Love is all around us

Tonight, since I had to catch the bus, I went to the dining hall at the PG a minute earlier than usual.

Though I was early and no one else had come yet, the moment the chef saw me with my plate, he brought the food that was ready.

He didn’t even bother checking the time, he just saw me hungry.

And that kept me thinking about how much he cared about people’s hunger.

He really cooks good meals, sometimes tries cooking varieties, and whenever it’s something special, he sits beside the food so we don’t take too much. But the way he sits and serves the food with pride and accomplishment about his culinary skill always makes me happy.

He just loves cooking. He loves his job.

And today, when he immediately came with food, it just hit me how a cook wouldn’t let you stay hungry even if it wasn’t time yet.

Someone who is a therapist would sit with you while you process emotions.

When you’re stuck with some issue on your phone or laptop, someone who knows software will figure it out for you.

When the car breaks down, an automobile guy will fix it for you.

A taxi/auto/bike person will try to make sure you reach your spot on time.

Someone who is tech-savvy will help you with the best gadgets to buy.

A photographer will help you with better angles and poses.

A bus driver or conductor will make sure you get down at the right stop.

The things people do on an everyday basis when they wonder if they’re really doing something meaningful they are already doing it, every day.

It wasn’t the cook’s duty to make sure I wasn’t hungry, but his passion for his work makes him that way.

I guess sometimes we try to search for love in grand gestures, when it’s constantly happening all around us; in the passion for what people do, the love for living, the admiration of humanness.

Beneath

Deepest part of the ocean colors itself in darkest of blue.
The palest blue at the top what you see gives only a surface understanding of the mysterious secrets hidden in the depth of it’s heart.
There lies everything from pearls to plants, dirt to sand, life to dead..
Everything lies in hidden core of this chasm
What you get is just white washed waves blunt and superficial
It’s always the beneath that carries a lot
Be it humans or the seas

Each Other’s Dream✨

What if we were each other’s dream?
A dream of mine, where you will never be lonely,
Life and everything else will be sweet and lovely;
Where love doesn’t hurt,
And heart doesn’t vent;
A dream where everything is peaceful and fine.


What if we were each other’s dream?
A dream of yours, where I don’t run,
Living is joyful and fun;
Where charm doesn’t vanish,
Instead it thrives and cherish;
A dream where both of us are calm and kind.


What if we were each other’s dream?
A dream of mine, where you will dance in the rain,
Experience and abandon all the pain;
Where you will embrace your flaws ,
Breaking all the stereotypical laws;
A dream where you accept your imperfections.

What if we were each other’s dream?
A dream of yours, where i will not dishearten you,
Instead cheer and strengthen you;
Where i will hold your hand tight,
Even in the ruthless and hurtful fight;
A dream where we will live happily ever after.

What if we were each other’s dream
What if…?

Back To The Bygone Days

I have been feeling sick lately,
It’s like I could sense a crowd’s cry and hear loud smiles;
Their whisper screams and echoing silence
It’s deafening and disheartening.


I am engulfed with emotions that I didn’t know I could experience;
I am overwhelmed with the thoughts that I didn’t know I could hear;
I am overloaded with energy that makes it hard for me to breathe;


Is it all worth it ?
To feel all sorts of feelings, some you know some you do not.
Is it gonna be alright?
When you feel all kinds of emotions, some vividly pleasant and rest deteriorating and awful.


It’s like I am all alone, walking towards the end point and expected to go through several vague phases of every left-out soul’s life all at once.
It’s sickening .


Take me back to the days when all I could feel was emptiness;
I want to feel nothingness.
Take me back to the days when all I could feel was aloneness;
I want to feel non existence.
Take me back to the days when all I could feel was calmness;
I want to feel tranquility.
Take me back to the time when I felt like I belonged…

Will I ever be capable?

How to love?

I stand alone, somewhere in between the sea and the sky.

I look beneath and see an ocean

Filled with fluid that looks like crimson.

Is that scarlet liquid mine? Or of the people that loathe me?

Is that maroon solution mine? Or of the people who hug me?

I look up and see the sky,

It looks dark and eerie;

Is it a demonstration of the eternal melancholy that I am carrying?

