Forgotten Treasures

To be able to achieve greatness

Isn’t what we are meant to be

In such insignificance

One must look at the trivialities.

Things that are happening now

And yet are billions of times apart,

Worlds being created and destroyed,

By so called humanity’s whims and fancies.

One must look at the long lost love

And cherish why we did what we did

And imagine the possibilities of things that could happen

Or things that couldn’t have been.

But let’s not live in a world defined by the haunts of past.

Unlearn all the learning

For maybe it’s time to look into the mirror

And see the reality for once

And recognize what’s beautiful

And will only become a face of adversary if you let it.

Love yourself in the most unimaginable ways

In ways that do not happen to exist

Because only you can create fantasies

And bring them to live into utterly broken lives.

All I want to say is that,

It’s alright if something didn’t happen,

It’s alright if something in fact did.

Nothing could possibly change

So embrace what that is now

Love the only thing you have

That is you.

But still,

It’s alright if you aren’t much loved,

There are plenty who will or maybe

Just one person who does

And still, it’s alright if you are loved

You shouldn’t fear it.

It’s alright if things don’t work out

It’s alright if you love darkness

Or if you want to be sad and broken

Or if you want to be crying all day

Or if you decide to never trust

Or to never truly laugh

Or to hide behind that mask of happiness.

It’s alright if you don’t like your family

Or if you don’t appreciate kindness

Because all stories are beyond our comprehension

As at times such things don’t matter.

And although everything might hurt

It will be alright if it isn’t.

And most of all, it’s alright if nothing really is

Because time heals.

Yes it does, really.

Existence in Solitude

I do not know if I even exist

In this peaceful darkness

I can hear someone breathe

I can hear someone live

I can hear the sounds in the night

But I do not know if I even exist

It’s beautifully terrifying

The art of the night

Making us question ourselves

And life and its basics

I can feel the wind touch me

Like the October wind does

Filled with melancholia

And yet the most serene thing ever

Maybe that’s the beauty of it

Things that we do not see

Are hidden beneath the first surface of solitude

Just like in every single being

Similarly

I wonder if someone will find me

Find that I might have something underneath

Probably treasures of unknown wisdom

Or just another boring mystery

For that, maybe light the passion of darkness

Till then all I can do is probably exist

In the wake of religion

In times like these

With virtual being our release

We owe valour someday

To love ourselves in another way

Rather, in a more natural fashion

Where people wonder indomitable passion

But in a more disbelief, it frightens me

Thinking about what I’ll do

Not to conform to worldly wisdom

I’m willing to be a forgotten autumn leaf

Falling to be free

Yet only be called a liar and a thief

I am willing to meet this humble end

Among those fallen soldiers

Where in I shall lie

Unnoticed and forgotten

Only to be crushed under their feet

But let’s not let this chivalry end

And put an end to all pretend

For all I know that maybe God is a sadist

Having given us free will

He enjoys what we do

Not to ourselves but others

And he loves stories of torture

Mayhem and despoliation of humanity everyday

And maybe that’s why they believe in him

For they enjoy the pain as much as He does

For me, hate is a strong word

But so are love and life

If only in this land was there no God

People would look upon themselves

And not as pawns of an imaginary fiend

Rare Circumstances

In the year of 1999 all my hopes shattered, my idea of life was uprooted and bones tingled with fear at the very thought of love for I believed that every happy thing ends on a rather sad note.

Yet after years in hospital and more years in therapy I came out to be a strong person. And during my periods of sanity I realized I had inherited much. But the irony is when I wanted money I was penniless and now out of nowhere I have everything I don’t want.

Pushing my wheelchair hard, mainly out of frustration, I decided to end my social identity as a recluse. I decided to sell books on a stall by the road!

I could not continue with my old job of running a heartless company and neither could I possibly face the monotonous schedule and official diorama. Added to this, I didn’t have many friends who would ridicule my desire to be with people of a different genre. But there was Mr. P, my psychologist and I didn’t tell him about my future venture.

I was young and reckless but that is how I found my wife.

Of all the books at my home my most beloved possession was The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien. Almost every night I would fall asleep by its side. My father would read every line with heartfelt emotions and mother would help me dress like an elf whenever I wanted to run away into my dreams. But as I said happy isn’t what was planned for me. Now, whenever I am broken I have my copy of the book and I would read it just for the sake of old times.

