Why I Write...

I don't write cause i have to, i don't write cause i should, i don't write cause i need to, i just write cause i feel like it... I'm not a writer by profession, i'm not a writer by decision, i'm not a writer by compulsion, i'm not a writer by any means, but i just write what my thoughts ask me to.. Half of u don't want to read it, many of u don't like to read it, some of u don't even think bout readin it, yet i send it to u cause i wanna share my thoughts with u n i'm sorry if i force u into readin somethin u don't wanna read...

Abstract....

It started like a dream. It had to. Everything in this world starts the same way. It is like living in a city, having no roads, covered entirely in water. To commute from one place to another, you have to jump into the water, and only after you are in the water, can you make out how deep it is. The dream could pretty well turn out to be a nightmare, but to know whether it is one or not, you have to continue living the dream. Yet, this time something was different. There was a change somewhere, somehow, and although it could not be seen, I could feel it everywhere around me. The change could be good, or it could be bad, yet what it gave at this moment was hope. Hope is a peculiar thing. Hopes can die, they can cease to exist as suddenly as they appear, but still whilst they live, they fill you with a sense of optimism and security that is hard to find elsewhere.

Another Day...

Another typical day in my journey..
Another one minus the bliss,
Am still holding on to the edge..
Hanging on the precipice,
No one around to care..
None missing me each moment,
Yet I miss them so much..
It's as though I can feel the scent,
No one to think I matter..
None for whom I'd be special,
Yet for me every thought is fresh..
Living every past moment is essential,
No one to believe I can do it..
None for whom only I'd be,
Yet for my feelings..
They could only be,
No one for whom I'm the only one..
None for whom I define love,
Yet my heart beats on..
It tries to defy every shove,
No one to finish the pain..
None to wipe off the tears,
Yet my eyes don't give up..
They are determined to flood the fears....

Why???

Why doesn't anything last forever
Why does it have to end,
We only get memories to savor
When every moment takes a bend..
Why can't we always smile
Why do we have to be sad,
We only get a fake happy profile
When every moment ceases to be rad..
Why don't people always care
Why is it always a momentary act,
We only just get a moment to spare
When we are forced into the friendship pact..
Why don't we get the love we want
Why do we have to live in pain,
We only get our fakeness to flaunt
When it is what is left to make us feel sane..
Why don't we a get a harmonious long life
Why do we always have to be tied to this buckle,
We only get to relive the strife
When life comes back a full circle....

Friends

There are so many people around
Some we call foes and others friends,
Yet there's always a similar kind of sound
Not a voice distinct and no different blends..
Everyone defines a new relation
The promises made are varied and different,
Yet they fall into the same classification
The implementation of all promises is so coherent..
The insides of our souls we bare
Thinking we know them too well,
But it is all a spout of momentary care
The problems are not theirs' to dwell..
We want to know them inside out
Just like they know us at the end of the day,
But they just don't want to leave a doubt
So they take your soul and walk away..
These are the people we call our friends
Foes these days are just not required,
Cause when we end up tying all the loose ends
We find friends are such that are certainly not desired...

The Feeling That Is...

The feeling comes back to haunt you
no matter how far away you try to run,
It goes down and rises again
never failing once just like the Sun..
You try to shut it out
try to become immune to it,
And yet it infects you again
making you sick to the pit..
You try to ward it off
try to make time a scapegoat,
And yet it knocks you off your feet again
making you realize you're sailing in that same boat..
You try to pass it by
try to follow yur own way,
And yet it blows you off
making you it's companion n again back into it you sway..
You try to let it go
try to shake it off your soul,
And yet it clings onto you
making you act as it wants just like a ghastly ghoul..
You try to close your eyes
try to figure out how to escape the feeling that you seek,
And yet it strengthens in your heart
making you realize what it is and moistening yur cheek....

Expectations

Expectations are like the worst diseases...
You suffer from an even more painful relapse every time you think you've recovered completely...

