In my drawer, my mother finds irrational things And calls it a graveyard and I just look away .
The concert ticket I stayed back till after twelve just to hear my friend sing like it really was The end of the world.
The neon clips that my sister gifted me on the day I cut off my long hair after a boy declared rather firmly that a woman is defined by her long tresses.
The poem on overwhelming Grief torn off from my diary which I had written to god after she took my grandpa away from me Without notice
The ticket from a bus ride When I had a conversation with A stranger who told me almost matter of factly that crowded buses reminds her of her own mind
The crumpled wrapper of the strawberry candy that I dared to buy after the boy sitting behind me in class told me about an app That counted calories.
The pebble I picked up from The shore when I strayed Too far near the ocean and my father had pulled me back yelling lovingly
The ink stained pencil sharpenings That my friend had desperately tried to make into art the day I told her I felt too gloomy for life.
The diary after diary after diary That I filled with thoughts that made no sense and didn't Have to either.
The tissue from a restaurant When I had picked up a fallen butterfly from the table and The color from its wing stained my fingers and I had wondered if I could fly now.
The postcard written in spanish I found within A second hand book written By a stranger who suddenly felt like a lover from another time.
The rakhi I never tied because my wise friend told me that it is not necessary really to use Thread to keep a boy from Wandering too close to our hearts.
The red ballpoint pen I used to Underline lines from Gitanjali When Tagore effortlessly blurred the line Between longing and reality .
The badge from my second Standard on which I had drawn a blue bird on the back and called It my invisible angel .
You see these things are alive and throbbing with The spirit of the meaning they have given my life but when I die would they even matter? A badge and a wrapper and a postcard and A ticket? Just like my breathless body they Would be just plain Ordinary things with no soul. Or meaning hence.
So when you bury me, dear world remember just to take the meaning my life offered you for a brief little while And bury it within your heart kindly for I believe within your heart I
Would remain Eternal. Just like the badge with the blue bird Or the tissue with the butterfly wing stain Or the neon clips Hidden in my drawer that my mother despite her tantrums Never really Threw away.
This is just a perception of our contemporary situation. Neither this is a negative vision nor it has to do anything with the situations world over. I have tried to put through the real time scenarios across all the continents ... Please read without a prejudice
Adrenaline rushing through Breathes stroking fast Charms in the melting pot Daredevilary at its peak Eccentric behaviors on the rise Fanaticism going wild Growling mobs' maddened tide Hippocratic gangs givin' a ride Intolerant public going mad Jeopardizing scenes adding to the sad Knights of the dark getting strong Looting and linching isn't now wrong Moderate thinkers are kicked in the back Nuisance mongers leading the rampant stack Opportunistic hatred is anthem if the town Pirates are also now dressed as some clown Ruining the sedimentation of the yester years Stone pelters & vandalists gone in the top gear Treacherous ideologies beyond one's curb Unprecedented violence incurable by a herb Violence seems to occupy every little sky Weird situations making humanities to cry X be town, city, state or country all's so same Yelling for peace gets you now a foul name Zip your mouth and watch the wrecked game
Seeing you, there is a guitar music in my heart When you smile it feels like rose blossoming Oh my heart, it feels like in summer ice cream is melting Your words is felt like, the feeling of Air-conditioning in summer When hug you, it is like lightening without clouds See in your love a lover has become a poet Let me wander in your eyes, let me dive in love Keeps me warm is you and chai cutting
A thought when you leave a mother only a few don't know how to stay a farther. It's ok to make mistakes but it's a choice to be a farther regardless of issues with baby's mother. A child should never miss hes farther because we all have a perfect one.
Find away too be who you are" Even if you want to or not Just like you found a way to mother when you thought it was impossible but you made it possible. Because to the child you are someone that can't fail.