Here we are..

Here we are
Standing at the edge of the cliff
Looking into each other's eyes
Contemplating life or love

Well it doesn't matter
What the world thinks of us
It doesn't matter, what they say
Block the voices and the stares
It's just you and me now

Here we are
Hand in hand, where ever we may go
Satisfied with what we have
Imagining our tommorrow

Maybe, tomorrow

Would you come with me
Let's run into the midnight
Just, you and me
Waiting for the dawn to come

You, with your guitar
Me, with my head on your shoulders
Tapping our feet lightly
Accompanying the midnight breeze

We'll talk of things plain and simple
We'll laugh about our many flaws
You and me, just two loving souls
Waiting for the dawn to come..

Spotless Mind..?

Today I saw the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”…I know…a bit too late… but then what the hell….Better later than Never…!

The movie forced me to think…about spotless minds..about what it would be to have your memories erased. What it would feel like? What would be the effects? Would I choose it? More importantly which would be the memories that I would choose to erase? How will I decide?

Would you choose those memories that haunt you? The ones where you remember being on the floor crying your heart out. The ones where you wished the earth would just open up and swallow you whole. They are the memories that keep opening your almost healed wounds. Would you choose them? Wouldn’t it be wonderful to know that you wouldn’t be as damaged now..that you wont cringe when you think of those days again. You wouldn’t have to start from scratch again….

Or would you choose your happiest moments? The one’s that make you soar in the air…The one’s that you wish would never fade away. Would you choose these? After all if you do not have the good memories the bad ones wont seem bad at all in comparison. You could never get hurt falling on the ground as you never reached the sky anyway…You wouldn’t then feel miserable when the world starts falling apart again.

Or maybe you should choose the ordinary days. The days that never meant anything to anyone. The days that you don’t remember any which ways. Those days when when everything seems mediocre, run of the mill…Maybe these days should be erased from your memory to make space for other more impactful memories. After all, what is the point of average days, memories and feelings…?

Another Poem…

I want something to hold on to,
I want something to reach out to.
In the darkest nights and loneliest days.
All I want is something to turn to
Solace, I can't find in things I love
Loneliness, I feel not, cos my heart's turned cold
Solace, I ask. Warmth, I need
No one can see my tears of pain
No one knows my fragile heart
Time seems to drag on
Tears never seem to dry
Can this get any worse, I ask
But the world seems to go on
Ignorant of my pain
Now I have fallen down
My will to go on, seems lost to me.
As the earth spins madly on
My soul, I plead, Carry on....

Faceless Arms

Without you, I have no sense of direction,
I'm like a bottle lost in the sea.
Its at times like these, that I look to you,
For faceless arms to take me through.
Sorrow and misery in your arms fade.
I say to you, my love,my aid
When at night I turn to sleep,
With my blankets and pillows to keep
Vigil at my restless slumber,
For faceless arms I wish tonight,
To hold my body against yours tight
Faceless arms I yearn for you,
For comfort, strength and courage too.
Within those arms I know no foe,
Within those arms I am home.
Faceless arms, I know you'll be,
Entwined around my memories.

Freedom….

 If wings were mine, I would fly

To a place far far away,

Where trouble is but very far.

I'd take my time and stay awhile

To feel the beauty of the virgin land.

Time will pass, a minute not soon

My laughter will echo till the moon

Happiness and joy around

I'd feel the sun and the ground

Stretch my arms and reach the sea,

Pluck the cherries from the tree.

Round and round I'd go about,

Skipping and jumping, all forgot.

If wings were mine, I would fly

To a place far far away.

I'd hope my friends were very near,

To share the bliss of all this here.

Epiphany on a Rainy Day!!!

A coffee in my hand and a book in the other. Yawning I take a look out. The weather is as pleasant as it can get in Mumbai. And for all my life I cannot forget the way Mumbai looks after a shower.

The sun though is at its highest point, the heat it gives is shadowed by the incessant rain. It seems for today the rain has won over the mighty sun. Its on days like this that I miss having company. Having the chatter of people around me. Though it is at quiet times like this that I am inspired to put pen to paper or shall we say fingers to the keypad and type out my random thoughts.

Like many before me I am today riddled by the question.."What is my purpose in life?” ..And I know that like many before me the answer does not lie in just an answer. There will never be an answer that will ever fully explain our purpose on earth. Or what we are supposed to achieve or gain from this journey of life. And today it seems I have found an answer. An answer that at least for the time being satisfies me.

The thing is, sometimes the simplest of things explain what even the greatest philosophers cannot explain. And for me today that answer came by looking at a blade of grass. While looking out of the window I spotted a blade of grass. And I had an epiphany. That I am supposed to be the best that I can be. Nothing more, nothing less.

When I looked at that grass I could only imagine what its purpose cold be on earth. And I realized that it just had to be a blade of grass. It was meant to sway in the wind, and bear the brunt of the wind. It had to feel the raindrops falling on it and just be there. That was its purpose. It was supposed to be there just outside my window, as a part of a view that will be mine to see when I choose to. It was not meant for any thing great. But at the same time its greatness lay in the fact that it was there without complain, without question.

That was what I realized could be my purpose on earth. To be there. To just be there, without question or complain. To be there when the time comes for me to do something. To be all that I can be without regret and with pride.

You.....

How is it that you can get away with that. For you everything seems forgiven. You know where your powers lie. And make no bones of using it. You are blinded by your own aura. You cannot see the world lesser mortals live in. You sit on a high throne judging the others. Parting to right and left the have’s and the have not’s. I keep wondering. when it is my turn where will I stand?

Sadly I see myself drawn to you. I know you mean only trouble but I keep aligning myself towards you. Every time you laugh I feel myself smiling, even though I do not know what it is you are laughing at. I find myself straining to hear the words you often speak. I watch every movement you make and interpret it my own way. Your many facets has me all enchanted. Yet I know there is something within that piercing eyes of yours, a person yet unseen. You try to hide it from all the others waiting for the right one to reveal yourself to. 

I keep looking for that special some thing. Some thing that will mean that what I feel is true. If only I could follow you for the rest of eternity.  May be then I will begin to know who you are. May be by then I will have gotten over your magical ways. May be then I would not be so disillusioned by your perfect ways.

Introspection

You know how sometimes a simple, well meant compliment can hit a raw nerve.It makes you look at yourself and re-evaluate. You begin to wonder why it is that you cannot see for yourself what others can see for you. You begin at first to question the intention of the complimenter. You think that all that was said was to make you feel better. But then again you think why did the person have to? You didn't ask for their opinion. The person was never obligated to say anything. And yet he complimented you. May be then there is some truth to what he says.And that is actually when the hurt sets in. And you wonder why it is that you can't see these things for yourself. Why it is that in spite of all the words of praise you lack belief in yourself. You fail time and again to see the person you truly are. You begin to think how you landed here in the first place. You begin to introspect.

You realise that you have become cynical. Unappreciative of yourself. Sometimes too hard on yourself. That you have in many ways failed yourself by never giving importance to yourself. You took whatever was given to you, without asking for more. You thought that with time things will come to you. That you yourself will change. How wrong!!

You realise that is people fail to see who you really are it is only because you have hidden it from them. They take efforts to get to know you but you turn them down. They are not mind readers. They are not going to go out of their way either. If you wish them to see what you truly are then you have to show them the way.