Its Been A Long Time

Its been a long time
Since clock has struck some happy hours
Since I have made you smile
Or I have made you feel mine
But I still Love you
Like the wind loves the chimes


Its been a long time
Since you made that gesture to come closer
And I accepted it like a treasure
Feels like the world is parting into halves
But I still Love you
Like the sky loves the shooting stars


Its been a long time
You left me with many scars
Yet I treasure those
Because scars are the only things I have from you
I still Love you
Helpless, devoid, destroyed, yet with no irks


Life is a musical series. We have so many singers, composer and sometimes some instruments playing at the back of our minds.
I heard one song few days back and got lost in my dreams. The music provides us with an escaping portal whenever required. The song only had piano playing with no words. None words were required I thought. I imagined myself walking on a candy-flossed cloud with barefoot and eyes closed. My soul gets dispersed in all directions possible. As the note pitched a little higher, I fell down form the cloud towards the ground as slowly as possible. As if pearls falling from heavens. The dispersed soul comes back into its original form all of a sudden, hitting my very being from inside. The song ended throwing me back into reality of a struggled life. For a second I had reached the stage where I used to play the keyboard, long back. I miss the keyboard. I miss the happiness of life which came with it. I miss the black & white keys which made my world yellow. Now I feel deprived. I guess I gave up too early. When people constantly force you for something, there comes a time when you want to let them take over you and end the fight. The escaping portal has long gone now.
Here's a song which I bet anyone would love to get lost into. Let it reach the depth of your very being.

The Path

The path is a beautiful one
Regularly taken by all
Written by God, they say
Where a  flourishing future is certain
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say

While I look beyond the horizon
An act forbidden
I see the blue clouds afloat
Above another path; right next to ours
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say.

I keep walking here; where everyone does
My eyes still hover over the path running parallel
The colorful flowers are blooming too
Suddenly my adrenaline rushes
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say

Much time has passed
I keep my feelings trapped
Now the path comes in my dreams
Often talks to me; provokes me
Is this hallucination?
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say.


My mind now deviate from the old path
'Confused the child is, Shall come back soon', says my ancestors
But they don't know, where my heart had laid
My feet start walking towards the flowers
My soul keeps moving towards the shining stars
Before I could know, my path had changed
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say.

This is my path now
A more colorful one
Taken by none
Written by oneself, they say
Where flourishing mind is certain
"We all shall walk where our hearts lay"
They now say.

The pursuit to find a clover

"When will I find a clover maa"? a little girl in pink frock asked her mum cooking food in morning. With a light pink headband, she looked beautiful. Her mother smiled, not looking at her yet.
"Whats with the clover, darling. Since days you are busy finding the clover"? her mother asked now bent on knees to come in level of her height, leaving her cooking oil aside. The girl only had a sorrow face, as if too much impounded in her thoughts.
"I want to collect luck, many of my friends already have", she said starring the white tiles on kitchen floor.
To this, the mother maintained her smile of awe and spoke, "You have family, friends, good school and everything you need. Why still hover over finding clover?" and kissed her forehead.
Time passed by. Little girl grew up. The frocks were taken over by denims and tops, hair grew and so did her beauty. The mind was captivated over searching for clover and her friends sometimes helped her too, though they already had theirs.
Earth had rotated and revolved a lot of time since her never-ending quest for catching a clover had began. She kept her priorities, friends, life at bay and slowly they all drifted apart, as boats leave the shore alone after departure, sometimes leaving someone behind.
Today, its been two decades since her eyes, soul, heart, mind haven't rested in peace only to catch some luck in life. To attain something she desired so long, she lost what she already possessed. Sitting alone on the shore, looking at the beautiful sunset so far and mesmerizing, she looks at the life she had lost, the horizon now not in sight of eye, anguished why she didn't climb the boat.
We all need some luck in life- health, study, finance, job, relations to reach the pinnacle of life and attain nirvana. But what we forget is what we hold in our hands- friends, family. One must be thankful for what he already owns and honor it every passing minute such that it stays. To find the missing puzzle piece, we must feel glad to have a few pieces with us.
Respect what you already have, then only you shall get more.

"Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful" -

Gautama Buddha (CIRCA 563BC-483BC)

-founder of Buddhism