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Saturday, December 20, 2008

Changing Times

Changing thoughts and changing smiles,
Changing days and changing climes,
Changing shades and changing hues,
I am suffering from the “change-blues”!
Why does everything have to change? Why do relationships which were built, using the strong sturdy bricks of trust, love and mutual understanding have to grow cracks and crevices and finally crumble into rubbles of memory? Why does Fate and Providence always play with and tease us mercilessly? Constantly uprooting us from the stability and comfort of one social setting to another, making us start our life anew? I have spent thirteen years of my life at that school…thirteen years for God’s sake! Slowly carving a niche for myself in that institution. Building a personality, creating a jigsaw piece of myself so that I somehow “fit in”, becoming someone more or less everyone knew and accepted. Then bit by bit moulding one of the most important things in life- Relationships. Bonds…with teachers, classmates, schoolmates, domestic staff, even the bus driver. Each and every one who was a part of my life. They knew me and I knew them, their likes, dislikes, preferences, whims, trademark behaviour, idiosyncrasies, fears, hopes…everything was so secure, so smooth, so familiar.
Now, all that is left of those countless moments of the last thirteen years are memories and a gnawing ache in the stomach, a cold hard lump in the throat and hot searing tears always hiding behind my eyes. I tried not to let it slip by completely. I have grasped and groped vainly to hold on to those relationships, those friends, from disappearing from my life completely. But one can’t live in the past and keep up with Present’s pace at the same time. They moved on and so did I. All I can do now is pray for comfort, ask the Almighty to ease my pain…to give me new bricks to build my world anew.

To Grandpa, on his birthday

Yet another year of your life has ended
Bringing with it both sorrow and happiness, blended
So, my Dear Grandpa, I wish you Happy Birthday,
Though u don’t seem to happy today
You sit by the window brooding on days gone by,
Time and again I hear you sigh.
Today you should look back to the times, I say
When you brought on the face of a loved one, a smile, gay.
You say they no longer have any love or respect for you,
But even if they don’t, I still do.
So today I wish the world’s best Granddad,
A very happy birthday and a poem that I hope will make you glad.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

I will miss you

My second home...out of which I moved out recently. I have loved you unconditionally for thirteen years. The only day on which I was reluctant to face you was the first day...when I cried profusely, refusing to let go of my parents hands and enter an unseen, unexplored phase of my life. You gave me an identity; you molded me into who I am today. Sometimes I found consolation in just a glimpse of your red and yellow walls, your long cool corridors, the noise made by the blend of different voices (which sounded melodious to my ears), the cheerful green lawns and the tall sturdy trees. People looking at you unemotionally will call you a building, a non-living entity which will one day join the dust on earth's surface. However, who cares what others think and say...to me you will be a being which no one else has ever been to me...a mother, father, friend and lover molded into one.

Defining me

If "to err is only human"...i am the most humane person alive!

First love

He came like foamy waves
Washing the shores of my sand-parched heart...
But along with the currents you retreated
Never to return again...piercing my soul with a dart.
Friends said..(with good intentions no doubt)..."it's a passing infatuation;
Don’t pay it much attention..."
My Betters and Elders added.."You are just a child;
Don’t let your imagination run wild"....
Useless words...they failed to console me
All I could think of was he......
Many months have now passed
Unrequited love (however strong)...cannot last
Time healed my wound, keeping Her promise;
Leaving behind an invisible scar..To lovingly kiss.