The Past

“The past catches you up whether you like it or not. It could be a gift or curse; you need to let it in” These lines are from the movie, I didn’t remember the name, but these were roving inside the mind from a long time. I never understood why people are so afraid of past? I have seen people running from it and assuming it as a ghost. But that’s not true, like present and future, past is also beautiful. Sometimes I wonder, just imagine your life without any shadow of past then how could you design your present and future, I know it’s not possible. Past tells you how to laugh, how to cry, gives you wonderful moments to remember. I know this is just one way around, because I also agree with the fact that the past is not always good for everyone, some of us had a very painful memories, and we don’t wish to go through them again. Personally I believe there is nothing bad, even in the past when we had some sleepless nights, our thoughts were swaying around a corner without any virtual meaning, each breath of us were losing its existence. Even those moments had given us something to remember, something to take care in future. For me, past is just like an exercise textbook, which will help you to complete your homework for present and future. Today the idea is to salute the past that has given us a strength to stand and make our points in front of this world.

The past, I am not scared of you even I love you

When I looked in the mirror, and saw myself,

I can see your efforts in the shadow to build a new frame,

I couldn’t imagine the present and future if you would not have given the name,

The past, sometimes I am startled  how you could manage all the allegations alone,

When you cry, why it can’t be seen by everyone, why can they see only their tears?

No one cares about the reason, why it happened, what is hidden inside,

People just move on, even you gave them present and future, but they prefer to leave you behind,

The past, I feel sometimes bad for you,

Why we can’t see yours selflessness, why we want to define your destiny,

You never tried to do that for us, you kept us always free,

But we never had faith in you, we thought, we have to forget you to begin a new journey,

We have never realized that everything belongs to you, and comes from you,

So we need to accept that what we have today it’s just because of you,

The past, I know there is no way to get you back, and sometimes it’s too hard to see you going away,

But I promise, I will keep you forever and will never try to judge,

Whatever it was, I will walk without any resentment, and share everything of mine throughout all life days.

The weekends

The weekend is always full of parties, work, and other stuff. Every weekend has some different story to tell. This poem is written as a part of my memory for one of the weekends that I had spent at friend’s place.

In late evenings, discussion over the bottle of wine,

Sometimes heated arguments with the friends about tomorrow’s sunshine,

Some of them are lost in music, and some are singing their own song,

Some are busy and thrilled in narrating their stories, and some are taking the place of corner,

Holding the hands of each other and hoping the night to be long,

Some of them are drunk, but keep saying that they are not drunk at all,

They are confused whether they are in or out, but still trying to keep themselves alive with the night,

Even they are surprised why the things are gaudy, or maybe they have lost their sight,

Some of them are like us my friend, there but not exactly,

Almost quite and sketching the memory of night on the piece of napkin,

Because we love to collect the memories of every single day,

So we will have an idea what the life have already said, and what we have to say.

Maybe not

“Maybe not”, it’s difficult sometimes to define what you are, or what aren’t you? We all are designed very differently. If we get a chance to compare ourselves with others, we will not wait for a single second. But we always need to remember somehow we all have something different and better than others. Maybe that “Maybe not” is not our weakness, is the only way to know ourselves profoundly.

Maybe not like others I drive the things,
But the things I do, sometimes that drives everyone,
That’s I am, I create and follow the path in my way,
Because I know, I can’t satisfy everyone with the ideas,
People will always have objection; I just prefer to listen whatever they say,

Maybe I don’t parameterize the relations like others,
But the relations I keep, I keep them forever,
And I don’t accede to the fact that relations are our need,
I believe in nurturing the relations, and I detest being nurtured by them indeed,

Maybe I prefer to rationalize everything so often,
That’s not wrong; we need to be rational to survive,
But this is the way I prefer to live, not knocking down but trying to hold everything,
I believe that is the only way to get a feeling of being alive,

Maybe I am cynical sometimes for the few things,
But who made me like this, that’s you,
Then why several voices have raised on me,
I do the things whatever I have learnt from you,
So what’s wrong, I believe, and I do,

