strange!

Have you ever wondered why we meet the people we meet? Are we all wandering in space and somehow we collide with each other just like the extraterrestrial objects? Is there a reason why people meet?

It’s that magnetism one rarely feels towards another human being. Here I am not talking about love because I would probably never understand that feeling and I have decided to leave it alone, at least for a while. I am talking about total strangers, the ones you see and instantly you feel very fond of them. Then they leave just as easily as, well you can’t say "met you" for you really didn't meet. You have hardly spoken to them. You never really looked in the eyes. But somehow you felt connected to them. 

I read an article on TOI that said that probably such fond strangers are your dear ones from another life. How would you ever know? Probably some things are best when left alone.

Most of the times what remains of any relationship is the memory of the departure. But with this fond stranger, the only memory is of meeting him/her, not of going away. That's why, it forms the fondest of memories, they remain the fondest of people.

And you smile

That bitter taste of lemon

Like a river flowing downhill, mere water

That accomplishes nothing

Another kite cut heartlessly

Where do I collect the remnants of that colorful flight

In this hollow dark night

A big lie, when they say

It’s all in the journey

Only meant to pacify the losers

There never is a middle ground,

Either you make it or you don’t; history will tell
Only that your run was not good enough

Did I actually see it

Or was it just another mirage in my desert
Beautiful but not a part of my story any more

And you smile, is it the end of a road

Or that of a journey, unkind future
to give a small hint.

This ain't my story

I don't say that these words are my own
Or that they have never been written before
All I say is that this is how I feel

Judge me not for nothing is completely true
For what you see is what you want to see

Love me not for what you feel is me in a distant past
For thoughts change, people change

Beyond the last blue mountain

All those who made it

Beyond the last blue mountain

I wonder, if your route took you through

The same valleys and winds

That block my sight and flight

Colored candies, beautiful gardens

Joyful evenings, and sweet talks

Were they offered to you as well

Just before the last blue mountain

Did you moan at all that was there for taking

And you did not take

Did you rejoice when you heard

The drum echoing in the distance

Did your heart stop beating

When you saw the last blue mountain

Did you live long enough to

Bask under the sun

Beyond that last blue mountain.

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.

Lost souls

I don't know what the hell is going on
Not in my mind, not in the world around me
But I am omniscient!

Though I am a tortoise who works slowly and steadily
I watch movies instead of running the last lap
But I am ambitious!

I can't tell a friend from a foe
I have broken hearts with no regret, I have trusted fools worth no penny,
But you could trust me!

I see so many pictures, in the same old painting
I like a different color, on a different morning
But blue is my favorite color!

Hold on

What you have been looking for could be just around the corner
So hold on, when the road seems endless
And you don't see any sign boards

Hold on, when the whole of world is dazzling with light
And you sit all alone in your dark room
Doing things that may mean nothing at the end

When everybody seems to question you,
And you don't have no answers, yet
All you ask is how much is too much, hold on for a while

Give it all you have got for it's your last shot at glory
Sleepless nights, dry weekends, tasteless food
It ain't gonna end so soon, and you ain't the only one, so hold on