Month: June 2016

The universe that we carry in us!

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Tell me, what is your story?

You said that your life was simple, Almost boring!

I know! I know of the world that you carry within yourself. A world full of wonders and chaos, of hurricanes and earthquakes. A universe of your making, adorned by your memories, fears, hopes and dreams, your quirks, things that can bring you joy, the waves of your grief, your sorrow, your pain.

So, tell me all about them. What sets your soul on fire? What makes your eyes glint with passion? What makes you nerves tick? I don’t want your hello and goodbyes, the obligatory small talks about the weather and people. I know you have deeper oceans, in which you try to stay afloat.

So, let’s skip the pep talk, and dig deeper.

I want to know your dreams, your fears. I want to see how silly can you get?

I want to know the threshold of your pain, your patience and your desire. What pushes you off the edge?

I want you to explore your world, fearlessly, as much as possible. I want your madness, your anger, your pure stupidity, your lame jokes. Talk to me about your deepest fears, your nightmares, your passion, your first crush and your last heartbreak. I want to know the extremes of your nature, the silence of the calmness that lives within you. I want to see every hue of your being, your torn edges, the incomplete dreams and the broken promises.

Talk to me about all the glances and the smiles that made you swoon and made your heart skip a beat, about the unrequited love, about disappointments, your wishes and imaginations. Tell me about your 2 A.M’s, the persona’s you blend into (heaven knows, we all have one), the unspeakable, foolish things you’ve done or plan on doing. Let me in, into your deep darkest worlds.

Unearth all that you are, I want to drown in the depth of your oceans. Don’t hold back the storm that you are, because I am not the one who runs for cover when it thunders!

So I ask again, what is your story?

In Time!

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Sam had been driving for over an hour now. It was a relief to be out of the city, away from the hustle & the bustle, the endless meetings and the rat race. The city that once was a huge part of his dream, which he called home, was now nothing more than the gateway to hell.

The only thing that kept him going was his wife, Tina. Ever since they’d found out that Tina was pregnant, she’d been living with her parents in the country, for the well being of their first child, who was now 3 months due.

Another half hour, and Sam would be back with his Cream puff.

The roads were empty, as far as the eye could see. Tall mountains and fir trees stretched on both sides at the far end of the terrain. The sun was setting, splashing the skies with shades of red, orange and deep purple. The evening breeze blew gently, carrying the autumn leaves along. It looked picturesque and surreal, like a Van Gogh painting.

Sam was driving as fast as he could, immersing himself in the depth of his solitude, lost in his thoughts.

Suddenly, he stamped his foot on the brakes. The tires screeched under pressure, and the car jerked to a complete halt just inches away from a Siberian husky that was blocking his way. The dog sat there-nonchalant, as Sam gathered his senses after a minute. He was furious at this imbecile dog.

“Get off the road, you stupid adorable thing” he screamed at it, leaning his head out of the car window. He could drive around, but was too stubborn to do so.

Left with no alternative, he got out of the car to coerce his new nemesis off the road. It had worn a dog collar that read Mr. Skittles.

“All right, Mr. Skittles, off you go!” Sam towered over the dog. Mr. Skittles looked up at him, and wagged his tail in joy.

“Seriously! Stop giving me the puppy face look and get going. Shoo, Shoo!” Sam said impatiently, pointing the way.

Mr. Skittles stood up and happily circled around Sam before scampering off to a small house on the other side of the road, which now caught Sam’s eye. It reminded him of his childhood home, when his parents were still together.

A swing hung lopsided from a nearby tree branch, outside the courtyard. He swung it gently, and the ropes rustled against the branches. He walked up to the unlocked gate and pushed it hesitantly. He knew that he had to get home to his wife, and this was clearly trespassing.

“Meh! I could ask the owner, if they’re interested in selling the property.” Sam mumbled to himself as he walked past the rusted mailbox that had Barnacle house etched across it.

He was about to ring the doorbell, when he heard a voice call out his name.

“Sam! Sam, you came back. I knew you’d come back”

He turned around to see an old woman in her late 70’s hunching over an iron cane, squinting as she gazed up at him with a look of absolute surprise and joy.

Astounded, that she knew his name, he uttered “I, I’m sorry, who-who are you?”

She stared disbelievingly at him for a minute, her face contorting with agony, before finally speaking the words that her mind could conjure.

“Sam Barnacle, I’m your wife, Tina!”

 

Of monsoons and raindrops!

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You say that you don’t belong anywhere,
Always feeling like the third wheel,
Always the girl on the edge of the sidewalk,
Trying hard to fit in!
You see their world, silently observing their souls,
The way, most people breathe air.
Don’t you see, that you are made different?
A streak of rainbow on a grey cloudy sky.

On a gloomy day, when most people stay in,
Hiding from the pouring rain,
You dance on the streets,
Celebrating the monsoon!
Why do you want to belong?
When you were made to stand out,
The North Star guiding the faltering ships,
Would never fulfill its destiny,
If lost, among a constellation of stars.

Your world is full of chaos and thunderstorms,
You’ve lived through ages of great sorrow and pain,
Through the pleasure of true love,
And the agony of heartbreaks,
They say that there’re different types of love,
Each one that can bind together,
The chunks of your broken heart,
Like arranging jigsaw pieces,
Of an unknown puzzle.

Your universe isn’t the same as the others,
No one ever got more than a glance,
Of the infinite worlds that you carry within yourself,
So, don’t hide your sorrows,
Behind the calm façade of your smile,
Let it thunder, let it rain,
The sun will shine, the night will wane,
The rainbows will always wash away the pain!

Who you are, is already enough!
Nothing more, nothing less.
Isn’t that a relief?
In a world that calls itself Sane?

Among the stars I lay my heart!

