I DON'T REALLY KNOW!

I don't know if we were made to meet,
or it was just a prank of destiny!

I don't know if this was to believe,
like a falling star wish, indeed!

I don'r know if its a matter of days,
or a journey of many miles.
I don't know if its gonna stay forever
or for a shorter while!

I don't know how our path just crossed.
Where and why do we came across..

I don't know if this is right or wrong,
i don't know if the belief is really strong!

but, all i know is that we were meant,
we were meant to meet and to see.
to seek what we can't see and feel what is
still to believe!

to see world with each other's eye,
to solve those x and y!

we were meant to meet,
to provide relieve..
to the wandering soul of yours..
and the burning one that belongs to me! 

LOVE - as simple as that

"I love you" - the most common and equally complicated words ever existed in human history! but, is it really as complicated as we feel it is?

i believe, LOVE is just to love but, things add to it when jealousy, expectations, loneliness and all other feelings get blend with love. To love someone is simpler than it seems because,  you don't need to expect them to love you back. when you fall for someone, you fall for their personality, their nature, their looks and everything else and this was never mandatory to get the love back just because you are deeply in love with her/him.

Love will never hurt you if you only try to give, what hurts is the fact that you get to feel lonely ones the person sweeps away. If the memories of love makes you smile and the love that grew by showering it on that "someone" makes you feel contented... then probably you have achieved the truest form of love!  

In reality, i perceive love to be open ended, and a personal choice. I shouldn't expect the same love back, why? because i am too busy in giving love. in current scenerio, love turns out to a a relationship and then changes into marriage but, if i solely look at love in its most purest and truest form - its is something like this --

"i love you, for what your are
and the things that you want to be.
i love you, because you make me happy
and yes i feel deeply!

i love you because i choose to
not because you had promised me the same,
i would cross limits in expressing my love
it hardly matters if you feel the same."

LOVE - means something that keeps you high always and you will go to any extent to chase it but, if you try to blend it with every other feeling, it will be a mess. Love the one whose world you feel like lighting up and your world will get lit up automatically.

LIFE AND ME

It seems to be a mess,

I am Juggling between the lives.

I wonder, where do I belong to?

Where is the place, where do I reside?

My life is a hell, with demons all around,

There is no help, no way to escape!

I don’t know where things are going,

And how long is the life of pain.

I don’t seek for name,

I seek for a way.

A way out to this hell,

I don’t seek for the gain.

Where do the roots of these roads end?

I am clueless, but not hopeless yet.

I hope for the life to begin,

I wish for the pain to sink in.

Till then, I am on a way..

Where nothing I could see.

There is a life beyond this,

That is where my journey meant to be.

INDEPENDENCE DAY

while everybody is busy uploading statuses and changing their dps and wihing each other a HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY i wonder, are we really matured enough to handle this independence?

Firstly what is Independence? is it to spit on the and say "tere baap ka road hai kya?", is it to throw garbage here and there and say "foreign is so clean, i hate India." or is it to choose that you won't go out to vote but, definitely curse the government? In our constitution, we do have fundamental rights. If these rights got violated, we can case against the concerned person. Similarly, there are set of fundamental duties that we are obliged to follow. Do we?

we dance our heart ut saying that we are INDEPENDENT but, do we deserve this? Are we capable of handling, preserving and respecting this freedom that we have got? We, the INDIANS preach a lot about being the world's largest democracy but, how many of us actually try to understand the meaning and the motive of democracy?

I believe that we all have taken our democracy, our right to freedom and the independence way too granted. we should remember that, each time when we don't perform our duties well, a question on our rights arises. It is not only the duty of the authorities to look after the things but, as a citizen it is our responsibility to make sure that not only these authorities but also the other citizens should maintain the code of conduct.

Independence is not just on one day, we enjoy it life long and so should be our duties towards this nation.

DO YOU KNOW HOW WINDY..

Do you know how windy,
the weather seems tonight?
Haunting darkness is all
that i see in sight.

I can see your smile,
somewhere very far,
I don't know whether m coming closer,
or we are just falling apart.

