Writings - Unknown

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...

Oh the girl who has taken the Mother Ganges name, The girl who has gathered 25 years worth of past, The life which frustrates you with highs and lows, Cross it with Sarcasm, oh girl! People say “not like this, not like that”, And they say “Nope. Not gonna happen”, They offer senseless reasons and mindless reasoning But you don’t get stuck in those loops, oh girl! The life gets washed away in time, With it’s zigzag turns; But you choose to spend the time Slowly, relaxedly and Happily, oh girl! Don’t hurry, oh girl; Don’t worry, oh girl; Don’t be sad that  Old age is looming, oh girl! With the laziness, the memory loss, Knee pain and tooth pain, We all have been old Since many years, oh girl! Just forget things, oh girl; Forget yourself, oh girl; Just yawn it off, oh girl; Eat it off, oh girl. Have a feast, oh girl; With waffles, oh girl; Live long oh girl; Score a century, oh girl!

Hey sista.. I used to have a wish. A wish that grew with time. A wish that grew up with me. I allowed it to grow. I thought it was not that bad. Not much to ask for. Or so I thought. I just wished for an elder sibling. Someone whom I will fight with. Whom I will approach for things. Who will be with me in bad days. I wanted to share my good news, My crush and embarrassments, Little secrets and silly banters. I wished for an elder sister - not too old, just around my age.  I wished for you, sista. I looked for you in people - maybe not enough.  But in the end, I couldn’t find you. Nowhere. I could not spend time with you. I could not share things with you. Maybe that’s what life is. Wishes are not always granted. Maybe it’s time to let of you. Not that I am complaining. I just want you to be a good memory. The idea of you - maybe it’s time I accepted that it’s just an idea. The idea of my first love. I will hold you dear in my memories. In these words. Is this sad? Yes. But tha...

 I wasn’t there, But I heard. And since then,  my heart’s been quiet,  like a temple after the lights go out. They say the crowd ran. They say no one stayed. And you - just sixteen -  waited for help  that never came. I imagine your eyes,  looking not for God,  but for someone  human. Someone brave. Someone kind. Someone who didn’t  think twice. But no one did. And I am sorry. Sorry that the world we built  loved its gods  more than its girls. Sorry that your last prayer  wasn’t heard  by the ones who should have. I’m sorry, little one,  that no one chose you.  But I do. I choose to remember. And to grieve. And to ask why  we didn’t ry. P.S. Thanks to ChatGPT

It is a holiday morning,  with trees blushing  from the pleasant wind; The radio started playing a song. The voice is great, The notes are good, I have to dance for this, But I can’t move... What am I doing? Sitting? Sleeping? Thinking? Drinking? Oh, the song is half-done; Why am I waiting? I'm aware,   I'm afraid, I'm confused, that I'm not dancing. Worthless tasks, Needless fights, Senseless pride, they made me blind. Do I ever break out? Can I ever come out? How to make a move, to the tunes of the song? I feel every second, drifting without waiting; The moves are in my mind, Oh, the song starts to fade. I start to forget the song, its vocals and notes; As I lose hope on myself, I wait for another song; But will I last that long?

When you don't like the status quo, change it; It can't change itself for you. When you promise your love, be ready to face great and worse times with them. When you ask "What's the worth of this rat race?", think through, even if it's hard. When you bring in change, it brings its sibling unease; hold on to settle. When you don't make your decisions, others get to make them; don't let them. When you face a choice, choose one, let go of others; need to give to get. Of the twenty-four hours, while we are awake, make moves to be you.