The End

Why is it that one hurts them the most, whom they love the most? And the ones who hurt one the most are again the ones who love one the most?

Strange life is, and stranger it becomes,

When strangers turn important ones.

Hard is the fall, whose rise never was,

Simple is the death, whose life never was.

Pain has its way all through the life,

Leaving only strife, strife and yet more strife.

A despised existence is the only way to be,

When with open eyes you just can't see.

Pretensions die hard, just as they should,

Hate wins the race by miles, as if love just stood.

Numbed are the senses to the obvious,

Attuned one is, to the oblivious.

Failure is the success in its true being,

Or is it just in the matter of viewing.

End it is, of a phase that once was,

Killed it has, a perspective that once was.

The End is a beginning of a dawn,

A dawn, not marked by shine, but gloomy darkness on, on and on!

Incomplete!

When fire meets ice, what gives way?? The ice melts to put out the fire!!

Why does a blind man still SEE the world with a different perspective, though a sighted person loses his perspective rather too soon?

How long does one survive to just get to the border of living?


When something breaks, and afresh a person wakes,
Can one ever realize how high are the stakes?

When something gives way, and life tends to sway,
Why does it have to be all, on that one defining day?

When pain overruns logic, and it seems all is tragic,
Why does one hope to still see some magic?

This is as complete, as complete can be,
'Cause complete things are sometimes, just not meant to be.

Destiny!!

Are our lives determined by destiny?

Or is destiny governed by life’s meandering ways?

When one wakes up with a splitting headache, after a complete night’s sleep, is it destiny at work or will destiny be the result?

Walking on the beaches of time, a look back either makes one smile or a tear rolls down the cheek.

Was the look back destiny?

Was the smile or the tear destiny?

Was the past itself the much wanted destiny?

Destiny……… what are you? Where are you? When are you? How are you? Why are you so elusive?

Destiny isn’t in missing your bus. But it certainly is the choice between cribbing or walking all the way or waiting for another bus.

Destiny isn’t in realizing you love someone. But it certainly is the choice between letting the other person know or despising yourself or just giving up.

For once, let me conclude. ;)

Destiny is what one knew of the future when seen in the past. It is neither made by our actions nor is it written a priori. It is merely an observer. Just the same as the common man in R. K. Laxman’s cartoons.

Make what you can of your life, destiny shall follow!!

Does life love U-turns?

Why is it that dying to live and living to die are so much the same yet so different?

Why is it that pain is always accompanied by joy, though they may be experienced by souls afar?

Why is it that life seems to take a U-turn just when it seems to be moving forward?

The ephemeral sands of time always seem to slip ever faster, when the grip is tighter. A success is meant to be followed with a failure. Happiness is meant to be followed by pain.

A look from the other side of the glass is certainly more blissful.

Pain being followed by happiness, failure being followed by success and a faster paced life being a lot more enjoyable.

But how long can one survive the insanity of being brought back to where one started. Or do the twists and turns make one so delirious, to miss the panoramic view that follows alongside the long and winding road of life?

Every cloud has a silver lining they say. But why doesn't every u-turn lead you forward? Or does it? Is the step that seemingly takes one back, actually a step forward? Or what seems to be going forward actually taking away the truth of life?

Could life be bribed to be the way it is wanted to be? Or has the deal been struck, oblivious to the eye?

Can death be better than life? Or is living a way of the dead?

Is life the option or is it death?

Imagine:

You board a bus to head to a destination far off. Midway, the bus takes a U-turn. What do you do? Sit and hope that the U-turn is a part of the journey? Get off the bus, immediately 'cause you are sure to end up where you began? Or just focus elsewhere, a direction which you may or may not ever take?

Thinking hard is not an option, but hard thinking is and hardly thinking even more so.

Karle karle tu ek sawaal, aisa sawaal joh zindagi badal de……

Main itne sawaal toh roz puchta hun, meri zindagi mein badlaav kab aayega?? ;)