This windy wind is not letting me sleep,
It is destroying promises, that were mean to keep.

Do you know how windy,
the weather seems tonight?
All those memories of us,
are seeking to come under the light.

I wish i could touch you,
hold you and kiss you again.
There's no brighter day,
it is going to rain.

This windy wind is pulling me off from my feet,
I want you to stop, but my voice is unable to reach..

And there you walk away in front of my eyes,
I don't know with whom does my curse lies?
Whom should I blame to let you go away,
this windy weather or our million good byes? 

Way to home

A WAY TOWARDS HOME

Have you ever felt an urge to rush home as soon as you can? Something like which happens when you are sad, you get to feel that the whole world is illusion, you are distorted and the only thing that seems real, that belongs to you is your home and people who stay there. Your voice just breaks and you couldn’t think of anything because you mind is flooded with negative thoughts. At that time all you see is your home, you try to complete the journey merely in the thought of reaching home at some moment and some day.

I personally hate being at home on Sundays, I always have arguments with my parents over something or other and I end up hating the holiday! But, somewhere between the lines I cannot deny the fact that, when I am completely broken mentally, the only place I find comfort is at home. I don’t talk to my friends neither hang around anywhere; I just feel like rushing home and talk to the woman who is waiting for me over lunch. I might not share what is wrong with me, but somehow for their sake and the love that they give me, I smile. I forget the stress that I am suffering from, all I feel like is talking to her and snuggling into my blanket.

You know when things are in order, we are least bothered about home and people inside it. We care about ourselves while they still care about us. We scream and shout and do all sorts of tantrums – “I want to run away from these people” (my punch line) but the real value of home is realized only when we feel disillusioned with world and we find no escape anywhere. Therefore, the comfort level that we get at home cannot be given by any place in the world. This is because not only our home but also the people, our parents our siblings, belong to us. It is the only place where we can open out our heart and cry out, unafraid of being noticed and laughed by anyone. 

THE DILEMMA WITH LOVE IS WHETHER TO HOLD IT BACK OR TO SET IT FREE

When a bird has got her wings to fly,
she is all set to bid me good-bye.
million things lead you to stop her,
but all I do is only sigh.

For so many months I took her care,
my life had her share,
the delicate bird whom I loved so much
now has wings in pair.

My love for her grew day after day,
her life definitely had own way.
I don't know what to choose,
because in love, I cannot ask her to pay.

Sitting on a couch, i watch her fly,
I feel as if, a part of me is about to die.
I don't know to rejoice or to frown
over a bird that left me in front of my eye.

The dilemma with love is that you can't decide,
whether to hold it and cage or leave it free to survive.
It is tough to leave it free and wait for it to return,
but, isn't it difficult to hold it back, for selfish reason...

ANGER IN HER LOVE

The swollen eyes and wrinkled forehead, told a lot about the storm in her mind. She was burning in jealousy, with her mouth not uttering a single word. She had sleepless nights with memories following her each night. Mornings, made no difference, her mind was full of his thoughts till night.The red face was for anger, but her red heart was filled with love. They say anger exists where love lives, this is what she meant, when she screamed at him - "i hate you."
For her old aged soul, he wasn't a distant memory but rather a fresh wound which is making her aware of her existence and her bond with pain. She failed to express the madness she had for him, and he failed to understand the deep love within. for what you see is a surface, but nobody knows the journey inside.
 She loved him was reality, and she would love him is a fact... but what he didn't noticed underneath her anger was her innocent adolescent soul, who cannot share him with anyone in anymore lives to come.

WHAT IS EQUALITY?

WHAT IS EQUALITY?

“Equality” is the most misinterpreted, misquoted and controversial word that has ever existed in human context. What equality meant for me might not be equality for others and thus, it is difficult to come to any one conclusion in human context. Today, at this point of time there are people struggling across the world for equality which is gender based, cultural based and so on. This term reflects a different meaning for every individual existing upon earth. Similarly, what equality for me was a decade back is not anymore an issue for me and the meaning would change again in future also.

