My First

Dear Marianne, Sometimes, when the path ahead                     seems unclear, And the terrain all around                     feels not so dear; Stop, take a deep breath,                     and a moment to realize; "It could have been worse."                     says the old and the wise. For, this too shall pass,                     and pass it will Open wide your arms, breathe in,                     & walk up to the window sill; Look at the stream below                     flowing relentlessly night and day; Reminding that things must move on,                     li...

When you're sad at heart, And want to share; When you're closed inside An opening is all you care, When the mood is hefty, And would need a lighten; When the times are tough And situations need a brighten, When you feel lonely, And some company won't bother; When life is constrained And would love to talk rather, Remember me O lady, Me is up you know; Whenever ye want to see me ...Do let me know.

She loved her, and so did he. It had been a while since they talked, They see each other; his throat aches, he doesn’t say a word, But how could he,    the things he was going through! ‘He doesn't care.’, she thinks. He was a person whom she couldn’t be happy with. Maybe she was right. She tells him to go to sleep. Suddenly, he felt like a person with a rope around his neck, just on the brink of suffocation. He tries staying strong, he tries not giving in ‘He doesn't care.’, she thinks. He was a person whom she couldn’t be happy with. Maybe she was right. She tells him to go to sleep. The suffocation wasn’t new, but the distance was, Piercing through him, weakening him,  every moment. He just wants to rest, but insomnia creeps in. ‘He doesn't care.’, she thinks. He was a person whom she couldn’t be happy with. Maybe she was right. She tells him to go to sleep.

The man returned from work and fell fast asleep, He dreamt of a beautiful childhood day. The sun was bright and the cool breeze brisk. The onset of spring was evident. He dreamt of meeting his childhood friends. They had planned to go cycling together into the woods. Life was a lot simpler then. No fear of losing the daily battles, no worries about what the future holds. In his dream he met God. Unable to hold himself together, he asks, "God, how do I go back to those good old days?." "Son", smiled God, "..use the gift of 'Dream' .  " Suddenly, a repetitive sound disturbed his sleep. He checked his watch. It's 6 a.m. Time to get ready for work.

Just check this out. Ignore the black thing standing in the middle of the picture and look at the small dingy which stays afloat. Imagine what it would be like to sit on that boat and enjoy the scenic all around. Look far sitting on the boat and you can see the the 'Kash' growing all through in a stretch, reminding us at once that the Pujas are nearing. The Ganges is muddy and you can almost smell her water. Somewhere hidden in the corner, there may be a crane or kingfisher searching for some fish to catch. The mild sun doesn't beat you down, instead, it appears to smoothly kiss you and spread the aroma of this enchanting time of the year. Maa aaschen! P.S- Kudos to the photographer The picture can be found at Link to picture . Do have a look.

Hi to all, this is a first in a series of short poems that I shall be writing over the course of the next few years. These are basically experiences, some real and some imaginary that I thought would be nice to pen down. Do let me know in the comments section below what you think about these. Enjoy!!  (1) Footprints on the sand of time: A heartbreak She sat there, wailing and shouting at him over her phone, Why does he not care about her? Poor girl, maybe she loved him more than he deserved She had flown off to a far away land She had given her all to him And that day they talked, they talked and talked The boy in vain tries to explain his problems The boy tries his reasons, she listens to them. It was never that he didn’t love her He knew there couldn’t be anyone better. It was his attitude to life that had created the gaps. Perhaps she understood, perhaps she didn’t And then a while later, silence took over, time sto...