A PRAYER

Dedicated to all those who make me realise everyday what i am not to be like...you...

If i promise not to interfere

In works that you may begin,

If i promise not to speak ill,

Of your and your dear devils.

If i promise i wont care

Enough, for you to hurt me.

If i promise not to give you the power,

To take away my life’s worth.

Can you promise me?

To just let me be?

If i promise never to speak of you,

In you presence or fortunate absence.

If i promise never to cross your path,

That face we both least desire.

If i promise never to take you name,

And ruin it, like you did today.

If i promise i swear you have your right,

Can you promise to me give back mine?

If i accept that you are way better,

In thousand million ways, though we may differ.

If i worship you with flowers and praise,

And chant your name to my knight’s maid.

If I sing your glory and suggest your name,

To the kings above, that power you may claim.

If i dance to your tune, the steps you may choose,

For once in my life, I don’t care if I loose.

Oh! Will you please let me be?

With the freedom I want to feel.

THE CRAFTSMAN.

Many a piece of perfection cometh his way...

A whisper, they’ve heard them say..

Of a magician’s healing touch, his hand.

Fixing all their bleeding heart.

He would fill their soul, their pain to end..

But they’d leave him soon, their unpaid friend...

Enters a new face- ill-sketched,

Opens a new entrance that he own etched,

Unaware of the previous secret guest,

Believing he was the master’s personal best..

The master sets to work, to mould him too to perfection..

The routine, the same. To redefine in him his life’s direction.

 And the sun it sets,exhausted of his job..

To rise again, a promise to a new soul.

Those dying rays falls on his ties of affection...

“one day....” he whispers reflecting on his unmended reflection..

LESS IS MORE....

Dreams.We were all born with them...of capturing our own world.etching out a difference...but somewhere along the path we lose ourselves. What you were and what you have ceases to be what it was.your identity seems less of yours... And you stand here, in this crossroad with a choice you have in your in hand. RIGHT or EASY? And you are in a new journey- of sketching and carving out a real you..rejuvenate..

When the realisation strikes that reality is miles away from preaches and speeches... you change. And you fear the change.your hands shiver and your heart starts pounding and the fear of doubt grips you from within.you fall , scared of the truth that lies masked by your dream. For a second you doubt yourself,like I am , now, while my fingers move swiftly searching for the perfect letters for  the perfect words....

Two roads lead forward in this crowd that holds me here..clearly etched but vaguely noticed.and its a choice you have to make to save yourself from their’s..and so in the flowing crowd you stand, watching the nothingness turn into everything , and you smile. Cause you know....

 Then one day, someday.. when you would be sitting on an arm chair with a cup of hot steamy tea, watching the sun set,the same old enemy would visits again...DOUBT. “was it the right choice?” “what if.....” and a list of “if...”s  pop into your mind. But then you look back and see your creation...and you trust it cause you belived in it....and in that second ..you know that it couldn’t have been better...so you stretch yourself back on the armchair and feel the sun fall on your face, as it sets to rise once again...the sun is the strongest when it nears its end...you take the first sip of your tea..it burns your tongue..you curse it, calling it all the possible names you could think of and then suddenly you burst out laughing...it didn’t matter...it never did... so you go back to talking to the sun...

"The only thing that doesn't change is Change itself"

Finding expressions in words...

Turning actions into emotions..

Discovering music in every sound.....

Creating wings in your every step...

Learning beyond knowledge...

Reaching beyond infinity...
Flying without wings...

Inventing everything in nothing.....

Changing tears into laughter...

Converting hope into belief...

I believe.....

FEEL FOR THE WRONG........

I feel for the wrong. The bad. The rejected.The ignored. The invisible.The unaccepted.The retarded. There is a truth about them that is easily misunderstood and misjudged. That, which we judge and try to change. There is a greater beauty in them than our souls can ever accept.
Yes, i have always felt for the wrong, cause when they are true, they are true with all their heart and they have no reason  not to be ....

THE UNTAMED WIND

Life was not actually difficult for him. it was simple, ruled by just one rule-do what your hearts yearns to do. and he did. it wasn't difficult. it was easy, too easy.
"maybe that was the problem", he thought. but strangely it was others who found it difficult. his actions never made any sense to them. they could not  be justified with the normal norms of human or social needs, other than just an instinct of one's soul. the world could not digest in the fact the someone could be so.......himself........

