One dilemma after the other.

One dilemma after the other, that's what life holds,

And it eventually will be okay, we are often told.

How true this statement is, no one is aware,
But questioning the destiny? Now who would ever dare?

Despite of every stumble and every painful fall,
We get up, dust our clothes and again stand tall.

Whatever is meant to happen it always does,
But how to cope with it, that's all the fuss.

The light near the tunnel does give hope,
We might finally reach before the doors are closed.

A Triumphant Heart

The bridge she built was burning from both sides,

She stood in the middle ready to give up her life.

She knew all the facts and how it was wrong,

But eternal peace is what she longed for.

She kept looking ahead, not a care in the world,

All the voices around were being left unheard.

A cool soft breeze slowly caressed her cheeks,

Her lips curved into a smile so faint and weak.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember,

Her fond memories of a love, a love so tender.

A love which gave hope and reasons to smile,

Still alive in her heart after so much time.

She knew she had won despite of the loss,

Though broken, but she had a triumphant heart.

Raging Storm..

No I’m not giving up, no I’m not tired of the fight,

I'm still standing strong, pushing with all my might.

No I’m not disappointed, I still have hope, 

but I’m going against, this downhill slope.

I am absorbing even, the slightest ray of light, 

so that I can stay on track & don’t lose my sight.

I smile and laugh, pretend there’s nothing wrong,

But clogged up inside is a raging storm.

I close my eyes & dream of a better tomorrow,

A land of serenity, no sorrow to follow.

But when I open my eyes, darkness is what I see,

Dense clouds of rain, hovering over me.

Despite of the hardships I've been through,

I still believe in His mercy and divine virtue.

I know this is a test and I’m bound to endure,

But I’ll keep pushing ahead, till I find my cure. 

Completely Incomplete!

Still walking down the lane for happiness and glee.

Still searching for my soul, Who is the real me?

My thoughtless mind filled with so much stress.

The torturing pain, all this agony and distress.

I still can’t find my purpose in life.

A lot has been lost, so much to revive.

My vacant empty eyes and a chaos in my mind,

Can’t hold it anymore but I still have to hide.

My vision is getting blurry and my hands are getting weak.

Some guidance from above, some sign is what I need.

I’m tired of all this fight, now I want to retreat.

There is nothing left of me, I’m completely incomplete.

What could have been..

She sat there alone on the stairs by the sea.

Gazing at the sun, searching for moments of glee.

Clutched in her hands are some moments she cherished,

Some vague memories and a love she thought will flourish.

A love which was hers.. also pure and divine,

Without which she has to learn to survive.

She travelled alone on many broken roads,

'One day your path will be smooth.' she was often told.

Hoping for a smooth sail, she kept her chin up,

Tried not to stumble or had any regret.

But the sails of her boat, decided to collapse,

Her soul slowly slipped away, like grains of sand.

She sat there alone by her scattered dreams,

Thinking about her life and what could have been.

Sand, slipping away from my hands..

It hurts to laugh or even smile,

Empty and vacant I feel inside.

I'm standing alone on a barren land,

My feet are burning, I can barely stand.

No matter how much I want to embrace,

Your presence has slowly begun to fade.

Far in the distance, I try to gaze,

To catch a glimpse, of your handsome face.

Every gaze gives up, and to me it returns,

Questions me how much it exactly hurts?

I close my eyes and don't answer back,

Fearing the truth and ignoring the facts.

My life has become so meaningless now,

I'm frail and weak, nothing to hold on.

No matter what, I always knew,

I had You, to look forward to.

Now what I hold, is just like sand,

Which is slipping away, from my hands..

Picturesque dream..

‎"I wish to runaway, to a land far away, 

where there is no one to meet, and no soul to greet, 

a clear blue sky, with some birds flying by, 

lush green trees and some sights unseen, 

a bench by a stream, water soaking my feet, 

soft whispers of the wind, no chance for a sin, 

a place so serene, just like a picturesque dream..."

So close, yet so far..

So close, yet so far.

My world has been pulled apart.

 My tower of dreams, came crumbling down,

Yet I can't resist or not even frown.

Who am I left with to blame & fight?

Or who will ever hear my plight?

 Should I argue with the Lord above,

Or just wither away with my dying love.

 I held in my hand a feeling so dear,

Now my hands are empty and no one is near.

 Is my ship really sinking?

Is this going to be my ending? 

This seems unreal, I still can't believe,

I feel rejected, cheated and deceived.

