Just thoughts...

The most delicate yet forever of most essence, Trust, to hold by tight without an ounce of pretence... For the lightest feather swaying in the gentle breeze, A beauty to watch and yet harmed by a negligent ease... The closest to us often taken for granted on this front, Let that not ever disturb the bond to bear its weary brunt... Time it takes to build this castle on firmer ground, Patience for brick, grit for mortar and care abound... To have the core of the selected few touched upon, A bond to nurture every moment and every little dawn... At times a deluded thought is all it takes to scatter, If its one to last and be there let it not ever matter... Trusting the one who hangs in there putting up with you,  With every crazy antic, a partner in crime you always knew.. Fear not for the loss of trust for its not to last by the book, Move, gather the pieces to solve the biggest puzzle life would cook.. The ones who deserve shall forev...

    A walk down the road is forever lonely. The road that leads to that ever changing destination. The road different for every individual yet on these roads there are those turns of doubt and deception. The treacherous pitfalls and the wrong turns which might lead you astray. Such times call for a lamp or a board that directs you. A guide in our lives steps into these mighty shoes of direction. The actors essaying this role change over time but the ultimate motive of this character - the guide - remain the same throughout. The guides creed beginning right in the tender days of childhood, with the very first guide being our mother. To take those tentative first steps in this world of hustle and bustle and to supported by the firm of our father. As days tumble into years we learn from the school of life. Every event around us is ready with a lesson for us to perceive and eventually learn at our own pace. The academic front acquaints us with numerous guides in the form of our t...

    The chaos was distracting. The constant chatter of the people around him. The fleeting conversation snippets fell on his weary years. The day had been a tiring one. All said and done, he was here waiting by the bus stop as everyday. The route number plate read 1331. His tie all wrinkled up and hair disheveled. Waiting and waiting for nobody. The routine was  almost monotonous now. But this day had been more draining than ever. Hardly a bus had stopped by. All had rushed by. Almost as if speeding up by the bus stop instead of slowing down. She came silently and sat on the extreme end of the seat of the bus stop and opened up a book - 'The Shining'. "Ohh Stephen King!, strange choice for this time of the night", he thought. Her red scarf was striking enough to distract him even more. He would have went over and started a discussion on any other normal day, but not today. Today had been particularly crushing and yet was far from over.     No buses h...

     Her sight was divine. As he stood there transfixed the wind blew all around him. Tugging at his senses threatening to tear him from the pages of this dimension. The world around was all but a fickle in the dynamics of his unstable mind. The disarray in his brain was evident. 'Nervousness' should have been the least of his worries right now. How senseless the world seemed to reel and run, not coming for the subtle nuances of being stuck in a moment. Her bicycle stood tenderly propped beside her gently held. A moment where nothing matters. Moments which led to this moment were equally essential. She stood as innocent as ever. But then appearances were meant to be deceptive.    It was so very easy to talk without apprehensions which such moments brought upon him. To open up to her and at times divulge more than what was meant to be. As she traced her fingers through her hair, subtly being gorgeous tucking them behind, he knew he was done in for once and for ...

              The day when your news feed crops up chocolate brands  and videos on the pristine bond of a brother and a sister. The hostel is abuzz with a range of emotions. Some pestering the guard for not notifying them about the postman's visit while some locked in their rooms for the fear of being 'bhai'-zoned. The times when you read a nostalgic post and hear dreamy conversations over the phone. Its wonderful to hear of anecdotes your friends have to share about this very relation. Those well-made videos make you a bit weep on the inside. For its a different day for ones not having had their share of childhood fun with their own sisters. A day when perhaps you are reminded of the blank space against the sibling field. This is post is not to be moppy on this day, but a post of gratitude for those who never let you feel alone on this day.                For those who give you means to brag over the n...

All eyes stare blank and hard, Efforts just to decorate life in a shard. Taking care not to cross paths drawn, Blurry eyes shunned, stifled many a yawn. Square boundaries drawn in union here, Break neck speed and competing with a leer. Circles of society to enter against will, Clashes and alliances become a dreary drill. Decisions made in the blink of an eye, Words but futile hurled, for want of a try. Safe and secure your next day ought to be, Farces valued and not the dreams you often see. Shepherded over the hill of mediocrity, Discarded in ruins below lie the genuinely witty. And through these ashes rise the worthy few, Climbing, trekking the slopes waiting to start anew. Life's more subtle perhaps than some make, Live through the downs and the ups are then to take.

    A state where nobody wishes to be. All fuzzy and dizzy. A time where you are required to decide. To decide what you need to do with life. Life gives you a plethora of options. A string of roads lay wide open ahead of you. Ones walking along leave you at crossroads and keep walking on ways of their own. Every road with its own perks and pitfalls. Tempted to follow any one of the horde down any one of those paths, you stay back. The 'society' expects you decide added to the pressure your brain imposes, imperceptible yet relevant.              How do you decide? Confused and a tinge of nervous fear is how you could be described as. Assumptions and baseless predictions on each of the crossroads add to the furore. Lazing away and not daring to take risks and think beyond the realms of predefined pastures of being successful. One of the paths tugs deeply at your heart. Calling you, but most risky of all. Requiring you to abandon all ...