Friendship

It remains a question mark,
The cloud just ceases to lift...
The surroundings continue to be dark,
The dilemma of friendship does not drift...
You can talk to someone,
Feel better at times...
You only realize when you're done,
The talks were just as worthy as mimes...
You can be made to feel wanted,
Even get a little bit of care...
Yet you end up being haunted,
Cause even that is in return of a fare...
You can recount all your happiest moments,
Relate them all to it...
But when you recall all the sad deterrents,
Friendship again seems to have done it's bit...
You can call it a revelation,
It may make you happy and complete...
Then it also fills you with expectation,
Friendship as a definition continues to be obsolete....

Deserted..

I'm standing in the middle of this desert, searching for any sign of life, all hope that I ever had, being thwarted by the dusty wind very very slowly, an inch at a time. It's as though nature is playing a game, enjoying to see me being helpless so much that she's vowed to make me more and more helpless with every passing second. I search all around, looking for a sip of water to quench my ever growing thirst, that slowly rises to a new level, and finally gives way to fear.

I want to drink water and give a new lease to my thirsty throat, I want to breathe fresh air that isn't impregnated with sand, I want to talk to someone and find a companion for my journey, yet I'm doomed it seems to the loneliness of this desert, the thirst of my desire not meant to be quenched, no oasis to be found anywhere on the horizon, and I'm overcome by fear.

The fear of dying here, in the middle of this huge desert, inconspicuous to the entire world, ready to be lost within the arms of the desert, just another ordinary lonely grain of sand with the thought of a mirage of expectations, that ceases to exist.

Loneliness

Loneliness is the stigma that catches you with a million maladies to pour out, but bereft the audience of a single listener....

The Realization

We tend to lose our sleep cause of a petty fight with a friend,
What about those who keep awake all night cause injury doesn't let them sleep..
When we break up with our girlfriend it seems life is comin to an end,
What about those who have rods and tubes sticking out of every part of their body and a hundred machines beep..
Tears pour out of our eyes when with our near ones we don't blend,
What about those whose pain is so immense that they have no option but to weep..
We can be mindless of others or care for those whom we intend,
What about those moments when our eyes moisten for people we don't know and yet the feeling of pain runs so deep...

Friendship

Every other friendship that exists in this world is just another cliche.. It exists so that the formality does not cease to exist...

Ending

All things come to an end sooner or later.. It's just dat da things dat make u smile end faster n all others seem prolonged...

Dreams

Dreams are a peculiar thing...
Often we want those to come true which we see with our eyes open, and are afraid of those that come when our eyes are shut....

Pity is...

Pity is...
When you share your joys and sorrows with someone but get only a hollow response,
Pity is...
When you care for someone so much that you could give your life but only get misconceptions in return,
Pity is...
When everything you ever said is made to stand up against you as if it were the biggest lies of your life,
Pity is...
When every feeling you ever had is a betrayal to your own soul,
Pity is...
When you love someone so much and that person just fails to understand what love is all about,
Pity is...
When in a moment your fantasy comes crashing down and despite all your protection you are unable to save it,
Pity is...
When your life is a desert and every oasis is just another mirage.....

Story

Every story is synonymous to a coin.. Only one side makes a difference n da other side remains inconspicuous...

Truth

The only problem with speaking the truth is that it seldom is as powerful and influential as a lie for a majority of the people....

Goodness

All good things in dis world are temporary...it is better to savor them while they exist, than to rue them when they're just memories..

Smile

A smile can either be a reflection of true happiness or it can be da veil for da tears we behold...

Me

I'm a person n i'm known by my deeds,
but in death it's of misdeeds that my life bleeds...
I'm a writer n i'm using my pen with vigour n rage,
but even when the ink finishes all i've managed is a fresh page...
I'm a bird n i'm flapping my wings at a speed that's too fast to gauge,
but when i tire off i realize i'm bound in a cage...
I'm a painting n i'm full of every colourful hue,
but when the artist finishes he just wants to paint me anew...
I'm a dream n i'm living to give you hope,
but when you wake up you want to tie me to a rope...
I'm not a person n i'm not one at all,
but i'm just a shadow..a silhouette by the wall......