Or Is it a glimpse of hatred that lies within me relentlessly bothering;

Or perhaps,

Is it just a blurry vision of the deep felt disgust that people tend to hide when they sense the mere presence of mine.

Was I ever affectionate?

Or Did I just manipulate myself into believe in the notion that I was capable of loving someone other than my selfish being?

Will I ever be able to fathom how to love someone who is not me?

Will I ever be capable of loving?…

In an alternate reality

Are people in an alternate universe just as sad as you are here or are they genuinely happy?

I have heard that things tend to be the opposite of the real world in another dimension. Does that mean you do not feel a void in your soul?. Has the quest of the true meaning of your life ended or perhaps was that urge non existence over there? 

Is everything beautiful and lovely over there? Or are happy people here sad over there? The calmer one’s aggressive, selfless one’s selfish?.

Is good the antonym of the bad in the other dimension or is it all the same, just bits and pieces that have been scattered throughout the different worlds. 

Do they know what it feels like to be out of touch with oneself? Or perhaps do they not know that there’s a line between known and unknown. 

Is it heavenly out there? Or is it just a glimpse of what feels like heaven, Or perhaps is it one of the sweet con told from time to time?, so people would believe if not here, they would be in peace somewhere far away. 

But if the other realm is not fictitious, what about the people who have found their peace here? Do they exist there as well? Or is that parallel  land only for the ones who are unhappy here? . 

Have you been there? How is it? Is it beautiful? But, how would you know beauty if you have never known disgust? 

How would you know serenity if you have never experienced misery? Will it give the same amount of joy when you feel calmness without going through any chaos. Can you call that calmness? If yes, how would you know?. 

Does that alternate dimension truly exist? Is it beautiful? Or perhaps is it just our notion of its existence that gives it beauty. 

Sounds

I hear a faint melody  from a place that is yet to be discovered.

It might be somewhere in the vicinity or somewhere in a distant dimension.


It becomes a screech as I move forward and  a soft tone when I glance backward.
It’s a loud howl when I go around and a yelling wail when I stand on toes.
It’s a melancholy when I turn right and a joyful symphony when I walk left.
It’s Spring’s harmony when I breathe in and  Autumn’s sadness when I breathe out.
It’s Monsoon’s nostalgia when I close my eyes and Winter’s darkness when I stop thinking.
I hear nothing when I run around.

Was there a sound in reality or did the movements and directions create a frill of illusionary tones.
For now, all I hear is deep and deafening silence

I am…!

I am an amalgamation of what I have been told, what I have been heard and what I have been criticised for,

I am bound to the universe just like everything else.

I am on a journey of resolving the mystery of future and cutting the ties with the past.

I am unaware about what I truly desire.

I am an insignificant hole in a large canvas colored in black.

I am present,

I am what I have always been yearning for ;

I am what i am.

Dreams

Aren’t we all dreamers


What if we were somebody’s dream. What if we were those starry filled night sky or tender breeze or a mellow cool mist.
What if we were a water channel, not the one that is forced to follow a peculiar path but the one that flows like a river, like a mystical river that has no bounds or land no sea or deltas to reach, just flowing with no destinations to meet or any story to tell, just flowing through narrow and wide ways, making own roads and claiming all the tributaries and breaking all the barriers like a poet’s dream.
What if we were just a tiny firefly whose aura is sensed only in the dark. Not the firefly that stays in the clan but the one that gets out of it and finds its own route. The one that knows no fear and waits for none, just wandering around in the night while spreading that little flicker wherever it goes. Sparkling that shine and comforting with warmth and calming the chaos like an artist’s fantasy.
What if we were the waves, not the one that destructs and roars, but the one that smiles playfully, the one that reflects serenity while the world is filled with misery.  The waves that shares the colour of the sky and culminates with foamy fringes. That just elegantly carries the sun’s charm and moon’s beam and doesn’t dwell on futures dread and just moves with brimful grace like a photographer’s muse
What if we are all just waiting for someone to awaken us from this dream.


Aren’t we all dreamers?
What if we are just each other’s dream.

Loner

I am a loner,
In a world filled with celebrations;
I am a loner,
In a crowd filled with chaos;
I am a loner,
In a street filled with ecstasy;
I am a loner,
In a ship filled with voyagers;
Nowhere to go, no thing to claim
No fun to rejoice, No voice to scream
I am a loner,
Just existing in this  endless catastrophe.

