For you..

I love the days I went to school with you,
I miss the days when I missed college with you..
I love the talks we talked during our walks,
I miss the silence we understood at any time of the clock..
I love the jokes I laughed at with you for years,
I miss your smile that wiped off my tears..
I love the songs whose lyrics confused you,
I miss the calls with you on morning’s dew..
I love the thought of you with me,
I miss the essence of you with me..
I pray that conviction replaces this odd formality,
With our pure friendship’s serenity..
I pray our friendship stands the test of this time,
And it grows stronger and fonder and more special in our lives..
I pray the world’s happiness for you,
And that we share our sorrows and joys
Even beyond when eternity lives life’s last clues….

I slept to the lullaby of life..
Slumber woke me up into the heaven of my dreams..
Where my mind was the calm of breeze,
Vision was the clear of crystal..
Heart had the love of my dear
Life was the realization of my heartfelt desires..
And I slept my dream into life.

I woke up to the sweet smile of my mother.
The warmth of her touch melted my eyelids,
The jingle of her voice sang the grogginess away,
The care in her manners washed away any fears of uncertainty,
The spark in her eyes promised me the world of happiness.

I walked out into the shine of the Sun,
Soothing was the green of the grass
Pleasant was the hue of dawn sky.
Infectious was the chirpiness of birds,
Captivating was the innocence of early morning school going eyes.

The serenity of morning matched the flavor of nocturnal bliss,
Giving me the impetuous to live my wish.
I walked towards my dream
With gallons of confidence and efforts umpteen..

But when I thought the roses were around,
The thorn pricked and I couldn’t even make a sound.

It is the pain I have to bear
It is the wound that self has to nurse and care.
It is the war I have to fight,
It is the win that needs all my might.

So what if the road is dark,
My hope is my light..
So what if the time is harsh,
Deeds will race the time.

The prick of the thorn is hurting harder,
Instigating me to run faster..
To my world of dreams
Where there is heavenly beauty, yet unseen..

Ohh..I can’t bear the pain anymore..
I am dying to reach the shore
I am tired..but not out..
I will fight it out..
I will run faster and harder and faster
And soon life will be rose petals on platter..
And then I will say to my spirit..
‘Way to go dude…U have done it!!!!!’

'Life is a roller coaster ride..The thrills of sudden lows give way to the excitement of the upcoming highs..One who has the courage to face its lows is the one who is entitled to its joys.. One life….live it by loving it…’

The mystery of life

While I was entering into the most exciting phase of a person's life- the teen age, the first change I noticed in myself was that I started suffering from an asthamatic attack, which subsided not by oxygen but by novels..and that too mainly mystery. When I once asked the librarian for the best mystery novel, she directed me to Sherlock Homes. and that man impressed me so much that even if I would misplace a pen, i could feel as if I was suffering from split personality and would start thinking like Mr. Homes..there was no mystery which he and his assistant could not solve..except one.. and that one i realised when I was on the other side of the teens and had seen a fraction of the real life from my eyes wide open, the curtain of fantasy removed from them..and that one was 'the mystery of life'..