Years later, I was beside my stall, hoping to be greeted by a customer I read my favorite book. The street was dark with a distinct smell of O’ Henry’s burgers. There was a strong wind which made the atmosphere more gloomy and pale, yet I had a strong feeling of being watched. Amid the howling dogs, honking cars and screaming children Mr. P came. Stomping at the carpet he said, “Hello, Jensen. How have you been feeling lately?”

I found those words unwelcome. If I said that I was fine he would emotionally blackmail me and if I said that I wasn’t he would hover over me till death. To avoid all the agony I said in a rather puny voice, “Same old, same old.”

 “Well, since you didn’t return any of my calls I took the liberty of allowing myself to ponder over your shop. And by seeing your under-improved state I suggest you should find another means to spend your day. And how many times do I have to tell you not to read that book, not to fret over what had happened?”

“This is my idea of happiness and that is all I have to say.”

Providing much relief, a woman too pretty for her age stepped ahead looking for a romantic novel (a genre I hate more than anything). She scrolled through a book and flipped through the pages just like the breeze which ran its hands through her unbelievably dark hair. She asked what the price was and I couldn’t speak. She was just as I had imagined her to be, my Arwen the fairest creature from my beloved book. I searched for words and surprisingly instead of saying anything required I demanded two dollars.

That night I couldn’t sleep, I had been hallucinating. Scared I went to my bed with difficulty. My inability to walk had rendered me useless. I flipped through the pages of the wonderful book. I went into a deep slumber. And when I woke up my world had changed. I wasn’t Jensen Archer, the poor rich guy. But I was the king of the men, Aragorn, the rider from north gifted with wisdom and longevity. My love of life was Arwen and I was there to save the world from its doomed end. I wasn’t in wheelchair any more for I could run. I had somehow found a passage to the place I had always wanted to be in.

Be Brave

Every single day I fall in love with this creature all over again. I travel a new dimension every day because he mesmerises my heart and soul with his unconditional love. People might wonder how exactly this is related to travelling but let me tell you one thing; every day is a journey you take to reach a new unexplored rein and everything you do is part of that journey.

A tribute to the best dog in the whole wide world!

I didn't mind when you kept me awake all night with your howling and barking (and when you got scared in your dream, it was kind of funny though :p)
I didn't mind when you peed on my bed (okay that was just once but why? :O )
I didn't mind when you literally punched my eye (oh the pain!)
I didn't mind when I took you for a walk and you dragged me across the road and I scrapped my knees (that stupid cat across the road!)
I didn't mind when you shed all over my blanket (got it dry cleaned, twice!)
I didn't mind when you stole my food (because I don't need that much food anyway :/ )
I didn't mind when you ate peacock poop and fell sick and I had to clean up afterwards (you and your exquisite choice of cuisine -_- )
I definitely didn't mind when you curled up into my lap to sleep and I couldn't move for hours
I surely didn't mind when you slept in my bed, inside my blanket with my pillow (how did you even manage that :O ) 

Two years with you have been a wonderful journey where I have become a better person only because of you. You have taught me of the meaning kindness, bravery, self control, patience, discipline, strength and above all unconditional love. You are my muse, my angel, my friend in disguise.

You are mine and I am your human. If only I knew how to love humans as much as I love you :*

Bilbo the Brave :*

Unchallenged Melancholy

Even before I have known

I have craved for things forlorn

I wonder how I want

Things that I have never even known

Such as the warm whisper of love

Or a touch of stranger’s hand

Or the earthy caress of sand

Or nights without fear or glib abode

Or to know my mother’s favourite band

And maybe among other things

A smile that I long forebode

I wonder how I seek pleasures

Even in tiniest creases and cracks

I push hard to go beyond measures

And find solace even in dingy shacks

Because I know that even in the light of day

There will never be enough warmth

Not in the shadows under the sun

Or the congruent man’s wisdom

But maybe in the hatred of isolation

Or the stab of a knife

I might find what I seek

Only to other’s dismay

Sordid Tale

Sun goes down
But I'll still be here
Netted puckered fish
Dancing to the escaping wisdom
Wriggling at the sword of the producer
Flipping its tail
The flag of patriotism
On a staff of shame
Tethering and quivering
Down and out now with a trodden face
Horses of the wind
Broken for a graze
And the music within
Lullabies in no grace
Netted and pierced
Fluid so bitter with fear
World may go and my family breed
I'll still be here
Hung in there
With open eyes and lost creed