The Five Places in Life

I am your hometown. Your precious childhood was lived here. My memory stays untainted where ever life takes you further. And that is brushed beautifully alive each time you revisit me.  Roads and path appear shorter than it was then, buildings look small, the simple temple at street corner would have raised by then into a splendid structure. The boy at the little box shop would have grown and his shop is now a big store. You like it here with me to just be and do nothing. You know me by heart.  You don't have to be here to feel me ,to write about me. I am where you are heartiest. 

I am that town which you luckily left. A place that holds some void which you never got to understand. A silence and quietness which you did not deserve. I only made you to quit. To step back. You were too young to realize that it wasn't your fault. I gave you a world that was too narrow to live in. You just existed here and know not that there was other way out. I suffocate you with lacking. I shape you into a perfect misfit. I push you into an uneasy oddness. I set your inner demons to a level of wildness which you fail to master. Years pass slow but u easily get old here. I am where you never belong.

I am your city of study. Every people here are  at their own business, driven with passion, having a purpose. You are not on watch and imagine how much freedom that gives! You develop your own style here and learn to carry yourself well. I am unique and I gift you the same. You learn to make choices here and grow independent. May be you should enter here at right age to love me full.  I give you space. Space for your inner child and older self. I make you lone and that calms you down. Sitting here, you self reflect, you miss people and places and all  that is a beautiful feeling. I am like a beach shore, a stone bench inside a rose garden, a moon lit night on terrace. I am where you transcend.

I am your work place city. You like me for my rawness, for my tough vibe. Having filled with unceasing energy, I mold you for living, for a better life. You cry and get cured here. Every people here are at run and you too learn along. This busyness builds you, keeps you on toes. I surround you with chaos and hold your demons with my reins. You are so much familiar with the transits across me that you can travel eyes closed. People take different lessons from the same lecture I offer.  Some learn and fly away, some step back with all due respect and few get too much clinged with me and hence never leave. I hold a mixed culture and much richer history. I am where you attain glory.

 I am your final place of halt. Having lived a haste life, you sit back and relish here.  You shred all sophistication and set a simple routine here. This getting disturbed by any means, leave you stressed that whole day. It's all small deeds like watering your plants, dusting every rooms, every furniture, arranging shelf, daily market, evening walk, bed time books and Fm radio. You prefer to do things the more time taking way. I make you feel rested. Everything is at a gradual phase but with no complains about it. My this passiveness does not bore you. Time for everything is just enough here, not too less, not more either. You understand me and I respect you for that. I am where you retire.

Life and people, as intended..

Our life is beautifully weird, people we meet  are incredibly unpredictable and our relationship with them turns out to be strangely twisted. 

Some are like a "wrong forecast". We would have expected a thunder storm, but they just happened to be a lovely passing cloud. We admire them but don't keep them beside us always and nudge. We set them high and always look up to them. We are not sad that it ended, but just feel light and happy that it happened. We don't complain if we don't get to meet them again, but also we will not miss a chance to sit with them for a breezy rewind over a cup of coffee.

  

Within this "wrong forecast" type, there is one more kind. Where we might have wanted an unceasing wave, but unfortunately it turned out to be a brief cyclone. It started so well , but turned other way somewhere in between and so had to meet it's dead end. We miss those good times and do wish it had not ended the way it did. We can't continue as if the mess did not happen and  it feels awkward to start over again. We want to have them but know that we can't. And so it gets done and dusted once for all, leaving quietness around us and few unforgettable events as memories inside us to muse upon. 

Rarely there are people like "once in a lifetime bloom". We never did expect to meet them, nor there are any chances of crossing them again, but that one time remains hitched into ourselves. Something about their voice, eyes, face, features, attire or words instinctively hit on us like, forever. We will have no reason to talk about them with anybody nor they will have any significance in our life events after that single instance and yet that small memory space was meant for them in our system and so shall they remain... 

Then there is the "seasonal kind". With them you will have your season of spring, scourging summer, withering autumn and cold dormant winter. And if destiny allows, there will be spring again. They will come back into our life just as they left. And if they do so, we will receive them without questioning (at least not immediately ) why they left. All concerns, complains, curiosity and gossips that were hanging about them will be quickly wiped off and we just make way for them to sink in like before. 

And very few are our "perennial ones". We just happened to meet them once and they happened to be travelling along with us since then. We don't remember how it all started, we can't name and  categorize them into one single bond and  we just don't bother what is keeping us tight. Here we have our space and longings ,we have our expectations met, similarities cherished and differences understood.  There are few days of fights or feeling distant, but that gets waved off and  they only go cemented stronger into our life block every time after that. With them we have this unexplained comfort and unimaginable coincidences. Every relationship can be blamed on "time" or "destiny" , but for this one rather than blaming, we are immensely grateful and somehow confident of never losing it. 

