Writings - Unknown

Time. An eternal thing that existed before us and will exist after us. It does not stop for anyone. For anything. It continues to march forward, unraveling future for all of us and the Universe until there will be nothing left to unravel for. Time is considered sacred that many cultures equate it to the God. I would like to say that I agree with it. If time is God, the quality that grants the superiority is its Non-reversibility - that a moment once gone, it is almost impossible to have it in the same way again. Or I just want to call - Timing. To crack a good joke. To propose to your loved one. To take up a new work.  To catch up on a pending task. Timing is of utmost important. Any amount of effort goes waste if we don't do it within the right window. The regret of missing the timing is sometimes irreversible. It may cost us the whole life to recover. But how do we know timing is right? Honestly, we may never know. More than often, we know in only hindsight. But the thing is this...

The sound is still in my ears; The visual is not dying anytime soon. I was in the opposite lane, When they are crying in vain; She was rubbing his hands, Her vision blurred by tears; The other man looked out, Confused by no movement; The driver horned non-stop, The siren ringed non-stop, But nothing moved; All were aware, All were listening, but could do nothing - just like me; Every vehicle blamed  the one on its front, And the front one,  on its front. But there was never the front most vehicle, It's a line, that never ended. The line,  that could end the lifeline; The line, that could not be moved; My lane got cleared, I began to move; But they were still crying, With siren still ringing; I was moving ahead, further and further; But they were stuck, held by the line. Was it their mistake, to come here; Was I responsible, in some way for their agony? I reached home, But I still heard the siren. I slept that night, But I still saw them. The next day morning, I heard it a...

want to walk with you, wanna dance with you, hold my hands with you, but not here, not here   want to sing with you, spend my time with you, hold my kids with you, but not here, not here   not here, oh not here, where there is no space, to walk and dance   not here, oh not here, where the kids suffer, with bad breath and health   but where we go? we are bound here, wherever we go, we should return here   feeling helpless, mindless and hopeless, fearing becoming reckless and senseless.   wanna be with you, but not here, not here. Not able to move out of here, out of here. If I am doomed to be here, I don't want to bring you in here   If I am doomed to miss you here, let me carry you in my thoughts and wishes, in here, here and here. 

In a world of people who run, Choose to walk.   Choose to be simple, calm and peaceful;   Choose to breathe, analyze and empathize; Choose to forget expectations and hope;   Choose to loose, the past and its self.    Choose to remember, that you always can choose. 

Life is not meant to be fair or flair,   It is of hairs and cries. Don't get afraid.   Wait to think, it is wise. Don't wait after thinking. You lose the choice.    Explore, implore, Everything is a wonder, Let it in and learn.    Be enough, choose enough, Say no to more than enough.  Simplicity is a beauty.    If you don't say,  People will assume. You don't know what they assume.  When you have only two brain cells,  why kill them with anger?   Show up,  let things go forward.  What's the use of fear, if it does not help you be better?  Try, try and fail. Fail, fail and try. You may not have the past, Not know the future,  But present is yours. After all, It's just 25, Not 52! 

I met her,  Like a lovely accident; I was like a bird, Finding the sky to fly. She saw me, Waived and smiled; She was like the sky, Trying to find a bird. I welcomed her  vastness and emptiness; Her storms and calms, Her clouds and winds. She embraced my  fear and loneliness; My desire to be Loved and pushed. I just had to look up, If I was missing her; She was all there,  Everywhere. I would sing for her, Did little dance for her, Her laugh was Worth many lives. She found me easily,  Amidst noisy people; Day or night, it maybe, She saw me always. She allowed me to fly, With no judgement. She was always there, With no expectations. I felt good,  It was good, with her. She said it’s the same When I was with her. We talked, cooked, Joked and cried; We held our hands, Walked in silence. We understood  each other’s vulnerabilities  and responsibilities; We agreed to be together, To complement the other. We took the leap; We wanted memories For lifetim...

Not much I know about you;  But some I know enough to write.    I know that you  are kind, Know that you listen; Think that is  enough, To write about you.   Your eyes smile, Your words wait, Your actions express, that your people are important.   Funny and teasing, But also you are So calm and caring;   Who wants a chiseled body, when you can  make me comfortable; Who wants a handful money, when you can  make me happy.   A real treasure, A great companion, An ultimate friend, for those who choose you.    I am lucky to know you, To talk to you; Accept my poem, As I submit to you.    This is a reminder, for you and me; That you are a great person worth cheer, and to hold dear...