Freedom. it has been and still continues to be the sole purpose of man's life. Freedom. and the search for it has driven man forward all these centuries.

"But if this guy was truely free, as he lived to be, then what was his purpose in life now?", the whispers carried herself amongst the crowd.he made the world look into themselves.like a mirror unafraid of reflecting the truth, he reflected. of all they could have been , but didnt, and all they didnt have to, but are.it was unintentional. he wished he could help it. but he couldnt. he was, after all, the untamed wind...

"THE PROLOGUE"

                                                             ........where distances does not matter, and physical presence 
                                                                                                                 just becomes a myth................

And in that partially-smudged ‘royal-blue’ fountain pen ink , were written those words.....

“ Dear Ev,

Thanks  for your diary. We have known each other for over half an year now and since then have come pretty close to each other. You have been their in my highs and lows. And I have given you some of my extreme  emotions of life-highest highs and lowest lows. There were times when I took you for granted(“ just another girl next door). But times have changed. Situations have changed. People have changed. Our relationship has changed... some people raise the standard of friendship so high that it is hard to find another best friend. After Vivek, it was hard to find one.. after Umang, even harder. But after you, its not possible to have anyone else. Nothing can be greater than infinity, right! I’ve always asked you for favors  one after the another. You have never refused. You have given me your everything without asking anything for return. Ask me to do something for you. Let me be at your service for a change. I’ll be dying to fulfill your wish. I’ve made you cry at times. Though I never meant to. Your ever tear is more precious to me than you. And I am a miser. I don’t like losing my precious things. So promise me, you wont cry even for me. I’m not making any promises to myself, so I’m at liberty to do whatever I want. But you wont cry for any damn reason.

But look you yourself. Who are you to me? Merely a reason which pulls me back again and again to the tennis court. Merely a seat mate for whose company I’m still coming to college when no one does. Merely a pain killer who has helped me to survive the harsh environment of Kashmir. I’m still alive and kicking just because of you. Someone I cant see troubled at all. And I would beat the shit out out any damn person who says anything bad about you.

All these, anyone could have been, but no one ever was and no one ever will be. Still, you are no one to me. Who are you? A friend-not exactly.something beyond than that. Then, a best friend? No, they only share their voices, not their silence. So is it love? Nah!! I’ve rarely seen people in love talking to each other so openly with laughter dripping down their eyes. Then what? It’s something that the human race could never understand and so has no name for it. But does a relationship need a name to exist. I hope not. And we have reached so far into each other with full understanding, that it does not have any future. We can’t spend the rest of our life together. We have accepted this harsh truth as it is... but one thing is for sure.even if we marry someone else and have football teams and basketball teams, nothing is going to change between us. Our laughter will still be innocent without the shackles of society. We’ll still be together.

Finally, just thanks (informal one) for taking my rudeness and my criticism with the same love you took my smile, my friendship and my love.

May we never part our souls. No matter what.

Hell lots of love,

AHAN.........

(keep shining, even when I won’t be there to shine with you) ”

                                   To the one person, who taught me how to write......

                      To the one person who taught me how to breathe my life..........

 Who was he, or rather, ‘what’ was he? she never knew... he was different, the only one of his own kind......free like a bird, yet who loved challenging the wind.... stern but never arrogant....strong enough but gentle.....  Mysterious but never detached, his life was like an open book, yet with volumes unread.... silent, yet speaks volumes.....constrained, but by his own will...ignorant but never indifferent...crazy but the most  senselessly- sensible guy on planet...forgetful(very) but concerned(very)....mostly confused but never been so sure. He had the eyes that could speak any language. A smile that could vaporise any tears in it. The most cunning, innocent and naughtiest smile (all the same time), and the shabbiest hair.......

The first week of meeting  him, and she realised that she would lose him for a long time. She knew her life would change forever and that, they might  never be forever together. She had no claim over him. She didn’t want to miss him, even before she had met him. And so she wrote... Every single word. Preserving.treasuring.Every stolen second from the time.....a  desperate attempt of a girl to capture into words what could never even  be contained  in experience...and so she wrote....