Your Godmother

She comes like an approaching wave of laughter  resonating life into all your senses.

She fills like the juicy gheelicious cake to curb down those cravings of yours which you did not even knew existed.

She strikes like a sudden sky busters in your gloomy sky , just momentary but holds enough cheer to spring your mood.

She surprises like a bunch of red roses delivered at your doorstep. Out of the blue, one of those simple things that amaze your another everyday.

She pours like words into a famished poet. You can never force it. But when she comes, all you can do is let the joy flow through you and pen down before it wilts off.

She is missed like a faraway lightning and thunder. Though not near, you can still feel the breeze of a distant downpour. 

She talks your mind. Brings that astonishing feeling of being at home having nothing to mask nor to judge your own words or emotions.

Sometimes she just screams silence.. Like a pillar of poise absorbing your voiceless words. And she does that with ease, because only she has the strength to bare your stillness. 

Distorted Sonnet

To the broken hearts and empty glasses 

To half minds and ruptured adolescence 

To taunting emotions and mumbling tears

To reasons absurd and unknown 

To regrets and relief 

To frozen memories and deleted messages 

To battling guilt and confronting realities 

To past excitement and future anxiety 

To risen responsibilities and dissolved dreams

To biting arguments and slaughtering silence

To surprising success and unacceptable failures 

To the bunch of roses and bottle of rum
To bear hugs and butterfly kisses 

To those taken and all those mistaken..

Happy Valentine's Day !

Who Master's Who

I live in a very luxurious resort, with grass to play, winding stairs, sunkissed terrace, train track window view, glassy floors, spongy cushions, two big bowls, all time food, chains, ropes, yard, toys and with many more accessories of mine. Every morning, my day starts as i wake with a jerk, go scratch, lick and kiss my sleeping master a Goooood Morning! He then pulls and tucks me in, kiss me back, press my paws and brush my fur seeking all my blessings for the day. Later after a quick munch, he accompanies me down the road, breathing and coping up with me from behind. We wave past all our similar yet different pals during that stroll. The cow boy is too calm for his size while the cat fellow is too vexing. The birds chirp in no perfect tune and so I bark and help them enrich their morning raga. We reach host little tired and all ready for my Fooood! I like my bowl clean. Myself and my everyone here ensure the same. In between, my master steps out to fetch things for me and some for him and I just allow that. And when he returns, I can't help but run towards him because I well know that me would have missed me as much as I missed him. I jump and fall over him, we hug and pat and pacify each other and I ditch him till I see my crunching biscuits.  So that way all day I play, I stretch, I cuddle, I eat,... I hush, I dodge, I growl, I eat,.. I snooze, I sniff, I lick, I love, I roll and I eat .. 

Having filled with such happy routine, there do comes rare days when we are Left alone in the home. During those home alone sessions, my master pulls me close and sits in quite. He sometime weeps. I, unable to react to his out showered gratitude, just sit calm and caress his thighs. Inside those four walls, with he in my paws, I lay behind and muse ...about "Master". 

May be except for me and him, nobody here actually know "Who Master's Who".

    

Not Much Has Changed In Her...

Adventure" whim in her eye pools everyday and she does kindle all the naught out of you with just a wink, even now. She doesn't grand anything easily, be it at the verge of eternity. "Hope" looks at her with such long  longing, while "fear" awes in desperation. She keeps them both only at that "distance" till date. "Space " she needs from all and that has been so till now. "Time" yearns to stay little longer with her and she shows no sign of "Mercy". "Patience" would find his place right at the tip of her nose, ready to fall and break anytime during her deep sigh. "Arrogance" and "Pride" has overgrown her height and yet, not much has changed in her. "Smile" still sits heavenly on her lips and that same "Warmth" is somewhere latent between the gap of her lashes and lids.

Though  that "Smudge of Kajal" is now missing from her dark smoky eye line, not much has changed in her.....

A prequel to our daylight

Inspired from ROMA I write,
with much delight, a prequel to our daylight...

I understand your every worldly plight,
and try not to bother against my might.
Because I do not have enough foresight,
nor could I set the lost past upright.
Now that I see dreams crashing over night,
I continue holding on to abyss tight.
For I fail to curb my burning appetite,
and only wish to sit beside you in quite.
To transmit power, shouldering pain in spite,
Here I am, waiting for our another fresh daylight.