Broken is beautiful

You look so broken with that weak smile on your face. A smile that is a facade, hiding all the sadness you are holding up inside. Your heart probably feels heavy, as you keep on bottling up emotions, heaps and heaps.

But still, your eyes shine like jewels. They always illuminate the lives of people, you deeply love and care. You wear your heart on your sleeves, as you feel that kindness should never be given up.

Despite of being hurt, you still believe that the world is good enough. You still believe in love. And that’s what makes you the one in a million. You may be broken. But that’s my dear, is beautiful.

Pride

The day you left was like a apocalypse waiting to happen for a long, long time.

My entire world came crumbling down, the moment you said goodbye.

As you left, a part of me also went along with you.

I craved, not for that part but for you.

But, I don’t regret letting you go.

You wanted to change my individual existence. You wanted to crush my identity, that I had established after eons and eons of toiling. And this, wasn’t possible.

I know, only magic can help me to forget all your memory.

But one thing that I could be always proud of is, I don’t regret letting you go.

Exuberance

As the sun sank down the horizon, the sky was spanned with multi-colours of orange and red. The clouds kept floating away from me, as if it’s their time to go home too.

A wave of balmy air brushed past my face, and all the bad memories of day just faded away. The dazzling light of the day, made way for a starry night. I stood below the blue-black sky oggling at the sheer brilliance of the full moon.

I’d never felt so positive ever in my life, like I did at that moment. The day had bought me dismality and gloominess but the night made it all right. I felt my feet dangling in the air and I was flying. Flying higher and higher.

Anticipation

Heavy downpour, chilling winds and the usual chaos on the streets marked the onset of a new morning. Even the incessant rains, couldn’t stop people who were determined enough to reach their destination on time. And I was one of them. 

I tried my best to tear the sheets of waters and find my way to the station. By the time I had boarded the train, rains stopped. I took a 8:43am local, that was specially reserved for the ladies. 

The scene inside the train was not different from everyday. Some women were talking on top of the voices, making the others cringe on their seats. Some of them had their eyes glued to the cellphones while some took comfort looking at the trail of greenery outside.

I preferred to join the women standing on the side of the door. I was neither interested in glancing at my cellphone nor the world outside. Instead, I took out a book to read. 

I was reading intensely, oblivious to the happenings around. So oblivious, I didn’t even realised that the train had stopped at the following two stations.  This time I took the effort to raise my head and the train to a another halt. Passengers started pouring in making me uncomfortable while I read. 

As the wheels of the train started moving, it experienced a nasty jerk, baffling the passengers. Lights went off and the train to a tranquil halt. I could hear people murmuring. There was noise but it was accompanied by a unusual silence. 

My petrified eyes were still stuck on the book, though I wasn’t reading. Suddenly, my mind got distracted to some news in the papers, where the train accident survivors confessed to have experienced jerks. 

It got moved on to some more foolish thoughts. I know, I was acting stupid. But my heart refused to cool down. 

Within few minutes, the train started moving again. It did not showed any glitches throughout the remaining journey, while we all got down safely. Pheww! All my earlier thoughts began to fade one by one, I took a sigh of relief. As the train left, I took a glance at it. A tiny smile appeared on my face, thinking about the scare that it just provided me.

Shadows.

You wished to abandon this life, 

A life lived under the shadows,

In the shadows of someone else,

They say, you got nothing.

Yes, heartbreaking it is to hear,

You lived a life,

That was a fallacy,

Dreams made of glass.

But, you know what,

They are the shadows,

Shadows that demotivate,

Shadows that pluck you, before you could blossom.

Shadows that pull you down, before you could fly

At that moment, you should think of nothing

But to prove them wrong, who wronged you.

Your dreams aren’t made of glass, but diamonds.

Those shadows can’t break them.

One thing that the shadows can’t do. 

Stay

Stay, for the countless moments we had created together

For the many hurdles that we had battled past triumphantly

For the empty mornings and the prickling nights

For the graceful springs and the hopeful rains

Stay, because there’s nothing more beautiful than to love and to be loved back. 

Stay, because like seasons, circumstances change

Stay, because I want you to.

One day

One day, your scars would split wide open, bringing back to life those hurtful instances. No, you won’t be fuming with anger or your face turning red in embarrassment. Those scars will be a proof of your sheer courage and newfound existence. 

One day, the people who mocked you for your fate will hang their heads in shame. It won’t be yours, but their disgrace. 

One day, when the memories of the past would try to haunt you again, you won’t hide your face with fear. Instead, you won’t feel anything. That’s my dear, will be your victory.

One day, you are gonna meet someone, genuine. Someone who respects you for the person you are. 

Till then, be your own bedrock. Be your own companion. Believe that, all the beautiful things in this world awaits you. Having a little patience never really killed anybody. 

Wildflower

Naive, simpleton as she appears,

But at heart, she is a wildflower,

Braving the ravenous cold winds and,

The tempestuous storms, all by herself.

She’s worth all the love around her,

Her tears are no ordinary; 

Every drop from her penetrating eyes 

Resemble the pearls in an oyster.

Vivacious and passionate she is,

Her presence is like a wisp of fresh air,

But has a mind, filled with madness

Of her electric personality.

She deserves to be placed amongst the, 

Blazing stars, out there in the sky.

She has the rage of the Sun,
And the calmness of a Moon.

Naive, simpleton as she appears,

At heart she is a wildflower.

Jersey No. 7

Mahendra Singh Dhoni: a person who has the supernatural powers to stay calm and compose under every circumstance, not found in any other human being on the earth. 

To the captaim who inspires millions,

To the captain who is loved by all.

I am probably short of words to describe the qualities and greatness of one of the best cricket player in the world, our captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni (fondly called, Mahi). So, I just leave you all with my favourite Dhoni moments.

His trademark long locks. Come-on, tell me who could have pulled this style with such flamboyancy!

The magical six! (World Cup 2011)

I’ll tell you what happens after this. He takes the trophy, hand it over to other players and then get lost among the crowd. Such humbleness!

I badly want to see him celebrate like this again!

Yesssss!! That damn smile!

To the People’s Captain,

Happy Birthday, Captain Mahendra Singh Dhoni!

The Shooting star

Velvety black sky,

Illuminated by the luminous white moon,

Millions of stars ornated the cloudless canopy, embellishing it more.

Down there, I sat in silence,

Profusely crying for someone,

Who was once, mine

The brightness of the night,

Seemed like a curse to me, on my fate.

Just then, I spotted a shooting star,

Followed by its long shiny trail,

Bidding goodbye to the farm,

Where it had always stayed.

Up there, it was still radiant.

The moon didn’t lose its glow and the stars continued to beam

I chided at the thought of the sky, for not crying

Over losing of one of its precious gem.

Have the sky, moon and stars perfectly learned the art of ‘to let go’?

Have they, really?