Darkness

Can you see through the darkness?

There is absolute nothing. The color, the texture,the fear,it’s unclear. You will never know what the darkness has in the store unless you decide to step inside and analyse.


It’s like the sky, you don’t know where is the limit,

It’s like the infinity, you never know where it ends.


But what if?
What if, there’s a vast shiny world next to it.
What if, there’s so much life beyond that darkness
What if, darkness beholds the most beautiful things that you have ever witnessed
What if, there’s tranquility afar that dead silence.
What if, all you have always been waiting for is just ahead of all these terrifying darkness.
What if, the path of darkness takes you to your home, what if it takes you to where you rightfully belong.


What if…!

Letter To Younger Self

Dear younger self,
You are beautiful, with those dark mellow eyes, crooked teeth and chubby dimpled cheeks. You are beautiful in your clumsiness, the way trip, the way you fall, your imperfectional walk, contagious smile, silent laugh and whisper giggles they are all beautiful


Dear younger Self
People may find your height too much or too less,  your complexion unpleasing, your weight inappropriate.
People may judge you because of the way you dress, the way you speak, the way you live,the way you breathe, they will judge your entire existence.
Remember, none of them matter.


Dear younger self,
Try to be gentle on yourself
Sometimes you will lose hope and sometimes you will quit, you will think you are too weak
Remember it’s okay to quit, because sometimes it would not work for you,but still, you will be alright.
It’s your scars and blemishes, that makes you beautiful


Dear younger self,
People will still judge you, but you will realize what your worth is, you will no more sit in a corner and cry for not being good enough.. Some people will think that you are rude, while some will think you are funny.
You will realize that you are much more than enough.


Dear younger self,
You will learn to love yourself, embrace your flaws and cherish your living.
You will accept your defects
You will realize forever is not about being there evermore,it’s about living in the moment and reminiscing further.
You will experience heartbreaks, you will lose some people, some people who were part of your childhood.
You will meet best people and have best memories,
You will learn to see the world in a unique way.
You will learn more as you grow and you will still be learning
You will finally have some people who call you as their friend, you will not be lonely anymore.


Dear younger self
You will learn to speak poetry in the middle of chaos, You will learn to live the stories found in the streets, You will learn to get fascinated by experiencing humanness.
You will realize that life is a poetry and all are yearning for their rhyming pair


Dear Younger Self
Thank you for being strong and stubborn on living this life
You will finally see life clearly
You will be proud of the person that you will  become
And


Remember,

Life is bits and pieces of the moments you regret and of the moments you crave re-living,

It’s a rollercoaster, you will have your ups and downs

But remember, After all this event called  life, is worth living…

Random People

The streets, the buses, around the corners, in the railway stations, malls, market,fairs and festivals. There is something common among all these places.

People! Its the people you know and people you don’t know. If you are a person who regularly boards on a train, there are high possibilities of seeing same faces everyday. All familiar but none known.

You might know where they get down, a few stops earlier than yours or a few stops later than yours. You never felt interested in knowing what’s going on in their life.

If you are regular to a cafe, you will see few people regular just like you. You may know which is their favorite seat. You may know “that person” likes the corner table, while “this person” likes to sit next to the door. You may know what their favorite order is or if they are happy , tired or just calm, but you never bother to ask.

It’s the same way for them with few minute differences. They may know your favorite spot, your favorite order. Not because they are interested in your life or stalking you, they know these details without trying just like how you know theirs.

You are being their part of life just like they are being yours

Isn’t it fascinating that you have a little insignificant part in some random people’s life?

How Does It Feel?

How does it feel to be just a witness of love and had never got a chance to be loved?

How does it feel to be someone who has longed for love for too long and has received hatred and humiliations in return?How does it feel to feel like you are too hard to love?
The feeling that cannot be put through words and can only be emphathized. A feeling of not being loved.
How does it feel to be someone who will just wonder and never get an actual opportunity to experience that little happiness of walking home with someone?


Does it saddens you when you see someone who receives hate for no reason, who is labeled as hard to love, someone who is not lucky enough to have someone to love them?


