I’m not perfect

Sometimes before wrapping the things, it is good to go for long walks just to ponder about our life. Another week will start tomorrow with new deadlines, new plans and new schedules. Everyone wants to have everything in a perfect way but to lose yourself somewhere to have perfection is not good. In that case, it is better to be imperfect because sometimes imperfection is better to drive yourself to reach serenity.

Maybe I’m not perfect as others,

Maybe imperfection is more on my list,

But like perfection I don’t leave the things,

My imperfection holds the things till they exist,

Maybe I will never have a better end,

I lack the things that others have,

Honestly I don’t have the desire to have an end,

For me, there is no end, there is always a start,

And my imperfection will drive towards that, 

That I will prefer to count on my part,

Maybe imperfection will lead to having a secluded world,

But I never want to have perfection on the cost of self-esteem,

I know what does it means to have everything,

Just to have happiness for me, I can’t steal someone else dream,

Time changes everything,

Maybe my imperfection will also go away,

But I like to be imperfect,

Then only I can change myself again and again,

I can live several phase of life at the same time,

And I can enjoy myself being lost in vain.

The Rain

It’s raining outside. I like the rain but when it rains for the long time, I feel trapped at the same time. But sometimes it seems rain could be an anchor to wash the undesired thoughts from our lives. About the rain, I always have mixed feeling, but like everything rain also have something special in it and something to teach. Today my words may not be having any specific meaning, but I know I will find one day.

Sometimes I want to escape from you,

And want to hide myself beneath the shadow,

I want to wait for nothing until you go away,

Sometimes I have the same story as I start my day,

Sometimes I want to forget everything,

Either I hate or like you,

Though I want to hold your little drops in my hand,

And I want to dance as you do,

Sometimes I like to watch you outside,

When you drench the dry ground,

I want to do dabbling with the same rhythm as you do,

And I like it even I know we are not bound,

Sometimes when you don’t stop for hours,

I feel annoyed and trapped with you,

But when I open my window and let you inside,

Cold breeze makes me calm and give my thoughts a new ride,

Sometimes I want you to pour yourself,

So all the illusions can be washed away,

And then I can write what really means to me,

Words those just belong to me, belongs to my writing,

Else I don’t know, at the end that I want to be.

Dear Dad-a note

I miss you Dad so much, you never stopped me from doing anything. You never treated me like a daughter, and you always said that I am your son. I remember when I was in school and asked you to buy a cricket bat because I was too fascinated about cricket and without any question you had brought it. This incident was beautifully crafted on my heart because I remember I just said and in few days I got it. There were so many stories from childhood; I can count on my fingers and those are still alive inside me. Not like others child I always preferred to have my own way, and you always supported my ideas and adamant thoughts.  Even your dream was different for me, but I chose a different path for my life. You always embraced my choices and helped to live my dreams. You taught me how to find a ground for yourself and how to make that ground special. 

There is nothing specific today, but to tell you how much I love you Dad I don’t need any special occasion. Now I am so far from you, rather than phone calls and Skype, we can’t meet frequently. Even with my busy schedule I don’t get time to talk you every day. But still sometimes your grown princesses need that old time back that we had spent together. I miss you Dad.

Sometimes I found my way is full of hurdles,

I don’t know how to deal, and I start to stumble,

At that time, I want you to hold my hands again,

Teach me like you did, when I was a year old,

How to walk through the unknown passage,

That is not mine, has been already sold,

Sometimes I feel scared,

When darkness start to rise everywhere,

And I knock my own door to ask who is there,

At that time, I want you to call my name,

What you used to do, when I was child,

I want to feel that again, whether it’s day or night,

You will always be there to make everything right,

Sometimes when I do mistake,

And I don’t know how to emend,

And I want to run from everything,

At that time, I want you to hide me again in your arms,

And sing a song which you used to sing,

So I can stop myself from running and have some peace,

Rebuilt the new frame around me,

And try to find the other broken pieces,

Sometimes when I feel alone,

I feel that I am losing myself,

At that time, I want you to tell me the stories again,

So I can make my own dream,

Revisit them, give them a name,

To get a reason to go for a long sleep,

Have an enough time to find myself as much as deep,

It’s not true just for sometimes,

All the edges of my life need you Dad like a shadow,

With time I will grow, and will have different paths,

But you will always be there to embrace my decision that I know.

Knock Knock!

Morning always seems different. It always has something to say, and something is hidden inside to give us a new start.

Knock Knock!

Open your window,

I am here,

Let me inside,

I am waiting,

Don’t keep me aside,

Don’t be lazy,

Open your eyes,

Come with me,

See the blissful sky,

See the different shades outside,

I have just brought for you,

Pour yourself, don’t think too much,

Just think that you have to,

New dreams are lying on the ground,

They belongs to you,

Though they seems different,

They are yours, they meant to be,

Come with me and pick one of them,

Don’t give them chance to go away,

Start your day with them,

Look for the things, what you want for your way,

So get up, hold my hands,

I will take you to the new world,

The world that is full of desires and new hope,

Where you and I, we can write poetry,

We can stay there without any fear, we don't have to elope.

In those eyes

I met someone couple of days back at the train station, we spoke around half an hour. I got to know about my stranger friend’s recent loss.  I was shocked to hear about my friend’s story. It was full of so many questions, even I didn’t have an answer for most of them. Yeah, I know it is hard to lose someone and then to drive yourself towards something new. Even you know what have you lost, will never come back. It will always be there as part of your memory, will always be alive but not in reality. I wish I could do something for my stranger friend, but nothing is in our hands. But still I can’t forget those eyes, this piece of writing is dedicated to my half an hour friend.

In those eyes,

I saw the depth

Depth was deep as ocean,

Shattered and empty,

It seemed everything was broken,

They had no reason,

They had nothing to comprehend,

They wanted to be drowned,

Because they had nothing to lend,

They were looking outside,

Not for something, they were not waiting,

Because the reason was gone so far,

Even the waiting for whole life,

Can’t give anything back, reason has become like Star,

They were not angry,

They didn’t have any desire,

They just had some questions,

In search of answers,

They were travelling from one place to another,

To know more about themselves,

And to move further,

In those eyes, still I am lost,

But I know you will definitely have something my friend,

Life is not at all about missing stops and losing people,

In either case, you have to move on because life will never end.