Smell of the first cup of coffee
Text from a best friend
The voice of my family
And the cool morning rain

The milky chai and biscuits
The steaming hot pakode in the rain
Hot daal chawal with ghee
And curd rice with pickle

The melody of my favorite song
And the moves on the dance floor
Singing while taking a shower
And dancing with random moves

Discovering a new song
And playing it till my ears bleed
Singing the song till I find
Someone crazy about it like me

Travelling with my best-friend
And doing crazy pranks on each other
Meeting a new person
And finding we share the same interests

Finishing up of an artwork
Completing writing a poem
Reading a novel entirely
And binge watching TV series

The sound of the ocean
The feeling of sand beneath my feet
The way the waves touch my feet
And beautiful sand castles

These are some of many things
That makes me smile every day
I had many smiles today
Sharing one with you too!

I was born emanating from darkness
No bright a source could illuminate me
She was born radiating light
No dark a corner couldn’t be illuminated by her

As I grew, the darkness became intense
Blacking out the best and worst of things
As she grew, the light became brighter
Illuminating anything and everything she touched

Half the world was now bright
And the other half was, without light
We became unique in our own way
When the greatest challenge was just away

To fill the world with darkness, was mine
To illuminate it, was hers
Grandly, I started a journey towards her
Gracefully, she did, towards me

At the center of the world, we met
For the first time, that I’ll never forget
We were there at the boundary
She illuminating me, and me darkening her

It was only then we realized the truth
The eye opening, horrible truth
I had light in my darkness
And she had darkness in light

Then I understood my goal
And she understood hers
We were not different, but we were one
And our journey had long begun

Light filled my heart and darkness filled in her
We didn’t lose our qualities, but embraced the other
Together, neither of our quality did deplete
Because of us, this world became COMPLETE

Surya

Laying under the starry skies
I often think of him
Neither do I know where he is?
Nor when he would be
He shall live in this world
Long after I leave it
But not entirely gone
It is in his hands now
He might be my savior
Or the one who kills me
He is the last living person
Who shall ever remember me
Before him is a choice
That which affects me, not him
To grant me my death
Or increase my immortality
Will he choose to keep me alive?
How can I be sure of it?
Or will he grant me my death?
How can I be sure of this?
I walked on the sands of time
Hoping to leave a trail
To guide the traveling, weary souls
Of those coming after I’m gone
How does a single footprint
stand against the tide of the ocean
How does a single memory
compare to the rush of memories
Each footprint of mine
As I walked on the sands of time
Started fading behind me
Erasing the trace of me forever
And there lie my footprints
Fading, in the sands of time
Like the trace of my existence
Fading away from the world I called HOME

As I fell down on the ground
Everyone came to help me
But he sat there, unmoved
Who does this guy think he is?

I thought you’ll help me, I said
As I took a seat beside him
I really don’t care, he replied
I grew angry at that remark

I wanted to shout at him
But he’ll do the same again anyway
So I gave him a name
The man who never really cared

He sat there smiling everyday
Had a meal with us everytime
He never really cared, he said
I think that’s just what he said

As the sand in my clock reduced
And so did the light in my life
He was the first to light a candle
And led me to the next rest stop

Why did you help me now? I asked
You never really cared, I added
He gave one of his smiles
“I still don’t” he said as he left

This became a routine in our lives
So long that I started doubting his words
Did he really not care about me?
Or is it something he just said?

He was the first to help me
He was the last to leave me alone
He would rather face his death
Than see me being helpless

Was there apathy in his manner?
Or just among his words?
Contrary to his name, he was never
The man who never really cared