Being a woman, I have always supported woman rights. They were always at my top priorities and still they are. But, what I feel is the real meaning of equality has misinterpreted in many ways. Though I am one of those who support feminism strongly, but, I still believe that men and women cannot be compared and bought at an absolutely equal level in many aspects. Few months ago I had read an article which said that, comparing men and women is like comparing fish with a bird. You cannot expect a bird to swim or a fish to fly, but what you can expect is, the “coexistence” of birth the species with equal opportunities to grow and survive. 

My idea of equality is slightly broader and different than most of us. What I believe equality is – having equal rights and duties which constitutions provide us. Being a woman, I must be paid according to my skills and not as per my gender. Similarly, I shouldn’t get any uneven advantage in my professional life, simply because I am a woman. I must be promoted, and appreciated for my work irrespective of the gender that I posses. Equality is when, despite of being a housewife, I have property on my name and I get the respect that I deserve. I should have freedom to protest, express and achieve heights in my life. I shouldn't be compared to my brother, husband or any male. I should be treated like a different individual altogether. Further, what I wear is absolutely my choice and that doesn’t give anyone a right to rape, harass or molest me, but, if I am expecting equality I must also dress up in a dignified manner. My freedom of choice does bring responsibility too. My life must have my rules. 

I Have come across lots of arguments which scream that, if men can bare their chests so can we. I completely disagree with this. Men and women are two different entities. There body structure and psychology differs as well. Being a woman, I cannot, I need not and I should not bare my chest because that is not equality which I am fighting for. My equality would come in having equal space, facilities and respect towards the opposite genders. Just because males are doing this, I don’t need to this. I believe that we are at a much higher level than men, and our fight for equality is not for clothes. No doubts that we all have choices and all these choices are respected, but, baring chest or showcasing private parts because males are doing is something which according to me isn’t dignifying for a woman “she is beautiful, when she is dressed in dignity and confidence.”

There are hell lot of issues where we need to fight for equality but, comparing all the time, in all the way with men is in a way degrading ourselves only.

The right side of a fake profile

We all are creatures of the internet generation and we are amongst the early generations of Facebook also. When Facebook entered into our lives, it was a medium of communication and a piece to entertain ourselves but, gradually more and more people join in and made it a great human network. The fact of being “liked” in a virtual world spread like a plague and within a few months people got the crux of Facebook!

 Now Facebook meant different for everybody. Some took it as a part of entertainment, some took it as a platform to share your opinion, some of the users found it as a way to increase your social network and some (which is most of the people) took it as a “temporary escape from reality”. The phenomena of creating fake profiles, consciously and unconsciously occurred. Now creating a fake profile unconsciously means that a profile which has your data, your photograph and even your group of friends, but, how you behave on Facebook differs to what you are in reality. This is a fake profile, but unconsciously. 

Though these profiles didn’t do harm to anyone. They were just living their lives the way they want, but, what made me think is – were they actually, fake? Like for instance, I had a female friend who used to be very shy in class. She was studious and a subtle girl, but if you interact with her on Facebook you will find her being exactly opposite.  But, this is not what she is doing purposely. It came naturally to her. This brings me to a fact that, most of the time what people or rather how people behave on Facebook is exactly “what they are inside” or “what they desire to be”.  Probably my friend always wanted to interact and have big circle of friends but she failed to overcome her shyness and found an escape on Facebook. Facebook or every social networking site is easier to deal with because when you interact with there, you are not afraid of being judged. No society is going to look into your personal inbox and question you. So, for those who failed to have their own “real” space in the real world, found it on Facebook. For them, it was a chance to be with themselves without being judged by anyone around them.

Even Though I am not encouraging to build a fake profile or to behave differently in the real and virtual world, but, what I am trying to convey is that, when you see a person being different on social networking and in the real world, don’t conclude him/her to be fake because probably, he/she just didn’t get a chance to have his/her own space the way you have. 

So, next time when you encounter such issue of personality, go and have a friendly talk to them.

Same script, different screenplays.

I won't be so amazed to say that, we all are in a play. We all have our own role to play, own dialogues and own character. However i do feel that we all are dealing with the same issues, the same problems and same joys. yes, no doubts that the scenario differs, but at the end of the day, we all are in a play which is not written by us. We don't know what is going to happen next. all that we know is - survive.

