A 'Loser',
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Loving someone is a confusing task.
Its that point of time when people don't really understand what they are upto.
Maybe its because, when we fall in love, we are not only driven by the modern world instincts,  but also by traits which we've inherited from our earliest ancestors.
Its an amalgam of varying emotions resulting from numerous hormones.
We get involved in the act of love either to enrich out lives or to generate lives...its all logic.
However, the simplest act of expressing or explaining this strange feeling, appears to be a mammoth task for most.
We call it 'love' just like we call God 'God', but its just a verbal pronunciation for things we don't understand, for things which are much greater than just the words...
We say 'I love you' but we mean so much more, even the most beautiful poems cannot possibly explain it properly.
Hundreds of letters written by a lover cannot compensate for the lover in person,
10000 words cannot compensate for a simple gesture or an act of love.
Words are just sounds which transmit thoughts from one mind to the other,
But in order to touch the deepest core of the brain, which is the heart, one must go way beyond the thoughts, way beyond those 10000 words.

Life's what we think of it...
Life's what we make it.
Life is indeed a mirror,
A mirror reflecting us...
Reflecting our thoughts and our visions,
Our dreams and aspirations.
Those small desires...
And those beautiful laughters,
Those weird imaginations
And those amazing destinations...
They are all a part of us...
All those people who create magic in our lives...
And all those who help us revive....
They are indeed what makes us and our life.
Those moments of joy and laughter are more valuable than we can think of.
Those human bonds are immortal and above all...
There are moments as well
Of pain and struggle,
Of injustice and betrayal...
But without them,  there is no us.
Those moments are the reason for a balance,
An indirect reason for our happiness...
Enhancing the taste of a joyous moment
And helping us learn our lessons.
They give us a share of our sadness
And make us realise the value of real happiness...
Such is our life...
A coin with many sides...
Creating a rhythm so beautiful,
And striking a beat with the great soul...

At times things get so beautiful...
Its hard to even imagine,


Its NOT a dream.

I remember that day
You told me to find YOU.

I searched and kept searching.
It felt like you were just a drop of water lost amidst the golden sands of Arabia.

I searched and kept searching,
Until I came to know you were not that drop but the sand itself which takes it's flight past time.

Capturing me in its vastness and always getting lost from my desperate grip,
I'm still not sure whether I'm just another victim or a witness to your everlasting beauty.

But just remember,
I've found YOU, as promised.

I sat on one of the brown seats and watched a lavish show...
Singers, dancers, lights, cameras....
Flowers, costumes, colours, and viewers...
Everything was perfect...
As it should be.
However, a sudden movement crossed my eyes.
Behind the curtains, I saw a girl peeking inside.
She had two tiny ribbons on her unkempt hair.
And a shabby dress she had put on.
Her twinkling eyes and naughty nose
Were the only jewels she wore.
The angels on the stage were a facade...
And here, this girl was an angel in herself.
Shining...smiling...and wondering.
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But she was driven away...
As always...
After all, she was destroying the perfection so perfect.
But, how didn't they realise, she was the only perfect piece out there?!
Her beautiful eyebrows bend themselves downward...
And her lips curved on the wrong side.
She dragged her feet and went behind.
My eyes were back on the stage where everything was so not true...
I saw people hide their pride behind the generous song of the flute.
Then, a gentle wind swept past the hall
And the curtains started dancing about.
My eyes went back to the spot where that angel stood.
I noticed, that behind the curtain something moved.
And on looking closer, I saw the angel swirling around and around.
She danced around with a laughter I could only see...
She tapped her foot with the rhythm which was her's only.
Her joy was not her's alone.
As she had given a share of it to me as well...
Her show was the perfect of all
And more so bcause of her jewels so pure...

He comes from the far away lands
Old and wrinkled,

His eyes,
The only sign of mirth.

Savage in looks,
A gentleman so good.
He still hears the oceans
The average man has never known.

They ask him about the golden deserts, the forests so lush and wild,
They scream with excitement, "Tell us about the deep seas and the winds so agile!"

He rarely listens but hears all of them,
Then what he does is, smile, smile and smile again.

Time does not wrinkle us,
As age is the mother of time.

