A Happy Soul

there she goes
the happy soul
a basket in her hand
she comes out for a stroll


she walks through the parks
she walks past the fountain
she sometime sits on the bench
overlooking the red mountain


she smiles to herself
with memories in her mind
she blushes thinking about the people
who so far have been kind


she knows she is blessed,
aware of the envious eyes
she makes a humble prayer for them
for someone to come and wipe their cries


with all the wonderful things she hears for herself
sometimes she keeps wondering
"am i taking too much pride in it
have i ever caused a heart plundering"\


and then she realizes
she may not have been as good as all think
she obviously has some grey sides
which cannot be forgiven with the eyes blink


but amidst all the mistakes she has made
there are some wonders she has create
the mistake were her learning
but happiness is her fate


and so




there she goes
the happy soul
a basket in her hand
she comes out for a stroll

Love Story of a Real Life

Movies and theatres portray a very different kind of love stories, with all the glitterier and joy and a notion of happily ever after

Although no real love story is happily ever after, how many of them are love in its true sense in the first place,

Couples scream, shout, cheat, and make each other’s life hell

But amongst all the horror tales is a story of a couple with love in its true colors. Yes it’s not happily after, but it certainly left a happy mark

Each day at 7:15 in the morning at a metro station my house, stood a couple, waiting like all of us to board the metro. The couple was not unusual, regular talks, sometimes just usual silence. They were married so no mushy romance seen, but still there was something very unusual about them. I didn’t know their name so i named them Mr. Desai and Mrs. Desai

Each day as they boarded the train and took a seat, the husband would take out the newspaper and the wife started knitting, a red sweater. With occasional talk about what happened the last day or chit chat about the neighbor’s tantrums the journey went on.

As each day passed, the routine remained the same, the same talks about the annoying neighbors ,relatives and sometimes in-laws. The same boarding of the train and sitting in couch number 2

The only difference was the pattern that appeared on the sweater being knit by the wife. One day the chest formed, one day the back, one day the neck took shape and finally one day the left arm was completed.

Then suddenly the couple wasn’t seen the next day and the day after and the day after.

It felt empty, almost as something was missing from my mundane life. I looked around, tried missing the train in hope that may be they were late and slowly adjusted to them not being there anymore

I really didn’t know them, not even their real names, so although disappointingly, I accepted the absence

Then one day, I saw Mr. Desai standing there at the station, waiting for the train

Something was unusual, something was out of pattern and I realized that he was alone. I gathered up my courage to go and ask him how he is. He starred back, and said something that embarrassed me" isn’t you the one that stared me and my wife in metro". An awkward silence followed it and as the trained arrived I and Mr. Desai boarded it and took a seat next to each other. 

After few moments of silence, i asked him where his wife was; he said "woh nahi aayi" and looked away

The tone hinted me of anger and I assumed a household quarrel. After all which sane couple didn’t have a fight. 

But something in the silence provoked me to ask again about her, and then came a reply," she left me few days ago. She had been battling with cancer for long and couldn’t make it”. He had pain in eyes and my heartfelt out for him. And then in almost funny way I noticed his attire for the day. He was wearing the same red sweater with the beautiful pattern on it................ but only with the left arm of it

Bundle of Support

One day you and i will sit together to compare how lives have went by

was it happy,was it sad

was it adventurous,was it that bad.

what could have been different, 

what could have changed,

 but will i t matter then,

or will it be lame.

i don't have a patience till then, 

so i will share it now,

judge on how my life went by,

and tell me what was wrong and how.

but before you do that,

let me just ask u straight,

please be gentle with the criticism,

for all you know it may make my heart break.

i know i have made mistakes,

i know they have hurt u and more,

but  those have taught me something,

and made me change from the core.

i learnt alot through myself and u,

you were the pillar i always had,

although i made u smile alot,

i know i often made u extreme mad.

thank you mother for standing by,

for you alone were the strength in life,

yes i had other as important as you,

but none matched your capabilities as mother and wife,

you forgave all my mistakes,

and gave me all the love,

i know how much it hurt you,

but it helped me raise all above.

all i can say is sorry,

for whatever time i have let you down,

i love you mother and i hope you know it well,

wanted to keep you happy and not bring a frown.