Maybe not like others I do the things perfectly,
Does the perfection really exist? I don’t trust,
If there is perfection, then everything should be in harmony,
But I can’t see, I can see the bitterness, self-admiration and their lust,
In that case, my imperfection makes me better than others,
Because I am not hiding neither chasing anything, just trying to end in a better way,
That’s my imperfection, my thoughts to have a perfect day,

Maybe not like others I have a beautiful heart,
But my heart is always open to everyone, does it sound different?
My heart cries when someone is in pain and feel happy in others smile,
Then how could someone define the beauty?
 It seemed weird and germinated by a juvenile,
Beauty is defined by our thoughts, and I know what is true,
I believe in my way, that’s the way I follow the things, not like you.

The bloodbath

What happened on Friday evening in Paris has startled the world. This atrocious act has raised several questions about our understanding, where are we leading currently? The bloody evening has not only broken the heart of every Parisian but also forced everyone to think. Innocent people, who have lost their lives, did they deserve to die in a brutal way? Concert stage that transformed into a live graveyard, did the humanity wants to see herself being naked in that way? As per eye witnesses, “Blood was everywhere”. The blood running through our veins is red in color, and it’s same for everyone. Then why are we creating differences, after certain intervals why we have to see the bloodbath in different parts of the world? I don’t have any answers for the questions those are just aggravating the uncontrolled storm inside me. Still my heart is crying and scared to imagine the grief of the people who have lost their loved ones. I know it’s not easy for any of us, but just try to imagine yourself in their place. I know no one can, it’s very difficult. But if the things are going to be continued in a similar way, the day is not so far when we will see ourselves at that place, the bloodbath of our blood. This piece of writing is all about my perturbations, my wish to give them strength to deal this moment courageously.

Hold the things, don’t stretch so hard,

We all are same then how could someone’s presume blood as solution,

This time it’s not for us, but maybe later it runs through our hands,

Hold it before it gets too late, otherwise there would be no way to free yourself from bloody ablution,

Maybe today we have place to hide bodies in our arms,

But what about future, no one knows,

That bloodbath may get transformed into river,

A bloody river that has a start, but the end could be a mysterious to make you shiver,

Alive and cherish people with a desire to bring everything down,

In a second they became spiritless, part of the present but not in future anymore,

Known as bodies in spite of their names, wrapped in plastics rather than sitting on the couches,

How the humanity will survive by watching all this barely on her shore,

My heart is still in shock, and crying for the loss,

The loss of son, daughter, friend, husband, wife, and many more,

Those have gone so far, and left everyone in vain,

Like the clouds those will appear in the sky, but will never pacify the thirst by pouring a drop of rain,

I am with you, we all are with you, and we will fight together against that blood my dear,

No more bodies, no more losses, no more aftermath of the blood,

We will try to have peace everywhere, a life without any outrage and fear.

Unplanned flight-unplanned things

I have been missing out on the writing from last couple of days. Shanghai days were really busy, but now on a way back to Paris. But sometimes journeys are full of adventures until you reach your final destination. While waiting for my connecting flight at Amsterdam airport to Paris yesterday, had been told that my flight has cancelled due to bad weather and there is no flight till today morning so had spent whole night at the airport lounge. Still the airport staff is not sure about the weather condition, but I am crossing my fingers to reach home as soon as possible. I realized sometimes things are beyond your plans, you never know what would be there on your way, we all are just a kind of characters of a drama, and the script is encrypted by someone else.

What we are, just a characters,

Nothing among themselves and nothing for others,

Sometimes encrypted and manipulated,

Emerged out from someone else thought,

Though we believe to have everything on own,

We believe to live in a falsehood, what we have never brought,

We win, we lose and sometimes ended up somewhere in between,

With one hand empty and another filled,

But we all are aware of a fact that end is always different,

And that is the reason why we don’t care about the script,

We believe to be played sometimes and that is quite apparent,

I hope my dear, today my unplanned flight will bring me back home,

I can emend few things without having any information about the response,

Because I know, several of us are in the same dilemma, I am not alone.