Wrinkles are just the scars
One gets after the birth of time.

She was screaming so silently...
It made my heart ache.

That night we went out for a long drive.
Me and my beloved.
We exchanged sweet words and melodies.
We knew we were the best buddies.

Suddenly there was a blazing light.
And I saw a truck comming for our lives.
I knew it was too late...
I clutched her hands tight.
And then, for the last time
She looked deep into my eyes.
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I got up from a deep slumber.
Feeling numb, feeling nothing.
Then suddenly her body crossed my eyes.
She lied there in a pool of blood so bright.
I stood up in an instant and went by her side...
And then to my horror I saw my body lying beside.

I tried waking her up.
I attempted to take her hands into mine.
But my fingers passed through her hands so divine.
I shouted my lungs out...
But all I could hear was the silence of the night.

Then an old man...Perhaps God himself
Parked his car and took her to the hospital.
I walked beside the car which ran at infinite speed.
The next day I knew it was time for me to leave.

She slept on the hospital bed...
And illuminated the room's thousand corners.
She was the divine goddess
And I was the sinful Ghost...
She was the brightness of the lights.
I was the darkness of the shadows.

A few days later,
She was rendered physically fit.
But her heart was incomplete.
Coz during one of those good days.
I remember her giving me a piece of her heart.
For me to keep it safe and protected.
I wanted to return it.
But they didn't allow me to come down to earth.

I always knew I am a sinful man
So why did heaven take me in.
Then I remembered its becoz'
I loved her so deep.

Years pass by
And I watch her toil deep within.
Her diamond-like tears
Wet her bed every night,
And she keeps talking to me
Without getting any reply.

One day I decide to defy the heaven's rules
And walk down on the earth so beautiful.
They punish me to die everyday in hell.
But how can that be as this heaven is my hell!

I visit her during her sleep
And before returning the last piece
I kiss her forehead
And get a taste so sweet.
The next morning.
I see her smile return.
I see the girl who is jolly and fun.
She notices a locket on her neck.
A heart shaped one...with our pictures on either side.
She takes it off
But keeps it safely beside the white roses.
I am a memory now.
A beautiful memory.
But only a memory
Nothing more than that.

She soon leaves for work
But on the road she stumbles and falls.
First I run but then I stop.
A tall young man helps her up.
First she hesitates, but then takes his hand.
I smile and stand still behind.

Now she has a happy home,
And I walk the roads of hell alone.
I have gone out of your sight
And you've me out of your mind.
Thank you his beloved for forgetting me.
Thank you his beloved for saving me.

At times we find ourselves
Living that very day
Which decides our path...

I feel my 'that very day' is tomorrow.

I need to know...
Does big decisions really have the power to change lives forever?

If so, then mine will change completely...Tomorrow

I wish I could know...
If only we could remain ourselves
Could our lives direct decisions instead of decisions directing lives?

Some people believe that life is too unpredictable...
But I've been through so much unpredictability
That a predicted life seems unpredictable.

You cannot predict life but that doesn't make it unpredictable
Because these two words are not mentioned in Life's dictionary.

Tomorrow I can become poor
I can become rich
Tomorrow I can become aimless
I can become determined

I can become heartless
Or can gain a wonderful heart
I can become the master
I can become the slave

The only thing that I don't wish to become
Is someone other than myself

It's a decision within a decision
Like a dream within a dream

I decide to remain who I am
Before and after decisions...
For me it's more difficult than many difficult things...
Perhaps one of the most difficult tasks in life.

The 'big' decision may alter my path
But that 'small' decision will get me home...hopefully.

The Rage and Wrath in my soul shall burn down your black world.
The fire in it shall perish your dark soul and feed on it.

Its true, that even this tortured soul shall pass into oblivion.
But from it, a new world with clean hearts shall emerge.

Like a phoenix from the grey ashes of it's predecessor,
Like a new sun from the darkness of this never ending night.

Freedom from the cycle of life and death?!

This blessed life is as beautiful as a feather in the sky.
It might as well land on a thorny or muddy surface,
But what matters most is,
That one moment of flight...

I'd rather live a thousand lives.
Than give away this one life in efforts to end all the others.