This sudden thought struck my mind today, while traveling in a local train. I encountered a small girl asking for penny to every passenger. A lady compassionately smiled at her and give her the pack of chips that she had. The joy that I saw on that kid's face was similar to me or I should say all of us when we were in our childhood. getting a chocolate from someone was the best thing that could ever happen to us as a child. I kept observing that little girl with her older brother, playing and enjoying each bite of chips that she was holding.

I feel there are certain feelings, joys and hopes in our lives that come irrespective of economic classes and our social background. The act of begging is something that has come to her as naturally as speaking and walking. She must have got to learn train travelings and tricks to lure people even before learning how to smile. For a life which is so bleak and dim, where each day is a fight to survival, don't you think there is still a seed of aspiration somewhere?

She must be asking pennies with her empty hand but, i am sure her hands would get filled with hopes and desires for future someday. begging has came naturally to her but, aspiring is something that she has within. I believe, we all are on the same stage. Struggling and surviving, in our peer groups or in front of our parents. We feel like dying often and most of us take that drastic step too. Don't you think that if this kid is still finding joy in her life and smiling through all the pains that she is suffering from, then we must also not give up in our fights. If this poor fairy has her aspiring soul inside then why are we giving up so early?

We all are actors in a play. We have our own roles to play. What matters is not to give up because giving up might not kill you but it will definitely kill your heart daily.

The girl at sight

She is a girl with mind and a mind with thoughts. Her journey was tiring but nothing made her fall apart. Her eyes held the mesmerizing magic into them. Her invisible wings made her fly every now and then. For him she was something different, a language of poetry, for her life was her solitary. Walking near the bank of river she didn't knew where she was going. All that she knew was to keep moving. Her beliefs showed her way through the dessert and her spirit lit up to let her see the way.

He knew she was a magic, something out of the world. he wanted to feel her, to touch her and to kiss her but.. he was scared of her breathtaking dreams and journey within. he wanted to hold her hand and know her inside out but way was darker.. paths were gloomy, it was too late to stop her. He gazed at her till his sight allowed him to watch. It seemed to him as if, she was a lady with powers and a weather with storm.

Tears.... are meant to flow

                  TEARS.. are meant to flow

"She looked at me with her teary eyes,

rolling down her cheek like a stream disguised.

She seemed beautiful not because of how she looked,


but her eyes were speaking, the language of heart inside."








We all shed tears, sometimes over are break ups, sometimes over losing someone. we cry and frown when things hurt us. we cry and feel like dying when memories haunt us. At times we break into tears when truth confronts us. Sometimes even frustration make us yell at us. Some of us believe that crying or sobbing is a sign of weakness, some like for instance me believe that tears are sign of strength. They make us feel alive. They make us feel that we as a human have feelings. Everyone has shed tears at some point of their lives but only few of us are not ashamed of crying in public.

Now the question is not about weakness or straight well that is kept for perceptions. The point here is, i find tears holding equal importance. I have a habit of breaking down when i get irritated and frustrated on its peak. one i shed tears.. i feel as if my frustration got flown with those drops of tears and i start feeling lighter. imagine, sitting quiet and alone at your place and you suddenly came across old photographs of the best days of your life. The drop of tear that rolls down your cheek is of mixed feel. We don't always cry in sadness do we? we cry when we are overjoyed. We also cry when we get related with someone's pain. I think the best tears which are shed are the ones in which we feel the pain of someone sitting beside us. have you ever cried looking at someone? that is not exactly sadness... it is compassion and trust me, those precious drops tell you that you have a heart which have feelings. feelings that are for others. feelings of empathy and compassion. When you cry it calms your should and rejuvenates you to act upon.

Tears are also a form of expression. if i cry it shows that i am a human. I think the more sadness we pile in our heart the more it turns us into a beast. So let your tears flow for someone or something. If it hurts you, let it. if it pinches you, let it. it tells you that you are still a human. you have a heart. you are alive.

 we smile at anyone even stranger but tears are shed only for those whom we consider the closest.