Either I am wrong or right...

Either I am wrong or right,

Darkness everywhere or full of light,

Either I have missed something or still have to write,

Several hiccups, shows fear inside,

Nowhere, no feeling or something very kind,

Sometimes I smile, or sometimes I cry.

Though there is no reason, but sometimes things are kept aside,

Dreams are broken or sometimes too full,

Nothing to be changed, or has to change,

Things those are gloomy and dull,

Sunshine in cold winter day,

Or rain has washed everything away,

Warmness in feelings or shivering thoughts,

Completely occupied, or vain, something like drought,

Unfolded letter, or cryptic message,

Where meanings have to be defined this time,

Used or unused, sometimes like a blank page,

Either we have to conceal the things or reveal,

You and me, or with the feeling of “us”, we have to deal,

Transition is not always easy my dear friend,

And stepping out to get start the things,

Sometimes seem more complicated rather than an end.

Yesterday trip...another story

Yesterday I had travelled to Amiens, a beautiful city near to my current home city, just went there to complete some more official formalities. It was short but a nice trip; people were very nice and helping. I hadn’t felt ever that I was in abroad, far away from my home and friends. In the morning when I was travelling to Amiens, during the whole journey I was slightly sleepy so didn’t notice the outside things and was also stressed about the official stuff. But beyond my expectation everything went very well there and after completing everything I took the train again to come back. While coming back whenever I looked outside of my window, I realized everything was running so fast, and in a couple of minutes I had passed so many stations and left them to reach my station, my home. In another sense I was leaving the things behind to move on, to reach my destination. But at the same time I got a very different feeling, I was not doing anything wrong, they moved on to have something new in their lives, but I was always there. 

In short every trip has something to say and I want to hear their story every time.

Things were running so fast, but inside feelings had perturbation,

Obscure picture of the past, and feeling of leaving the th

ings behind,

Pressurizing to think again, and keep the past as memory but live the present relation,

Not only you and me, everyone has gone through the same situation,

Travelled from one place to another, sometimes we met strangers and fell in love,

But it’s a part of the journey, not yours and would not be yours ever, so just keep this experience as future inspiration,

I know it’s hard, and more difficult than the described expression,  

But stopping yourself at one stop, would never help to reach your destination,

Just see the moving world outside your window, you are not leaving them and they have left you already,

Then why should you wait for them, forget everything and try to take part in life’s new creation.

  

                                                                                                                                                                    

The words

The words those are never written,

The words those are never spoken,

The words those are just made for us,

The words those are always broken,

The words those are delineated as an end,

The words those are never seemed a friend,

The words those are darker than the darkness,

The words those are more painful than the distress,

The words those are restless, and lying on the empty street,

The words those are bitter, and sometimes sweet,

The words those are looking for themselves in star laden sky,

The words those don’t have wings but still want to fly,

The words those meanings are more profound than the ocean,

The words those always have a reason,

The words those are pure and fresh as a drop of dew,

The words those are mine, even though always seem new,

The words those are true, and sometimes full of lies,

The words those are used to say goodbye,

The words those are stolen from my story,

The words those are simple but tough to interpret as a mystery,

In the silence, I have found a connection with those words,

Those are just meant for us, and I saw us there my dear friend,

Those words, you and me, and our new world,

Where we will write our own story and look for more new things to append.  

Bithday story this year and inside child

I never believed in celebrating days, and never expected from others to call me on any specific day. The Days are never meant to give exact elucidation of your relations; they are just a formal feature to treat this illusionary world and make them realize about your false existence. It does not matter either if someone calls or text, for me it’s enough if they remembered our memories. And acknowledge our relation, and the time we spent together. I always wish to be there in their life book as a non erasable line so I can stay there till my last breathe. But still there is child inside me, and who didn’t want to hear my philosophy. As per that child, my heart is still so young, who wants people to call, receive wishes and gifts on the birthday. This year on my birthday, that child was unhappy, no one was there to sing a birthday song, and there was no birthday cake and candles to blow off. Though received some calls but also missed some important expected calls, I told that child there is no need to get upset, it is not always necessary to get a call, people have so many other things to do in their life, but child inside me was very stubborn. Inner child was not ready to listen anything, like a school going kid was sitting at one corner of my heart and making sad faces. It was very hard to convince that child, so after coming from the lab, I took that child to have a city tour. I bought the gift, cookies and muffins to make that inner child happy. After that we sat on the bench near the bank of the river, and I asked that child to grow up now, and urged to change this childish demeanor. In the coming future, maybe you will see more different world, and you will find no one to be with you but you have to move on and keep yourself happy, and you have to pen down your story to this world. You have to live everyday like your birthday and keep yourself alive in this rational world.

In this busy world, it is good if you had received messages from people,

Feel lucky, you still exist in their life and you have some place,

But always remember, loving yourself is more important than anything,

And to write your story in your word, you have to consider this case,

What happened, if there is no birthday cake and birthday song?

It happens when you are in transition, and stepped out to move in the new world,

Don’t try to find out the meaning for everything, there is nothing wrong,

Gift, wishes, calls on these specific days are just ephemeral ones,

They will change with time, remembering them would keep us together, that is a lie,

Like a warm wind they will just give you pleasure for some time,

You will feel the cold again soon, once they are gone without saying any goodbye,

Maybe this year, everything was new for you my inner child,

But you have to grow up now; maybe you will not see any more celebrations,

But it’s your birthday, and it’s your job to take a new drive my dear,

Collect more memories to make your future bright and joyful,

Keep your birthday alive in your memories, not for others “just for you” this year.