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City lights they shine, like fireflies in the night sky.
Spread across a land afar, so distant, as we look by.

City lights glowing like dreams turned into stars on earth. Every house has one, a dreamer, a fearless soul, whose mind wanders among the clouds, while his feet grazes the earth.

She’d said, that a star was born with the birth of each one of us. And I always searched the night sky, to find out which one belonged to her.

I believe that our stars glow a little brighter with every new dream.

The night sky is glowing, like city lights down here on earth. With each star burning brighter, I wonder if right now, someone is gazing at the same stretch of sky, thinking of the same things as I do- praying for all the second chances that I lost in vain, looking forward to all the memories that I’ll make.

Maybe the stars remind us of people we’ve lost to this world, the love we had to sacrifice, or the promises we made. Maybe the stars makes us believe in a life that is so beyond our control, a life that is mesmerizing and miserable all at the same time.

The star that was born millions of years ago, whose light still reaches me, will cease to exist in a few years, or maybe it would shine upon another dreamer a hundred years later who would think of the same things as I do now.

The possibilities are infinite, but it makes me wonder.

“How do you go on after a heartbreak?” he jerks me out of my thoughts.

Its a night out, a stag party in the middle of the woods, yet here I am, muddled among menories and thoughts. My friends are swapping stories, of adventures and misfortunes, sitting around a bonfire, one guy is playing his guitar and the other is dancing drunkenly to its notes. The bonfire and the booze warms us, yet I feel cold on the inside.

I’d never realised that our life was a jigsaw puzzle, completed by the pieces of the people we meet. Now I know, that mine will never be complete, for the center piece is lost on someone else.

“Some day, we’ll meet, talk but not just speak, listen but not just hear. We’ll talk about the happy and sad memories, of the universes within us, of the lives we have built without each other. I know someday it’ll get better and someday it’ll hurt a little less  than it does now. We both will have a life that will be complete, if not perfect, someday it’ll be ok”

Some day the star that was born with me, will burn bright again, with all the new dreams that I’ll dream of.

The city lights are fading now with the wake of night. The stars will shine brighter tomorrow. Some will cease to exist, and new ones will be born.

Until then, I’ll lay my heart among the stars!

Strayed!

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Ep 3:

There’s magic in this world,
In the kindness of strangers,
In the familiarity and comfort of loved ones,
In the smile of an infant,
In the eyes of the elderly, who have truly lived!

There’s magic in the souls
That set themselves on fire,
Over the things they love,
For the people they care!
Chasing dreams that are alight with passion.

There’s magic in those hearts
That bleeds over the miseries of others
Scattering love like confetti and glitter
Spreading kindness like fragrance in the air,
They’re the stars in the sky, seen by millions, yet known only by a few!

There’s magic in the spirits,
Of the people who rise every time they fall,
They’re a river that knows no end,
Flowing, Adapting, to the boulders on the way,
Cutting rocks and shaping stones!

If it isn’t magic, then what is it?
The stardust that has made you,
Was born billions of years ago,
Also creating every comet and burning star,
That is spread out across infinite space!

Tell me, what is it?
That you and I, and everyone that we know and don’t,
Are made up of the same things,
Living on a planet among thousand others,
In galaxies that are bound towards the same destination!

What is it?
Miracles happen every day,
But only the free souls witness it,

What is that makes this world mundane and magical,
That a single act of kindness,
Restores our faith in humanity!

How is that the same heart once broken,
Mends itself in the light of a new love.
What is that gives us hope, makes us believe,
That we can re-live again in the arms of the one we love.

How is that a single look from a stranger,
Can set our hearts racing out of their cages,
Making us weak in the knees and losing our breath,

Are we fools to believe,
That the eyes of a stranger is the solace,
To a soul that hasn’t known home!

What is it?
You and me; we are the universe, living and breathing to experience this universe one more time!

-Lipi

 The dark night and the moon light are treacherous. They cast a spell on me, one for which I had fallen before. It is a strange feeling to see your own soul unravel in someone else’s eyes, like your reflection in a lake, so clear yet surreal.

 Yet, I feel unsettled. It is not the first time that a stranger has been kind to me. For the first time in my life, it felt wrong to be heading in the direction of my h0me, as if I didn’t belong there. But, where do I belong? A stranger that I have known not for more than 5 minutes feels more real and close than all the people that I’ve ever known. I don’t know if my heart is betraying me or if my mind is playing tricks on me.

 I have once done the grave mistake of letting my heart out of its cage, and I almost lost myself. I never really knew who I am, or what my place in this world. But this unfamiliarity has been the only sure thing all along. A pair of dark eyes and an amusing smile has left me questioning my own sanity.

 I don’t want to feel this way but I can’t stop thinking about him. Stop! Stop! Stop!

 STOP!! 

Before and After you!

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First impressions, a new world,

I’m going to make it my own,

Nervous smiles, familiar faces,

Taking in everything in sight,

Every breath and face, every sound,

The whispers and chatters,

The Click clack of keyboards,

The buzzing telephones,

I walk past them, wishing I’d disappear,

Trying hard not to give into my fear,

New people and possible friendships,

All I need to do is reach out,

My heart whispered to me “you’ll have a story”

People turn around to spot the new girl,

My eyes dart across the room,

Considering each face, trying to figure out,

Who’ll save me, who’ll cause the heartbreak,

I’ve always been too easy for love,

The first one to fall, the first one to ache,

This time it will be different,

Because I’m not the same,

Until my eyes settle on that smile,

Emanating from across the room,

A pair of brown eyes, a kind face,

Racing my heartbeat, warming my soul,

This is my doom, this is my solace.

You are the colorful spring,

after a long grey winter,

This time it will be different,

And I’m not the same,

For my life is split into two,

The one before, and the one after I met you!