शब्दों में मैं

A few words I came across very recently/sent to me. Somethings I could not stop reading over and over again.

1) Macha's mssg, sent to me yesterday night.

' Manzilein bahut hain,
Afsaane bahut hain,
Rah-e-zindagi mein,
imtehaan aane bahut hain,
Mat karo gila uska jo mila nahin,
Is duniya mein khush rehne ke,
bahaane bahut hain. '

Usually I get loads of such peshaabi mssgs which i delete without even reading completely.
But different is the case with it.

2) One from my little sister, i found too special.

' I want to go back to the time,
when 'getting high' meant 'on a swing',
when 'drinking' meant 'apple juice',
when 'dad' was the only 'hero',
when 'love' was 'mom's hug',
when 'dad's shoulder' was the 'highest place on earth',
when ur 'worst enemies' were ur 'siblings',
when the only things that could 'hurt' were 'skinned knees',
when the only things 'broken' were ur 'toys',
and when 'gudbyes' meant only 'till tomorrow'. '

More than taking me back to the memories of childhood, it realized me my present.

3) This one out of my habit of reading the doors of final block rooms.

' I sit and talk to God,
and he just laughs at my plans,
my head speaks a language,
I don't understand.
I just wanna feel real 'it',
fill the home that I live in.
Coz I got too much life running through my veins,
goin to waste.
Not sure I understand this role I've been given,
not sure I understand. '

From Deba's highly scribbled door, this one interested me when I was still in the most joyous moods of mine and instantly got me to ponder over my actual state of mind.

4) From one of my favourite ambiances, the LL one.

' A new perspective allows the contemplative man to unlock hidden pleasures from the object of his passion. '

So damn true ! A heavy mood, music, darkness and a few words to be with.

5) Something from my own room which I made out only after one year of residence.

' I have only pain to offer,
my world is one full of gloomy clouds,
but one day I know,
the sun will shine through,
and then I will have my destiny in my hand. '

The clouds will part and the sun will shine with its ray (of hope) , in some form atleast

my bottle...

How I wish I could cork the bottle,
and throw it in an ocean for it to never come back to me again...

the bottle,
containing all the disappointments,
the bottle,
stinking of all the shattered dreams,
the bottle,
fizzing out with all the wishes never fulfilled,
the bottle,
full of all the goals never achieved.

the bottle,
moulded of agonies,
the bottle,
labeled with the miseries,
the bottle,
tied with divesting ribbons,
the bottle,
ignorant of all the thirsts.

But.......I can't...
my hands refuse to release the hold,
the eyes are afraid to lose the sight,
and my heart fears a breakdown.

And I know,
that I still need it,
much much closer to me...
than ever ever before.

Do Not Disturb

I left the peak somewhere down... let me be in the clouds for sometime ,

I flood the dryness in some desert of mine... let me walk drenched, a while.

still there !

The night has well passed by,
but still there's darkness on the horizon;

A lot has been spoken of,
but still exists is a word full turmoil inside;

Free-fall has already been achieved,
but still the will to dive is alive;

Everything put on the stakes is lost,
but still... the game should go on.

Answers..??

What if you wake up colourblind,
to a morning spring ?? ;

What if your final step,
is an inch short of 'the' achievement ?? ;

What if the violin string ruptures,
when you are about to play for someone ?? ;

And what if death becomes oblivious of you,
when you crave to embrace it ??.