Scars..

A scar, that everyone has. And mind you no scar is simple one.
 A scar as deep,  has a story, and a painful one.
 A scar, which makes you a different person.
 A Scar, that has an unwanted  blunder attached.
 A scar, everyone tries to hide, & more from inside.

A scar, that made you strong,
A scar,  even when the pain has lessened ,  its still there,
A scar, that has given you the purpose to live on.
A scar, made by lies, and expectations,
And a scar that takes a long way to heal.

Deep down inside, you still mourn about it,
Feeling insane about the way you dealt with ,
A scar, that's part of every prayer,
too shy to expose,  that emptiness,


A scar , that every one has....

Breaking Free

Breaking tradition , especially in our culture is a very challenging task.
Trying to be unconventional , could turn to be turn to be a sinfull act.

No, really how boring it is to be/do same old crappy thing.
I feel every ones life is a story of assembly line programming.
Take Birth.Go to School. Get into fancy University.Get a highly paid job.
Marriage. Kids. Full Stop.

Hardly one gets time to follow their dream. And one who tries to follow one is
 jusy trying to be "Out of the box".
Ya. One who takes  "that" risk and eventually /luckily gets lucky is just too cool.
And the one who fails is just too "Dumb".

Actually, People today have forgotten the art of appriciating other, but they
strive hard, getting one.
What if, people strive hard to easily "Appricite"  others,  freely, selflessly!!


All of the problem seems to be solved. I am sure there will be less What if's,
 I wish's , and more of " i am happy".

And there will be many , breaking the rules and yet excelling in their own world,
and "living" rightfully.

Doing what others did, is just too boring. Do it your way. Take a chance! :)

To that girl round the corner

So dependent, So mean, and so narrow minded she was, everyone thought.
Her life was so limited, So confined only to what she was comfortable with,
Gleamy eyes, retrospected her wishes and her dreams covered only her shades.

Never ever she believed in others words, Only her colors she wanted around, else she would kill the thoughts and vanish for a week or so, and stay away.

She made very few friends, a completely, self-centric girl. She loved herself more than anything.

I so much wanted to shake her, and wake her up for once. And tell her that, there's a beautiful world outside. That there is something called "Loving others". That , Above her logic, there is reality. And that below her conclusions, there's something called, "her Stupidity".

And the anger that she spills, it actually shows her weakness , yes , it shows weakness.
And after all the success you gain, what are you going to do? Set some more goals? and strive some more???

When will you live then?

Deep down i know you want to have friends too and live a typical life, And somewhere, a smile would make you happy.

Behind those geeky specks, you have dreams to live free.And that you want to be a princess to someone.

I know, all the problem lies with your courage, courage to dream, and to wish, and to expect.
I know you are broken from with in. That not it, what if you've had a bad Start in something, do not stop, you'll be fine. And trust me, Dream On... 

I got a bad dream

After a long day,
i was asleep,
Not caring for what my dream could bring,
who knew, it was going to be a bad dream,

It was dark there,
The darkness had all red in it,
Scary  isn't it?
and no one around.

It was filthy,
and i was lonely.
And i was looking for peace,
More of it within myself.

Insecure, i was locked,
wishing i wasn't alone,
and how i could be a better person,
wishing i never had that dream.

walking down the room,
i found a chair, thought to rest on it,
and it shook me up, like a jolt.
and i was scared.

Wishing i had some one to hold on to,
That i could never worry about anything,
i went into whirlwind and i was lost,
Lost in the pain and worries.

Its just me,
and my scary bad dream
and uncountable "I wish"'s
and loneliness..

Indian by heart

I am an Indian and these make me more . . .

*When the Shampoo bottle seems to be over, I pour some water in it, shake it, and use it for another bath.

*That for me a toothpaste isn't over until I've entirely flattened it out and started rolling it up from the back.

*That I buy broccoli and avocados for 300 Rupees, but still ask for some Dhaniya patta for free.

*That I don't just recycle gifts, I recycle the gift-wrapping paper too.

*Our home has fine bone china crockery which is used only when guests visit.

*That I worry about price of gold without any reason of buying it!

*That I will beat the crap out of my remote to make it work but not change the battery

*I get so disappointed if the pani puri guy doesn't give a free sukha puri in the end when I ask for one.

*That I won't have my breakfast and starve myself if I have been invited for a lunch buffet.

*That when my T-shirt gets old, I use it as night wear, when it gets older, I play holi in it & then I use it as a pochha.

*That I ask for extra oregano and chili flakes from the Dominos guy, so that I can use them later in Maggi.

*Elder brother/sister are preserved for younger siblings

*Even if we need to clean any surface we always ask for "ganda kapda"

- Anonymus

 

Between the miles

Very rare people find a true friend,
I am sure this is not the end,
two different cities,
and two different stories,

You and i , why are we so far?
When we know, we are so comfortable with each other,
when we know its "peace" we share,
or when we know our limits to adhere,
 
Our fights are so meaningful,
and our discussions are so beautiful,
The reminders we give each other are so cute,
and some time its ok when we are mute.

Such a kiddo poem dedicated for you,
As our friendship turns 4,
So much we shared,
and so much yet to evolve.

For the ups and downs of our togetherness,
 here's a message for you,

I look at the glittery stars,
They are so many, and they look so close,
but they are light years apart,
They are made of  burn,
but they can't share the warmth.
In the end they are lonely,
No matter how close you are to your love, 
I see us as close as stars and
But remember, the glitter, charm, warmth,
 and life our friendship has is because of us,
 U and I, 
together, and forever,

Between the miles,
I'll be there for you,
Between the miles,
i know you're there for me.
 
Touch Wood :)

Luv 
- Swa