The Fire Within

there is a restless soul within us

trying to loose itself out

we fear for the destruction it will cause

but the world has no care about

all the hurt that comes and go

has no motive to bring pain or a intent to do so

it raises each and everyone who bends

just not the way how it may pretends

all it takes is patience and love

from within you, friends and above

the almighty will take care of you no matter what

he just wants you to choose a belonging lot

you either can despair and petty yourself

or you can raise above and break the shell

have belief in you,as you will be your companion till the end

of course everyone will be there, just not the same way you want to spend

of all the things i have learnt in my life

everything is not stable, but its yet not under the knife

there is still a lot of time till end

and  a new beginning will begin 

to give hope love and care

with sadness anger as the twin

each feelings as his motive

cherish it like your own child

even if it spoil your walls with scribbles

all it matters is that he smiled

its all part of package

and we all have to take

the only thing you can choose

how beautiful of a life can u make

everything will bring a smile sooner or later

but that's not want everyone is worried and doubt

we fear for the destruction it will cause

but the world has no care about

Girl in the Yellow Scarf

There is a girl in a yellow scarf
seen sitting on the bench watching the kids play and laugh


she has a lot of starry dreams
she doesn't need anyone to judge or to deem


its not the dreams that cause her pain
but the path she chooses and the lane


she knows her dreams are far from the usual match
but she also knows, someday just someday she will have enough to jump and catch


all she needs is the perfect place and time
but the world thinks, the wait for it is such a big crime


what is she waiting for, 
why doesn't she just jumps and grab
is she weak
is she scared 
she wants everyone to believe 
that her wounds are now scab 


she bares it all to her friend
its the supporting hand that they lend


she fears to let pain be a part of her life
will she always be trapped in the constant strife


then comes a time when she achieves it all 
but she is unaware of something that is about to crawl


she laughs,she draws and she dances
she sings ,aware of all the wonderful chances


she enjoys being an apple of everyone eyes
she knows she has made it past all lies


and then her dream is broken again
and there she sit with all her pain


a girl in a yellow scarf ....
watching the kids play and laugh.....

Let the Time Heal

Recounting a conversation i had with a friend long time back, 

Each word had sound so philosophical then, it still does, but when i read it,, with all my heart , ready to believe each word....something ease me out...so here how it goes

In this storythe whole island was drowning...all the feelings were leaving that placethere was sadness, happiness, love, time richness, poor.......all feelings.love was left alonelove had no means to go.....it asked richness to take him in his plane ...... he didn't let him come because of all the money in his plane..happiness was too happy to hear his cry for help......sadness was so depressed to help anyone ......then came there a boat with an elder person in itit offered love some helphe took him to next seen island were he could be safe and dropped him off......That elder was time

Time has a magical power to heal absolutely anything, but what it cannot erode is the memory, it only helps you take time to get comfort with the thought of it....and a change to make the memory bring a smile rather than a tear ..

....it doesn't relieve anyone of pain or sorrow.........but what it does is, give strength , as Morrie would say, to experience it fully and let it pass

hurt like love or joy is a feeling, the more you resist it, the more force it will show to enter you, loosen yourself to each it, .....because it has to pass...

............sooner or later

Finding the Meaning

do u remember

the day i took your brand new car and bumped it....

i thought u you will be angry with me....but you didn't

do you remember when i forgot about our date and you waited for 3 hours

i thought you would leave me.....but you didn't

do u remember the day i spent you entire months salary just on a day's shopping spree

i thought you will say how irresponsible i was....but you didn't

do you remember the day you took me out for a fancy dinner and i became adamant to wear jeans

i though you would ask me to stay behind.....but you didn't

do u remember the day when i screamed shouted and cursed you for a mistake i thought was yours.

i thought you would leave me forever....but you didn't

there was lot of things that you didn't...

you stood by me like a pillar, you took good care of me.....

but when i expected you to return from the war back in my arms

you didn't....

Living Through a Mundane Life

walking through a tough phase of life teaches a person not only to find strength and hope in most amazing yet little things, it also give a human a perceptive of how much granted we take small happiness and joy

joy of having a shelter on head....the luxury of having food to eat....the blessing of having loved ones ...not one in number but in abundance....having the ability to judge and make informed decision....ability to think what pleases and displeases us......so much is it that the list can go on

but how much is the gift of mind appreciated....how much is the joy of heart rejoiced....

how much is the small things that please your mind soul and heart worked on....

i decided to write a list after much thinking....

i took me days so focus away from my grief and complains but when i did...which was just before i wrote this....it made me realise the luck god has bestowed on me...so here it is
I'm lucky to have ...
healthy mind and body....without which nothing can be appreciated
family......who helped me appreciate myself and others the way they are
friends.....who taught me the life is more than what i can see from the key hole
enemies....who taught me not everyone in my life is going to like me for who i m but it will not end my world..i have10 times more friends
ex lovers.....who taught me not always the truthfulness and love reciprocated back...
to teachers...who gave new direction and goals to achieve
home ........which provided me comfort and shelter