Mom, you are missed!

Remember you allowed littering the pencil scrapes on the floor?

Sometimes you said, those would be picked in the morning,

sometimes you said, it's late, just keep studying.

Yet, sometimes, as a matter of fact, you smacked my head, 

or, your eyes would penetrate my soul for the same act,

Where are your manners, you would ask? 

And, I could never understand the task:

Should I pick or should I leave? 

Should I study or should I clean?

You were strict, yet lenient; 

your mere presence made life convenient.

It got confusing when you left, it still confuses me a lot.

Every time I sharpen a pencil, I deeply remember how...

How could you be so unreal when you were real?

And how are you so real, when you are not here?

<3 <3

Age

Whether you decide: to live or to survive,

Whether you think: to contribute or lie on the side,

the life goes on, irrespective of your choice,

Making a choice is also a choice you make,

Make sure you live life, not just age... 

Willing to Will

Those who rise when their kingdom is torn,

sent into exile, their hopes and dreams gone.
Forced to leave forever or face the wrath,
warned to hide or subjected to death.

But they choose to cling on to the light,
with their undying desire to fight,
to live life, and the ‘will’ to survive.

They know the truth, and,
the true meaning of belief,
for they’d won before the defeat.
Now they refuse to rest or lose,
fighting against all odds they choose.
They will rise again from the ashes of their dreams;
because ‘Will’ is everything they'd ever need.

The "Me" Confusion

If I don’t understand myself,
am I lazy? or too complex may be?
There are many ‘me’s inside me,
with one another they mostly disagree.
I’ve seen this world with my own two eyes,
Understanding it, I seek help more often than I realize.
The social settings guide my path on many occasions,
the vastness beyond comprehension causes a lot of confusion.
To move forward, I’ve always needed more than just me,
help, suggestions and decisions from all directions have helped define me.

These are who exist inside me,
call it confusion if you may, but they are a part of me.
I may be difficult to understand,
that is because I exist beyond the idea of just ‘ME’!

Ambrosia

I search for ambrosia,

not for me, for my soul;

But, my poor soul...

It longs to live-

to smile to the rising sun,

and jump with fun,

eat till stomach is heavy,

and sleep like a baby.

Little does it know, 

I aim for a better life:

For me, for her; 

for now, for future.

Sorta room-of-requirements, 

stacked up with all the essential ingredients.

But my poor soul, satisfied with a little,

calls me fool, and marks me as brittle.

How should I explain, what should I say?

A basic life, for an extraordinary person...nay, nay, nay.

She refuses to share a nod of agreement,

and calls my life a rat race to false fulfillment.

.

.

.

I would prove I was right,

and stand by my words with all my might.

Hell, damn life didn't give me a chance,

Destiny brought me in for a death-dance.

As close as my gadgets were, my dreams were still in my eyes,

The materials that I gathered, lie lifeless under the sky.

And, my soul, still reminds me of my ambrosia,

sneering at the idea of the perfect life I had.

A full stomach, and a creative mind,

A healthy body, and to be kind,

A hand to hold, a heart full of smiles,

the meaning of life, now I realize.

Oops, I am dead! Too late to regret.

 

I miss you too Mom..

The night I held you Mother,
my head resting on your cuddly stomach.
I have those words etched to my very soul, 
that took my power to speak, leaving a lump in my throat.
I remember your wet eyes, when you said...
"Baby...I dreamed of you the other night,
chatting and laughing, sitting by my side.
However, I knew it was just in my heart,
and you were at your hostel, miles apart.
I cherished its very sight and smiled to myself that night.
And even when it dawned on me that I was dreaming,
I refused to open my eyes...
AT LEAST I HAD YOU TO HOLD ME,
EVEN THOUGH IT WAS A DREAM."
and then you cried...

And, I still cry on many nights...

I Am, and I'll be...

Dreams might not come true the very day I wake up,
But the day I stop working, I know there would be none.
Me and my dreams can't survive on an island of misery, 
So, it is I who should decide to be or not to be.

Not to be is such an easy thing,
Getting lost in crowd, not knowing a thing.
Should I choose to be where life takes me?
Because choosing nothing is a choice afterall!

I've to decide my own course,
Even if it means being inspiration's only source.
Because when there is none, I've to be the only One.
So, I choose to BE and I always WILL BE...

:^)