The experience of not having someone to walk along with them wherever they go.
The experience of not having someone to lie next to them.
The experience of not being able to share a cup of coffee with a little conversation every evening
The experience of not having someone in their story of life
The experience of  not being loved

How does it feel?

Letter To Self

May be we should think about it,
May be we should sort it out

Or

Should I just let it go,
Should I just bury it down;
Help me I am sinking,
My heart is drowning;
Can someone recite my elegy,
I have been losing energy;
May be it takes time,
May be it gets fine;
I hate this thunder screaming,
So much that I curse this living;

Will I ever be alright?
I doubt the existence of mine.
Can I just be here and cry?
Leave back all sorrows and fly!

To be continued…

You

You were like the sand in the shore and I was the waves,
No matter what, I would always come back to you.
You were like the droughty land that yearned for love and I was the rain that selflessly fell for you.
You were the winter, rough and cold and I was that warm summer which melted you down.
Should I have been more, or should I have been less, you felt, I was never enough, sometimes a bit too much.
You bewildered my notion of belonging, as if I were an outsider and never let me into your vicinity.
You were a vagabond and I was your home,
You were the dark sky and I was your moon.
Times have changed, fondness has faded.
Now you have found your new mansion, that’s lustrous and grand,
You are incurious about the old sky and its clan.
You are absorbed in setting out new entity and I am rotting in the dusty misery.

Should I detach or Should I plead, Should I weep or Should I be mute.

The Lost Girl

It’s been a while

Have u ever seen this long haired girl?
Caramel skin and hazel brown eyes,
Beautiful enchanting gorgeous smile.
She had a lot of stories,
At the tip of the teary;
She was warm and fuzzy, fun and groovy
She had a scar on her chin, small and thin
Mole on her neck,round and thick
Charm in her dream,nice and bright
She had poetry in her thoughts
Love in her voice
Calm in her hug;
But,
As the time passed, she faded
Lost and gone
Now it’s too late


Have you ever seen her?
It’s been a while

Let’s Pretend

And you watch the fragrant filled flower, forget the marvellous leaf.
You love the vibrant waves, neglect the orange sand.
Mesmerized by the glorious moon, overlooked the pretty dark sky
Dance in the rain, Run away from the grey clouds
Capture the striking lightning, Fear the supreme thunder
How long will you ignore the ordinary just to cheer the beauty

For now, for a moment
Let’s all pretend that we are ordinary

Like A Butterfly

The invisible barriers are caging me
I’m not gonna lie, they are scaring me
I have been hiding, please set me free
It’s awful darkness, I cannot see
Let me shine, with full of beam
I wanna rejoice the solitary,
Let me smile,
Let me cry;
Let me thrive,
Let me vibe;
Let me live,
Let me fly;
Like a butterfly

The Dead Flower

The shadows solemnly followed the dead flower
The flower that was most cheerful of all;
Where are you?O Cheerful flower, where are you!
It’s all long gone, for now dead is the only word that describes you O flower.
Where are those days?
The ones you bloomed with grace;
O little flower, everybody leaves
But you left so early, leaving your trails unwashed;
You were a survivor, what not have you faced?
From the storms and cyclones,
To terrific thunders,
You have known them all, Little flower ;
You have fought them all.
But you decided it was time to leave and make peace
With the outer world and inner soul.
You left leaving your dried petals;
Remember?
The days you sprinkled your fragrance,
And the butterflies found their home in you.
You were their favorite flower
You were their ultimate favorite.
But you decided to leave,
To end the agony and welcome the odd.
O little flower, the most beautiful flower;
For now, we only hope
That you have met the peace, the peace which you couldn’t achieve while you were here all alive…

They belong…

Some people are attached to places. Even when they leave that place, their sense of presence is felt. It’s like they owned that place.. It belonged to them more than they belonged there. The entire place is engulfed by them. . Their absence is never felt because it feels like they never left.

Living or Surviving?

Of all the days you survived, How many days did you live?

Through the darkest of the day,
And brightest of the night;
Suffering the joy,
Celebrating the pain;
Of all the days you survived, How many days did you live?
Through the Stormy winds of summer,
The hottest sun of winter;
Dancing in the funerals
And mourning in the parties;
Of all the days you survived, How many days did you live?

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