They say," change is the only constant thing..."
And she changed...
As her soul danced between the four seasons
From feeling powerful to the most miserable person
She felt everything...everytime.

There were times when summer flourished
When she took dips in the ocean of stars
And danced the nights away with the fireflies.

But she enjoyed the winter more
Where the winter rains calmed her
And the Dark and Cold felt as her own people.

But before she met them...the maple tree in her garden
was changing colors...from green to orange
She picked up the fallen maple leaves
and played among them.
As she saw everything around her fading away...
She felt autumns were beautiful,
Because she had to be dead to feel live again.

The time passed by...
I remember her sitting...eating her cake
Waiting for the winter to end and spring to come
Waiting to sing songs under her cherry blossom.

I guess..its never the end,
The end is the start of the new beginning
The beginnings wait for the ends to come.
Even if you slept tired and hopeless last night...
Today the break of dawn
will mark a new energy and hope for you.
The end of a catterpillar is...
beginning of the life of a beautiful butterfly.
The methods change as ideas wheel around minds
But the basic principle never ends.
So...I guess it's all connected!
We all are growing and meet thousands of people
But...very few stay...
If it all ends up with someone
Either you find yourself or a new person finds you...
The loosened ropes of one relation
tightens it up for another...
And this way it goes on.

There is nothing like good or bad,
I guess this world is something above that.
The things which were repulsive
and horified me as a child
are conventional in this world.
It was just me...a kid, splitting up
this world into good and bad.

She believes, there is always a shade of light
even in the darkest places.
She feels, even the darkest hearts
have light of love alive in them.
Even if it's itty bitty...
But it is always there.

I saw a girl in that unknown land
Wearing a grey hoodie and a black mask
She was just walking to a location unkown
I felt a wreck was inside her
And everyone judged her
But the truth was...millions of things
were happening inside her.
And she didn't know where
she had reached?

I gave you space in my home
I gave you my bed to sleep
I gave you my food to eat
I did everything
But what did you do?
But you...Ugh!
You split all that water on my bed
And created a mess in my kitchen
And broke all the things
But! you know it's not your fault
That's how you are!

I was upset
So I packed your stuff
and kicked you out!
And now I hope, you
never try to come back
this way!

Friday                                                           ­                11:45a.m
Earth's oldest band: Thunder was having a concert on clouds
And raindrops wearing anklets
danced in her verandah
The wayward wind tickeled the branches
of Gulmohar tree,
And the newborn leaves wondered who it was?
There she was...in the warmth of moment
listening to the untold stories of faraway lands.

Even angels have devil's heart
She can't understand
what's happening?
She has got no control over it!
All the kindness and mercy have left
It's dangerous to mess with her now
A fire is burning inside her.
And she wants the flames to go higher!
Her heart is all black.
It excites her and she is loving the way it feels.

A person with a turban and long hair
That is how people locate us
But we are lot more than that...
It's our values and the teachings of Guru Granth Sahib
that make us shine bright!
As Guru Nanak Dev Ji gave us the value of Vand Chakko,
We can't discriminate because
Guru gave us the value of Langar
where everyone sits together to have food in Gurudwaras
without consideration of caste, creed, race or gender.
All we know is that the blood of all humans is red
And that reason is enough for us to treat everyone equal.
We have been nurtured with the values of Kirt Karan and Naam Japan.
That keeps us on the right path of hard work.
Gurbani flows in our blood.
Our Guru made us strong!
As Guru gobind Singh ji said," The one who goes through injustice is wrong but the one who sees injustice is worst!"
So neither we take it nor we see it!
Everytime we say Waheguru...we believe God is one.
Our beautiful long hair are a symbol of our faith...
Which are covered by tubans that are not only mere
pieces of cloth...
But make us Kings and Queens.

All the memories float in front his tear blind eyes
As his father steps in heaven.

On some days,
I feel like clouds raining
I feel like listening to music
I feel like whispering my secrets and poems
to my diaries.
I feel like... going on adventures to solve the
mysteries behind the dreams I see every night.

How could they expect from her to love?
When she was always in the battlefield with her armour on
At a war with her own demons...
Always filling her wounds with the confidence that
She was bigger than her demons
And that one day...she'll take the control.