Road that keeps coming back

We walked the same roads
We climbed the same rock
And we glanced at the same sea and the sun

It must have been in a dream
For people meet only in dreams
And they get separated in reality

I wonder, If I am going round and round
The same circle, For that road keeps coming back
Curious to know what lies beyond the limits
I embarked on that path I eluded for so long

Still I hoped that my choice wouldn’t change anything
In a minute I felt something had changed
Tell me that I am not alone,
That you feel the same too.

Does love have an expiry date?

It's a stupid question from an idiotic friend that triggered me into writing this blog. Years ago I read Swami Vivekananda saying something to this effect - we all start out with values and dreams. As days pass by, we grow older, reality hits us every day, and we start compromising slowly. We lose faith in all that is noble and pure. We become those rocks and walls that don't react. Would it have been better to shout and yell than be quite and accept?

Some of us go to work every day because we get paid. Some of us get married because we are old enough and we have to answer people otherwise. The same people who denounce politicians for corruption prefer bribing traffic police to paying fine. Okay, it is hard earned money saved. What about our soul? Wouldn't we have to protect the dignity of our soul in every action? Or is dignity too big a word? Wouldn’t every action of ours leave behind some fragrance?

I remember that kid sitting on the cozy couch promising herself that she would never let that happen to her, that she would never give up on all that is noble and pure. Much of life is yet to unfold itself but I have seen some dark waters and I know that temptations are many and it is not easy to not give up. It never was!

almost!

I woke up to a dream of snakes, haunting enough
That I feel I am entering some disaster zone

Very early in the morning, I could feel the fatigue when I boarded the bus

What did I know, just around the corner
I would witness an act of kindness

That would make my heart almost dance with joy

Even if I am walking into a tornado, I thought,
I wouldn't mind for I am happy
And I would wear a smile in my heart

I was only standing by but
I feel like buying her a bouquet of white flowers
And saying 'thank you', if only I could

I look out the window, there I see,
Light blue sky with occasional white clouds,

One or two birds flying free and high,
Making me jealous
And I almost smile loudly

Just when I thought this was almost perfect
I almost missed my stop,
In the middle of the road busy with racing cars,
Scribbling my thoughts on the mobile,
Looking at the wheels of the trucks passing by,
I wonder what the tornado could be.

Life that is not!

Memories, borrowed from another life,

for you are too fragile to make new ones.

Rented place, you walk through, you call home,

for you are too scared to build your own,

scared of all the broken homes, scars, and wounds.

Dreams, only when you sleep,

for you are too wise to build castles in the air.

Pray, if you have to, for freedom from yourself!