 Deceived by my destiny and unfortunate fate,

Rejected and cheated by my blind faith. 

 All I wanted was to be loved by Love,

But now this resentment will always hurt.

 You are my best thing and now being taken away,

I wish I could live no longer, not even a day..

 So close, yet so far, 

My world has been pulled apart.

Whatever is meant to happen!

Whatever is meant to happen, it always does. 

Today or tomorrow, the time is fixed.

Live in the moment that you've been given, 

Take less of stress and do more of living.

There will be hardships and maybe some ups and downs. 

But don't be cranky and try not to frown.

You will be tested and brought down to your knees,

but keep your defense up and stay at peace.

Life is not a bed of roses and no one promised it to be,

but there Are days of happiness and moments of glee.

You yourself can define what matters more to you, 

to stay strong and alive or down and blue.

So keep your chin up and live your best,

go with life's flow and enjoy the zest.

Cherish whilst they are still around

Us human beings in general tend to take things which are available in abundance around us, for granted. Be it a material possession or an emotional one. Parents for example; We whine and crib with them, we shout and scream at them, we show them our affection and love too (sometimes) but mostly they are taken for granted as we know they are, and they will be there.. But the reality is, they won't be. At some point in time, they will not be around you to support you, to be there for you. This fact is known by everyone but is understood by hardly anyone.. You fight and argue with your parents even hurt them, because you know they will be upset with you for half a day or a day maximum, then they will be back to what they're best at, being a parent. I know they can be a little unfair with us at times too, but we have to admit it, we initiate all the arguments, don't we? Their anger is justified!

All of us have long term plans, and in those plans, your parents are always there, either in the forefront or somewhere in the middle but they are there. Same goes for them, your mother has already imagined you as a doctor or a pilot already even when you are in diapers. And your father has imagined you working in the best multinational company when you are still getting trained to tell when you want to poop!

My father used to say, referring to me, as I was the only and the youngest daughter: 'Iss ke liye tu hum ghar damad dhoondey gein' (we will find a son in law who stays with us), let alone that, he would never see me get married. I used to think, that when I will have a child, for the first 6 months, I will dump him or her in my mother's lap and I will just 'suffer' through the baby-less baby blues while eating lots of ice cream and chocolates (to relax myself ofcourse) and will pat/kiss/hug my child occasionally. I mean how can you take care of that tiny little thing, aren't they too fragile to touch?... Well anyway, that freedom went down the drain too since she won't be there either.
Parents aren't here forever, they might not be there to pat on your shoulder with a proud smile on their face when you have your success story to share. They might not be there to comfort you with a hug or soothing words when you go through failure. A time can come, when you come home from school, college or work and they won't be there waiting for you to ask how your day was. Even the repeated trips that you make to the grocery store as your mother again forgot a few things where as she has sent you three times earlier; well.. believe me, you will miss that too. You will miss when there is no one to say: 'Yeh koi time hai ghar aaney ka?' (Is this the time to come home?) or even the calls which your parents repeatedly make to know about your whereabouts as if you live in a war zone and can be abducted/robbed/killed any moment. You will actually miss when no one is overly concerned for you.

Parents are a blessing and you just can't function properly without them. We might not realize but we don't depend on anyone as much as we depend on them. So everyone who is Blessed to have their parents or one parent around, let them know. Appreciate them for the sole reason that they are your parents and they love you unconditionally.. And let me tell you, they are the only people in your life who can ever love you unconditionally. They might scold you, slap you even and tell you that you are good for nothing, but they love you and there is No doubt about that.
So cherish and respect them while they are still around so that you would never have to regret!

Scared

I have always ignored what I really feel or how much it exactly hurts, how much I have changed as a person, how much mature and old I have become.. I have never acknowledged all these facts, I shoved them at the back of my head in an area which I have never dared to open since I fear there will be too much, infact too many questions that I have left there unanswered. I feel my being will consider me accountable for all those queries and will expect me to ease them out to provide comfort.. emotionally, mentally and somewhat physically too.. I fear that I would never be able to answer those questions.. I know this for a fact that those emotions locked up there will haunt me, they will remind me of what I don't have and the wounds that have been sedated by me will wake up and they will burn and ache.. Those wounds have the capability to break me down, they have that much power in them.. I took these wounds as they came, slowly and steadily I braced them but I do not have the energy to bear them all at once. The reason I stay silent about what I feel is that I am scared of myself.. I am scared to look in the mirror to actually see where I stand.. How broken and withered I have become..