Hide and Seek

They were but kids at heart. Joyous in their games of hide and seek. The games never ended but the zest to find each other from behind the veils and curtains did. And it was never a fault of either one, getting busier with the tremendous task of the day or rather pretending to be. They replaced the veils with masks and the curtains with walls, trying harder not to be found. Years later they wondered what was wrong and they realized that nothing was, they simply weren't the same kids anymore.

Forever

The idea of forever was a little different to him than most people. While the world counted its forever in terms of its existence, he counted his such that it surpassed time. Like the sea anemone that lived only to exist, he existed only to love, for love and life were the same thing for him. The anemone filtered the salty seas from morning till night, and he skimmed his thoughts for the sweet memories that fueled his life.

Radiance...

She watched him split the log in two, his muscles rippling with each decent of the axe.
Perhaps it was his destiny to split things, she thought with a chuckle, and he had grown better at it each passing day.
He did no great deeds of valor, or deep acts of love , but what pulled her towards him, like a moth to the fire, was the radiant sanguine soul of his, eternal and constant. Neither could she ever understand the secret behind the joy he mustered at all times, good and bad, nor did he ever take the time to explain. But she knew that the reason behind it was she herself in a way, and secretly cherished the knowledge of it. He, knowing what she believed in, kept up the radiance for her to bask in during the good times and keep warm in the bad.
For in her happiness lied his, and in his her...

Upstream

He was sitting by the riverside, on a sunny morrow, dropping pebbles in its rushing waters. On a moment of whimsy he jumped into the tremulous waters and began to swim. He pushed hard and he pushed strong, he pushed with determination and he pushed with patience. Years later though when he stopped to catch his breath, he realized that his hands were sore, the water had wrinkled his fingertips, the riverbed had cut into his arms at places too many, the fishes had gnawed away at the scars too fresh and yet all he had managed to cover was a few measly miles. He made his way to the river bed and plopped down on the smoothened stones heaving a sigh of exasperation. Soaking up the tender sunshine and  letting his head hang low he thought of why he hadn't made it as far as he had believed himself to be capable of. He cursed his weak mortal limbs, his lack of persistence and even his lack of raw talent. He cursed the cold water and he cursed the stones that ever so dug into his flapping arms. He cursed himself and all, but the simple thing that he didn't realize was that he had been swimming upstream all the while. His destiny was the other way round. He was a human after all, swimming against the current be better left to salmon of the stream. And with this realization he set out again, now in the right direction, to test himself once more...

Silhouette...

He watched her...He watched her as she walked into the sunset,  her thin frame tracing a distinct silhouette against the evening sky...
Her hair blowing behind her, strewn by the playful gust of wind. The sun shining just above her head, crowning her pure, selfless avatar with a fiery halo.
He wondered, if only he had a pair of wings that he could lend her, she could perhaps even look exactly the angel that she was.

As he let his eyes take in the beauty of her being, that he had fallen in love with a thousand times before, the same thought couldn’t escape him that had recurred so many times now. The thought that in her walking away from him so , was she leaving him or just leading the way... was she leaving him hollow, or if she wished him to follow...

And there he sat on the sand, waiting for her to stop mid step and look over her shoulder, a look of encouragement that would dissolve all his fears. But an eternity passed and yet that sun never set... nor did he see the silhouette halt. Neither did the halo excuse itself form burning his eyes a hurtful red... nor did he care to lower his gaze...

Stitches...

He was no angel and he never asserted to be one. He also knew he never could turn into one till the day he died. All he could be was himself. His being made up of small pieces of scarred imperfections stitched together into a whole with threads of good intentions. He could be bad in ways that allure and good in ways that comfort, but that would make him too perfect to resist and detrimental to his wishes of saving people the tribulations of his association. And so he persists and perseveres.

Looking Into Your Eyes...

Looking into Your eyes,
I can never see things so clear...
Yet I can see your pretty lies,
asking me there is nothing to fear...

Looking into your eyes,
I wonder if I found the real You...
I thought I once did,
But then again I had no clue...

Looking into you eyes,
what should I hold to be true?
perhaps a Lie, that you need me
as much as I need you?

Looking into your eyes,
I can see we are not fine...
Things that you are hiding,
can never be so sublime...

Looking into your eyes,
I feel there is something to lose...
As all your pretty lies,
Never fail to leave me confused...

Original date Jan 19, 2008. Facebook post.

Bleeding Hearts...

Hearts don't bleed Blood...But Love instead.
And no one knows how much theirs can lose...
Still there always shall be enough left...
for Me and for You...

Caged Free...

She smiles at me...With the bleak hope that the happiness from it might make me forget, and someday perhaps even grow fond of my cage, blind to the wires.. But she forgets that I am a free bird of the sunny sky - in Love with the tempestuous winds. And that my wings might not unfurl but my thoughts still can, and they shall always find their way back to where I truly belong... To the sun-kissed skies, in the lap of the Summer breeze.

Monsoon Muse...

Although her response is as seasonal as the dancing leaves on a winter's breeze or the wispy clouds that float in with summer, he is content waiting for each monsoon that brings back fond memories - the time spent together hiding under umbrellas to save themselves from the rain, when they forgot the world and simply lived to keep each other warm, wrapped in a steady cuddle - Above all else, he will remain as steadfast as trees under which they sat, as time is but a matter of context, where in his wasted heart will beat for her, always. To endure is a fate written for the ones with a lover's heart, and hence endure he shall.

Its About Skyscrapers

Skyscrapers are fascinating. I always found them to be so. There is more to these grey-toned chunky blocks of Concrete rocketing high up into the sky than what perceives the eye.


The reason I find them to be so fascinating is simply because Skyscrapers are like people and personalities. You lay the foundations early, and work dexterously on it one day at a time, expanding it layer by layer, nurturing it with the right amount of care, so as to build it into a strong and sturdy art piece that everyone can appreciate. Yes it is art, each one is different from the other, as every architect envisions his work differently. Its again the matter of perspectives.


We build, we expand, we nurture, but the best of Skyscrapers come crashing down in adversities. Perhaps the best laid efforts were not enough? Perhaps the resources were not at par? Perhaps the way we molded its concrete form wasn't right? Perhaps there were cracks in its being that we never managed to see? Or perhaps the earthquake was just too strong, beyond expectations and its capacities to withstand. Which exactly its too difficult to know. All we ought to do is rebuild. Rebuild a taller, stronger, higher skyscraper at the very place that shall serve as a reminder of what was, what could be, and what instead is...

New Beginnings With Old Ends

I have had a long history of making decisions too quickly. Living in spontaneity has its quirks, but like all good things in life it does come at a price. If the price be paid in terms of coin, I shan't complain, but when its people that you end up bargaining, I wish I were forewarned too about the loss in store.


Love. I have fallen fast, deep and true. Friendships. I have been lucky to treasure the few. While connecting with people, I have always overlooked the risks. Having made it a habit of seeing the best in people even when they are at their worst. You call it my foolishness. I call it my belief. A belief that everyone has the capacity. The capacity, not to surprise the world, but themselves with their infinite potentials, emotional and otherwise. And when they do, live beyond their own expectations, there is not a lovelier sight that I have seen, and it is what makes all the waiting and holding onto my belief worthwhile. If wait is what I have to do, then wait I shall...