Let The Sun in, Buddy!!

It’s a new day, a new morning. The sun-rays shone upon him finding their way through the window. Boggled, he opens his eyes, from the weary sleep that sings to him a lullaby every night.

He will today appreciate the rays of hope I bring into life every day, whispers the sun happily to himself. He will stand by the window, enjoying the cool breeze I blow onto him, rejoices the wind. He will admire my beauty; the shade I provide to the house, says the tree laden with fruits in the garden. He will listen to me sing; mesmerized by the melody he will sing along, pronounces the bird merrily.

Eagerly, they all wait for him to reach and shower him with the gifts of hope, love and life. Alas! Opposite to what they longed for, he closes the window, draw the curtains and let the darkness settle in!!

I like it this way, I like this gloominess, he murmurs. He solaced himself like a slaughterer falsely consoling a chicken, ready to be assassinated.

A young, handsome, well built man. Yet he carries a world of wounds inside.

“The universe wonders what he has taken into stride,

An epitome of pain, a surreal mystery,

He wishes not to cure the injury”.

Is he happy or just too comfortable, in the shell he has built with his own hands? Squeezing out every drop of liveliness from within, he waters his troubled soul and the ever-growing resentment. He nurtures the pain hidden, with his own forced smile.

How are you keeping, asks life to him that day. I am okay, he replies. You are too harsh, too difficult, yet I survive. Before life could say more, he shuts his ears unwilling to listen, unwilling to let things alter.

As life sadly leaves through the door, she vows to come again. The sun continues shining, the tree lovingly present her fruits to the world, the birds chirp, the wind blows rattling the window.

The disappointment people give, the hurt, indulgence in attachments foster have scattered his zest to be happy. But one day he will appreciate the beauty around; one day, he will be him again. And the wind continues blowing, rattling the window!!!

Have I Told You, How It Feels to be With You?

 Many a times I find myself sitting beside the window, listening to the blaring horns of the cars passing by, the screeching bikes; wondering, struggling hard to find what is overshadowing my happiness. My heart engulfed in endless conflicts about all what’s, why’s and how’s; I feel lost. Hours of introspection fails to reveal the deepest secrets hidden deep within my own conscience. I twist and turn in sleep for long, feeling my own palpitation; drenching in my own perspiration, yet I fail to figure out anything. 

When no solitude, no soul-searching helps, a small talk with you over coffee does. You would strike the exact chord at the precise corner of my heart; mend the broken strings and make music out of it again, singing the lyrics I have forgotten!

After a stupid act, a display of foolishness; when I feel ashamed to show myself to the world; you stand behind and pat my back. You help me repair anything that I destroy, correct me when I am wrong, yet never let me feel the pangs of guilt. When someone would point a finger, you stand beside, pronouncing to face it together. The days when I feel exhausted, emotionally drained, completely numb, the hug you give, the way you caress my face is enough to bring me back to life.

You never fail to crack jokes on the one, who left me teary-eyed and thus, make me smile again. For numerous times, we would sit and plan pranks together like soldiers prepare for war and screw the people who befool us. My rival, my foes become the same for you for absolutely no reason.

You are the one who know how stupid, foolish and talkative I am, yet you make me feel worthy and intelligent. Even when no one else could understand, you laugh at all the jokes I crack, not letting me repent the bad sense of humor I have. You sing along, no matter how badly I mess up the melody. You dance along, no matter how imperfectly I move. You make me feel perfect with the millions of faults I possess.

The same coffee seems tasteless when drank alone. Life seems dull, monotonous when you are not around. I forget the tune; I mess up the melody, yet no one sings the words along. Weeping I stand in the crowd, yet no one could see the tears trickling down my cheeks.  Only you, it’s only you who knows it all, even before I speak it aloud. You are the one, who know me, perhaps more than myself, at times. You know who you are, yet if need be to describe you; I would call you my soul-mate, my best friend!!

A toast to our friendship, our togetherness and the purity of it!!
Dedicated to Shivee!!

 Friends Forever!!!!

The Blank Pages of the New Year

It is First January, the first day of a brand new year.  A lot of people must have partied hard last night and many others must have preferred to sit at home, sleep on time and watch the sun rise in the morning.  I totally belong to the second category.

When I was a child, I would jot down all my resolutions beautifully on a chart paper, some suggested by mother, with a hope to stick to them. I would manage somehow till March, but forget all about them, thereafter. Initially, I was ashamed to discuss it with schoolmates believing myself to be the only one who lack that will power and determination, but gradually I learned it’s a problem all around the world. I learnt a New Year is not about the resolutions, but the hope it brings with it.

As a year ends, and a new begins, we hope to live a better life. We aim not only to forgive others, but forgive ourselves; perhaps the most difficult task yet. We aim for our own betterment and New Year celebrations comfort us by presenting an empty book of three sixty five pages. We resolve to correct ourselves, but if we fail, a hope to do the same next year remains. Perhaps, that is why we rejoice at its arrival. What disturbs me is, why not celebrate each day, every week, all month, throughout the year; this way! Every day, I can resolve again. As I take each day individually, I won’t feel the pressure of abiding by a rule all year, but only one day. Fulfilling them this way, would be easy. Life would be much happier if we wish Happy New Day, all the year. Why not let a new sunrise bring upon the same ray of hope, as the year?

Of course a new blank book is waiting to be written with a new story. But if it doesn't go well today, feel free to write upon a new twist, a new tale, in the very next page, buddy. After all, life is not just one story; it’s about a million of tales stitched together by one common character “you”. 

K.K. perfectly sings, ”Apne hisab se dil ki kitab pe kuch to naya likho”( on the book of heart,write something new according to your wishes)! If not today, then tomorrow, remember you have 365 chances…