Life is Beautiful

Beauty is fragmented in bits and pieces:
Just four solid walls,
One wooden door,
Locked up,
Windows are opened,
A chill breeze keeps flapping the drapes,
Speakers on,
Country songs and modern melodies,
From West to East,
Perfectly blended vocals, strings, and percussions,
Cozy soft bed,
With closed eyes,
All the chaos of living is gone,
No responsibility, no duty call,
No sense of place or time,
Just feels like floating on cloud,
Oh my God!
So idle, Yet so beautiful!
Hunger just interrupts,
A fast and instant one time food,
Self cooked as per palate’s content,
By chance, ingredients get blended perfectly,
To add more beauty to the moment,
Even the simple dosa makes the eyes close,
As each piece melts in the tongue…
The immediate expression is ‘Divine’!
Then the music is on and bed is filled,
Mind is in ultimate harmony and peace,
Emotions are intact,
The day ends divinely beautiful,
With no human or mundane interruptions!

How to forget or move on?

One tiny hint of past loss hits me so strong,
Shatters all the possibilities of present,
Muddles every order into complete anarchy,
Disorients the mental balance with an emotional cramp,
Makes everything that makes sense into nothing;
Meaninglessness engulfs all the hope,
Tragedy starts to feed on me…
Beyond self-restraint, emotions burst out,
Never want another awkward encounter,
Just hearing the hint tried to keep away,
However, unexpected visit shocked me,
The man, I am not yet get rid off,
I had been insanely weaving dreams with,
I believed as my future,
But proved me wrong,
And now as a husband of another woman,
Came to my little room,
With his brother,
To invite to his brother’s wedding,
He spoke not a word,
My stupid formal greetings and welfare questions,
Sounded so odd even to me,
He answered with smiles and hand gestures,
It was not more than five minutes,
He left the place,
My hands were shivering,
My heart was quivering,
I keep telling myself: I’m done with him,
The flashback starts,
I still know not what went wrong,
Why didn’t he want me in his life?
Tears were rolling down,
Crying over spilt milk is useless though,
Emotions have no reason,
Everything is changed now,
So formal and very far,
No playfulness or stupid laughter,
Very sane and composed,
The old friendship is lost,
Which I’m still searching madly,
Does he miss his old self?
Does any of those cute moments cross his mind?
Because I do miss them every moment,
There are thousand reasons to hate,
Or to get rid off,
But no reason could stop the heart,
It keeps loving and keeps wishing goodness for him…

In Memory of Innocent Days

Sometimes change is not welcoming,
Some changes are unbearably painful:
Losing the innocence, immaturity, and inner rush,
Adapting to maturity, social evolution and sensible wisdom,
Are challenging and in no way welcoming;
Losing the charm of meaningless and reasonless friendship,
Upgrading to responsible and sensitive friendship,
Are not fun at all;
Missing stupid jokes and wide giggles,
Talking of wisdom and lessons learned,
Sound so gravely old!
Yes, the fear creeps in:
Is growing-up a bane or boon?
Where does this growth lead?
To ugly rotten heavy selfish secured living?
Or to blissful everlasting joyous wisdom/beauty?
Time and space are terrible villains:
They keep changing priorities;
They keep changing the very meaning!
They never give reasons,
They just play many riddles,
Many riddles are left unanswered till the end…