Please, don't carry your pain and burdens into the new years. This is the end of the year, not the end of your problems but that doesn't mean that you have to keep bad memories in your heart. Let go, be free and live life in the moment and not in the past. Make and keep wonderful friends. Remember that you're well loved, don't forget.
I've been questioning my atheism lately. Maybe, mid-twenties can do that to you. Trying to find a purpose, a greater meaning, has always been the core of human evolution. All those memories and instincts buried deep inside our DNA, resurfaces sometimes. It's strange, even after all the logical reasoning and possibilities, how we find comfort in some prehistoric bunch of lies. We always had a thing for stories, right?
Our universe is 13.7 billion years old, from the big bang to this exact moment. One way to see it is the fact that the universe took 13.7 billion years to mold you into this existence. Or another way is, you're here now and you won't be here after a few more years.
You wake up You eat You go to work You talk to some strangers about your life Then you work again You go back home You eat You sleep
Maybe you'll fall in love, maybe fall out of love. get married to some stranger and die.
I feel like we are ghosts chained to these mundane laws, and that is why people try so hard to find a damn meaning to this sadistic life.
More people you talk to, the lonelier it gets. It gets harder to keep up with their stories. All of the favorite colors, songs, things that make them happy, or sad even the deep dark secrets they chose to tell you at two in the morning. About six years back, someone told me about how infinities are tiny little things that you often fail to see. It never made any sense to me at that time. But In this ever-changing world where you feel the urge to keep up with every damn thing, I guess it's making much more sense.
A friend of mine told me how she doesn't miss the part of herself that felt the need to explain herself to everyone. The need to say sorry when you don't text back or the need to explain why you left. Maybe it's all part of growing up Maybe it's the bad economy and politics putting pressure over your head Maybe it's alright when you leave people behind. After all, this messed up growing up bullshit, I think the relationships that always stay are the ones that you find in the early stage of life. Everyone else is just random strangers with an interesting story. That's the thing about stories, they end in full stops (most of the times).
this numbness that you feel at two in the morning, is the collective insomnia of everyone that looks for answers at the strangest times.
as the clock makes another sound, you're one step closer to an uncertainty. we search through the endless thoughts, for a definite answer to kill the pain, but it finds abode in the weakening heart.
of all the why's and the what's we couldn't figure out, I wonder how some colored pills found the right way to happiness
perhaps, we've become some ghosts chained to the mundane ways, getting rusted, decaying like the opaque buildings that we live in.
Over colorless scars on my heart A million stories find a subtle home Voiceless are its words, priceless its essence Selfless are my stories, with pain so immense
I tried writing a lot 'bout my pain Barely words drizzle, rarely they rain Each incomplete poem, all abandoned drafts Teach me how to love, scribbling beyond craft
All devices poured together, Never made a single verse Along premises of signing birds I wrote poems most diverse
Nature is my only teacher An only guide of fair nature Colourful maybe it's caricature Magic still its silent feature
Yellow and green, those flowers unseen Dangling lilacs, dancing roses Fallin' mangoes, a taste proposes Scented smell of soaked soil Takes away heart's turmoil
Just an evening with my friends In our trembling treehouse Where everyone happily pretends To be a cat, or become a mouse
We chase each other, in and out Let's laugh, live and lovingly shout Nobody knew our whereabouts Lovely was life then, no doubt
I miss my childhood love, my seesaw In the park, about to dark, evening on rise White uniform now brown, I lay down Stars are my silent dreams, my mind in skies
Closer to its garden, was a lost library Tagore on its walls, Gandhi in its gallery Words have their magic of own, I read upon a stationary stone I found words scribbled there, it's a prayer "Words never die, so ever alive is a writer No matter how dark is time Words turn my soul brighter"
I couldn't select a book right then Never saw so many books once I left this choice to my hands, eyes closed I picked a book, it felt smaller in my hands Soon I opened eyes, at Gulzar my eyes land Listening to songs was love, Now living in them was life.
It was a normal day, but now's a special date I heard a poem travelling through air Layer by layer, in ears poem disappears That voice still resonates in me, He was Kumar Vishwas, on the TV set His words, his voice, his poem, just perfect
With love for his poems, I torn a page out Pen glided over my emotional glaciers Verses melted out of them, my first poem Flowed on paper like a drop of water I discovered an unknown world within me Upon the paper I become truly free Soaring in my endless universe World is just a rhyme, my life just a verse
Stories were not my cup of tea, 'till I see How stories stay with me, Like a fish in deep sea Fiction truly comes back, to reality everyday "For you a thousand times over" when a writer does say Khalid Hosseni, a name needless to speak 'bout A master who taught me, how to life are words brought
Humpty Dumpty and Twinkling stars You remind me of friends, I had lost They were so precious, I want them back But friends, Friendship's not free of cost
It's too late already My masters will now visit me Let me close the doors, open windows A new book in my hands, I'm ready to dive in Reading is my first love, nothing can replace a novel Well, It's better unsaid, there are still a million tales to tell
Knocking doors to my heart, Words travelled a long path Let them become a part of me Let me dive in deepest sea Let me live with purest glee
Where my imagination finds help Is the best place to loose myself.