Lost again

Last day of the year, like a day this year has also reached an end. Today evening has something special in her hands, everyone one is waiting for it and wanted to celebrate the commencement of New Year. But for me I don’t know what would I say and for what am I waiting? Evening seems same and nothing to celebrate it. New Year doesn’t seem new, its carrying remnants from the old year again. I know when people read my poetry they will say it’s not true for everyone. I do agree with others its darker side of the day but maybe I am lost again in the darkness of this last day. There is no reason behind that, and no one have made me think again, it’s me, only me who ponder a lot about the things as per my name. Maybe it’s just my name that is forcing me to think again.

Lost again, it’s hard sometimes to deal with reality when we are so much involved in a fantasy world,

When house made of playing card just broke down with the breeze of wind then you realized it’s not fun anymore,

Sometimes we want to leave our imprints behind us, so people can remember our existence,

But sometimes we forgot about true things, and all the time our footprints are washed away by tides, and then we realize it’s not possible on seashore,

Lost again to understand why I am lost again, there is a clear sky then why would I expecting the rain,

Why am I elongating the things, even I know things don’t have resistance, and they would not last in that way?

Lost and found are two faces of a coin, then why I have never noticed, for me both are same just like an ending day,

 Lost again, when the reasons are undefined, and their definition is more complicated and vague,

When your clock is on time even though you feel sometimes you are getting late,

You feel like a loser sometimes, but you have already won everything for yourself in time,

It’s true each victory is not yours, just a move to make more new moves and still a lot to win but for now there is nothing to say mine,

Celebration has just started everywhere, and getting more intense as the night gets older,

Everyone is lost, some of them are like me and some of them are lost in music, and imbibing themselves in the glass of wine,

But lost thinking and lost thoughts still have to find the place for them; they have to carry themselves to another year,

They don’t know about the coming year, New Year is still a mystery for them but they hope for something new my dear.

I am scared..

Am I scared or not? What would be the right answer, even I don’t know? Sometimes I ask this question several times and every time I got the same answers. I am not scared, because I consider myself very brave but sometimes I do. Not because of anything, but because of losing myself somewhere.

I am not scared of the darkness; I believe just because of it I will get a chance to see the beautiful morning again,

But sometimes I have found morning bride came along with darker attire, and brightness of the day can be easily washed away with rain,

I am scared to imagine having that morning in my life which is still not mine, but I can feel its pain,

I am not scared to walk along on empty streets because I believe empty streets and my life have the same destination,

But what would happen, when someone else would acquire those empty streets for their desires,

I am scared to share my destination, because it seems like there is nothing left, and someone has kept everything on fire,

I am not scared to have a white canvas for myself; because I believe then I will have more options to fill my own colors,

But sometimes it’s hard to choose colors, because few can enhance its beauty like stars, but few ones can condemn its purity,

I am scared to imagine that bad picture because once it is made no one can re-paint it again, and I don’t want to lose its integrity,

I am not scared to hide anything because I believe accepting the truth is an only way to choose the right path in your life,

But sometimes truth has more bitterness than anything and it will take everything away from you,

I am scared to have that truth one day, because I know myself I will accept the truth; It does not matter how much it would cost me but I will cry too and that is true,

I am not scared of losing things; because I believe to add more new things in life, it is necessary to forget about few old things,

But sometimes it would become misery when you have to replace your whole life with something new,

I am scared of losing myself in that life, in that case I will have reason to move on but I will always miss that music that I wanted to sing.

Merry Christmas- Letter to Santa

When I was a kid, I used to write about the wishes on my notebook on every Christmas and I kept that notebook inside pillow in the night. I had a strong belief that Santa will come late in the night; he will see my list and make them true. I did the same thing for years and years until I became young. I never told anyone about this because I thought people would make fun of me. But I know I am not a single one; they are so many kids like me. After so many years tonight I want to write again about my wishes. I want Santa to come, and I want to tell him everything not only about my wishes, but about all things that I have never spoken. Things those are still left and have not gotten any place yet in my poetry, and looking for something else.

Merry Christmas!!

My letter doesn’t contain any wishes tonight,

Few words without any specific meaning and rest are white,

I do remember; some wishes were there,

But now they are no more, they are gone so far away,

Sometimes I feel bad because I could see myself in them,

But I think they were not meant for me, and that’s why they didn’t stay,

Tonight I just want you to come, and read my letter,

I want you to feel about those words that I have never written,

I want you to hear those words that I have never spoken,

Tonight I don’t have any wishes; I want you to write a wish for me,

So I can feel the things again which were lost somewhere,

I can do the same thing for others along with you,

And make their life more alive with love and care.

To My Dear Friend

Four years back I met a person; we shared some beautiful time together. She has an amazing personality, and I can say that I am lucky to have her as a friend in my life. She is very special for me and will remain special always. Today she has started a new journey of her life, I wanted to be with her but life is not always planned as per our wishes. I know we missed each other, and I missed her so much but my wishes are always there with you my dear Priya. I want to wish you all the happiness my dear and will look forward to our next meeting.

I always dreamed of this day, and thought of witnessing this occasion together,

Where I would capture all the moments, and make it more special by being there,

I wanted to see those colors; those were taking place in your life very slowly,

I wanted to see your new canvas and things which you were going to share,

But the time always has something new, and it’s hard to win a race against time,

I failed this time but still I am happy; my dream has taken a shape now,

Beginning of yours new life is more important for me than my reality sublime,

New things have just added to your life, they will take you to a new world,

Which is just yours, and you would be happy to know where you don’t to say many words,

You will be treated like a princess there; you will have all the glittering stars in your hands,

You will see the happiness bigger than the sky and deeper than the ocean my dear friend,

I know I am far away from you, but my words wish you everything,

Wish you all the happiness even more than the happiness that will never end.