Hope

Flipping through the pages

I thought of the the beautiful daisies

The snow flakes and the iceman i would make

That's the beauty of hope no one can take.

Outside everything was covered in snow

And in the far west the sun still glowed

I pondered over the half filled glass as an optimist

I cannot let myself be bonded and feel like a sadist.

What should i do to make me happy

Enlightened i rose and walked out in the snow

I was going to make my imagination come true

All i carried was a red hat and an ice-cream cone

Gathering the snow and piling it as a round ball

And then another smaller one was installed

Further the humanoid features took shape

And finally my iceman was ready to skate.

I just wanted it to come to life

A miracle that everything, defies

Life doesn't give you everything

And every wish cannot be fulfilled.

All we could do is hope for the best

And let everything in time, rest

But hope is definitely a very good thing

It soothes your pain and spreads happiness akin.

But strange are the ways of people !!!

Sometimes things seem so strange , you don't want to move on a path . You wonder what are you doing with your life ?? Isn't it the same old question we have been asking ourselves over and over again about our existence , the usefulness of our existence and the injustice brought about to us by the choices we have made. But once a friend told me "Life is a never ending learning process" it teaches you enough to live your life and if you are not a good learner you learn by getting hurt , seemingly in the similar fashion as we were punished for not completing our homework in school days.

As the time passes we think we have grown and matured , we have control over every thing that exists in our environment.But what we ignore is the presence of the variables in this equation that governs our existence , the variables are the other people whose choices and decisions catalytically change the course of your life. I have thrived to perceive the good in people and never cared what wrong accompanied them and have had the understanding if any wrong was to come that would eventually not stand in the way of my goodness but now i suppose i have been presumptuous of certain things. Indeed i am not going to change the way i think but precaution is never hazardous , I still remember somebody told me once that "Expectation is the root cause of human suffering, the more you expect, the more you are wronged or indeed you feel you have been wronged". But as a human being and in the pretext of social existence how could you not expect ??

Social epistemology has always intrigued me , with behavioral patterns coming up at the top of the list,that makes me wonder why does an individual makes a certain choice.Strange i would say i have come across people who have changed the course of their actions under the influence of certain other individual . What makes you tick ?? Your mind or what people believe is right. I suppose that's a very demeaning question as most of you would wonder have i gone insane , who doesn't want to satisfy the society,after all we are a part of it and have to imbibe it's basis rules into our lives for getting accepted in to the society.I believe i have always been a rebellion , i wanted to live differently , mostly on the rules of right and wrong i had defined for myself. But time killed that inhibition and i was turned into a normal teetotaler who lived for the society and by the rules of the society.So what does indifference mean ?? Does it mean to become a troglodyte?? No indeed not ... and why would anyone abandon a system that provides so much potential for the growth of an individual ?? Being an individualist and standing for your beliefs cannot be justifiably wrong then why is the society too obsessed by the existence of individualists, why are there social rules to bind them ?? "I" is one word that i have been obsessed about since the day i started believing in myself but it has been challenging to sustain my ego, 'why so??' most of you would again wonder but i would say sustaining you existence is the most difficult of tasks when everyone in your environment thinks that they can outplay you, trick you in their own game is an easy and rightful way of dealing with you .

So what needs to be done ?? Again a very relativistic question which has a different answer from every person. But strange are the ways of people !!! And its really difficult to interpret each and every thing.Once in an article a physiologist suggested that people tend to observe everything in their surrounding and its a neural cortex reflex to capture every action in your environment and you trap that visual in your sub conscience mind and always go back to it when analysising a situation and you realize that you already had an experience but you tend to conscientiously ignore it as it was insignificant in the context of the situation. So its important to take control of your mind in dealing with real life situations and when you think that you are open to wrong but then again wont the life be meaningless if every thing would be as perfect as it should be..... Think.

SHE

She was standing in the corridor

I still remember how i was intrigued

Those long legs and the high heels

And the caricature which was such a deal.

She walked slowly into my heart

Like a dart hitting on the spot.

Stopping it was out of question,

She was so sweet i didn't have option.

Is she a girl or an angel

This is a mystery still entangled

I tried to figure it out

But all i could create was doubt.

I thought,will she ever know i like her ?

Will she ever care i was there ??

So i decided to make a mark on her life

And tattooed her name with a knife.

Although she noticed it without gesture

All this seems so stupid, she lectured

But i am madly in love with you,I said

And am willing to go beyond the conventions portrayed.

But she was an angel and me a human

My heart bleed but she was nowhere

She was gone and i learnt,somethings are never meant to be,

No matter how genuinely hard you tried for it.

Losing you...

Sitting alone in my room thinking it through,

Trying to convince myself that I'm not losing you

Why cannot you just forget the things i said?

I was cranky but now I've cleared my head!

So tell me why ! I'm swimmin' against the tide,

And I'm praying for a life-line ,'cause I'm losing you,

So tell me why ! You don't care enough if i die,

And I cant stand, wont stand,losing you.

You don't have to say a word, it's in your eyes,

what can i do to convince you, we need more time?

And i know i may have made a few mistakes

But losing you is just too much for me to take.

Tell me why ,i wont stand losing you,

You don't care enough if i try,

Baby don't hurt me and make me cry,

I'm praying for a life-line ,'cause I'm losing you.

The Princess in Love ....

The princess glanced out of the castle window

Seeking a glimpse of the prince that would had her rescue

There were tears in her eyes

The pain in her heart that she could never deny.

She has become the slave of her virtue

the beauty she possessed,felt of no use

She thought "what am i to do without him?"

The pain was aggravating and taking a toll of her.

Love is so blissful she had believed

But the pain she was feeling could not be relieved

The agony was turning into tears

And her heart felt so heavy,she feared.

Will her prince ever come back,

She eyed the portrait displayed on the rack.

Beautiful memories filled her mind

those caressing and kissing were one of a kind.

The first kiss , the gasp of air between their breath,

The manly embrace , those walks in the woods

The never ending love that seemed to pour out of the hazel eyes,

Complementing the flawless stature that in his arms lie.

The mind was wandering in the terrain of happy thoughts

But her eyes refused to be delusioned and poured down tiny drops.

The perpetual denial of grief has been a driving force

And all she could do is cry and let it all go.

The wait has been for a year or so

But it felt as if,ages have flown.

And one day the trumpets blew,

The mighty palace gates , aside drew

The charming prince walked down the aisle

Held the hand of the love of his life.

And then the hazel met the brown eyes,

Penetrating into the bosom where their love lies.

The Rebellion

He screams at himself, His heart burns like fire

He punches his fist on the wall,Tears roll down his eyes for the lack of desire

And then tries to calm down,He tries to take revenge

Not with his physical power, But with the sarcasm in the tone of his voice

Its strange how he once told someone

“I detest that sarcasm in your voice, the smirk on your face…Just put that away”

And today he goes against his own principle he once preached.

He can do anything to send the message across to those people

Those who never understood him, those who were naïve,

Those who made decisions on his behalf,Those who hardly appreciated his innate talent,

And those who could never get out of the cocoon of this “society”

Is he overanalyzing things?

In all these technicalities, is he losing his mind, his youth?

But I guess he just wants to enjoy life

He wants to live like there is no tomorrow

For the years of his existence, he could only see the glass as half empty

Now for the rest of it he wants to see it as half full…

“Its good to be a rebellion.It keeps me moving” .