
Hitting her hard, like everybody said.

Capturing moments!

I have one wish, to shine as bright as you.

College, the place I'm going to miss a few months from now.

The most serene place in New Delhi. Loveeee it. Just want to watch the sunset there.

People. A few stay, while others leave, leaving some beautiful memories, behind. 

For the love of mountains and sun.

|Promises|

//Scenario: A married couple- Busy husband and a household wife//

Yet again

he promised and broke

its not like

the first time

i felt numb

broken promises

and teary eyes

are what

is destined

tell me why

do i even expect

for him to show up

and hold my hand

tell me why

its always i am

who is raptured

and

pushed around the rand.

Empty, his heart

does not even care

to think

what ive been

through all these years

maybe its time for me

to go heartless

for him

to feel the shear.

I don't want to grow up.

Just 5 days left for me to turn 21, and I'm still recovering from the thought of the same.
21. Dude. What? Am I considered a grown up now? Next year I will graduate college, and all the fun will be over?
Frankly, I've never faced a pinch of responsibility through these 21 effing years, and now all of a sudden I've all these kind of worries about getting a job, making a future.
Is this how life goes on or is it just me?
No, I don't want to grow up. I would never like that.
I've never liked taking responsibility or doing my own work.
I don't want to grow because I like being pampered. Like a baby. I'm highly dependent on the people around me. And I like it this way.
I don't want to grow up.
I want to play.
Hide and seek and 'unch neech ka paapdaa.'
I want to sit on my dad's shoulders and travel around the world.
I want my mum to spoon feed me, like she used to.(she still does sometimes, cause I louve it :p)
I want to cry because of the broken crayons and stolen lollipops, not because of the pressure and the tension and my silly broken heart.
I want to sit and watch pokemon (which I still do) on the old cartoon network and make my mum watch powerpuff girls at 2.30.
I want those golden days back.
I just don't want to grow up.
I don't like adults. They think too much. About everything. For once, I don't want to think. About anything. I just want to live, like a little child.
But those days are overrrr.
And I'm here, writing.
I haven't even done the things I wanted to do by 21. Yes, I have a list (-.-)
I wish I had a time machine, would go back then.
But, sigh.

Tbc.

There she was.

There she was
Standing tall
Played
Betrayed
Thought she might fall
Yes she did
A million times
No friends, family
Yet she fought
When the world was dark
She seeked for answers
From the god, her lord
Cause she found
What goes around doesn't really comes around
Bad people have good
Good people have bad
She questioned her existence
Why her, what now
Made her wow
Vow, she would be stronger
She has to
Bold and beautiful she was no doubt
Trusted people far profound
No changes, she said
She would be the good one
she had always been
Now, she let her fate
Get decided by her god
Cause as they say
What goes around, comes around.

I can't see you

I can't see you
Lying on bed like this
No feeling, no movement
You don't know how much of you I miss
That morning kiss
Oh that bliss
It's you who makes my world go round
I'm losing myself,be on the rebound
Miss your long chattery talks
Miss our sweet long walks
I can't see you
Like this, devoid of life
Please wake up
And be my wife.

Last night

There she was
Lying on her bed
In dark in peace
Thinking
All that she could be
Between could'ves and the wouldves
Her mind rambled
With the thoughts of the unknown
She feared she might die
She couldn't sleep that night
But remembering the good old times
Of the people she had loved
From deep inside.
Memories, beautiful thing
Takes you away silently
She wanted to talk to every single being
She ever fell in love with
Mother, father, friends and all
Fear creeping inside
She thought its her last night
Of the gift she had known as life.

I'm an old man

Sitting on a wheel chair
I subside
Unknown of the minute, next second
Forget about the future, I'd want to fly
Weak, helpless and what not I've become
From bold, strong and powerful I was, once upon a time
I wish you were here
My beloved, my love
Though I have our children
But nobody could take your place,
I'm an old man
Waiting to die.
Here I am today
Sitting on a wheel chair
In some corner, of some hospital
My memory has gone in vain
This phase of life,
The second childhood
I pray to god
To take me away.
I'm an old man
Waiting to die.

It's not love

She stood there
Waiting for infinite hours
For him to come
Silent and sad
But he didn't care much
Next day apologies
And its all good again
For her, he didn't care much
Everyone warned her
That he is wrong
For her, for any girl
But she stood by
Stood by her love.
But he didn't care much.
Yes, she loved him
Not for a day, or month
But from forever and always
But he didn't care much
Whenever she needs him the most
He isn't anywhere near
Whenever she wants to hold his hand
He isn't anywhere close
Like every girl
She had some dreams
But he didn't make any effort
To fulfil any of them.
So she made comprises
Not one but many
she believed in love that lasts forever,
Alas she wasn't that clever
All she wanted was just a fairytale.