Another picture is finished

Where did the year go?

Suddenly its the end of the year again

The year started with hopes and expectation

Few of them fulfilled, few remain unfulfilled.

And within a blink of the eyes the year is on its back

Walked a lot, Had few surprises

Shared smile, joy, sorrow, love and pain along the way

Made memories to remember

And now the year is going to be history

And will figure only in converstaion and memories

End of a story? No! finish of a picture

As i walk into the future unknown

I will stop along the way to look at the picture

And to smile.

Home

He hadn’t wanted to go home

Home was some place he wanted to forget

He had pushed back all the emotions

Rising up inside of him

He wasn’t connected or so he thought

Until now, standing here

Looking at the spot where he had spent

So many hours, Sitting and dreaming

what awaited him in the future

He knew now that he was Connected

He had to admit he counted stars from the terrace

He had to admit he did some Dreaming

Dreams that changed his life

And made him who he was Today.
And he saw an unfamiliar face that asked him who he was
Was he to say "this is where i grew up, this is where i dream t!"
He didn't know; the home was long gone; sold.

He was standing there, fighting the pain

That welled up inside of him.

My Hero; My father

I see a very good looking man walking

Wearing a Safari suit

Goggles to cover his penetrating eyes

looking for something big for his family

as people walk by him.

He hurries across the length of a busy road;

to reach the street where he lives.

Home again, I see him sitting in his favorite place;

on the staircase drinking tea which his wife offered.

Greeting people walking in the street

And engaging few in conversation all the while

thinking to himself what to do next

His sullen children have refused to share

Jokes and secrets with him;

And are busy with their friends and some of them are even angry at him;

Futility of which they will realize years later.

He is tired of all the day's work he did for them;

And will now go to sleep.

Listening to mohd.rafi on the radio, dreaming

of his good old days and his parents

he goes to sleep.

Many years have gone by; only memories of him remain.

but i still Miss the Man he was; i look everywhere;

Nobody measures up.

He remains my Hero;

He is my father!

Two different Worlds

Can you be in two different world at the same time? one where you are physically present and one where your thoughts take you. a world that's not experienced by you as it is, but what it can be. where life is all that you have ever wanted to be. i let my thoughts take wings to see where it goes. but why is it landing at your door step.

Where was i Going...

Today upon the road i saw a poor man who when being offered money, tried eating it. and i didn't know where i was going.

Fog in my mind...

I am here feeding the pigeons wondering whats running in their mind. Most of them seem interested in the feed, few of them couldn't care less about it. few males are courting the females with few females falling for it. one common factor that binds them together is the non realization of their captivity, a state that they are so used to that they dont know what it is like to be outside. they get their food, rest, physical craving is taken care of. but no freedom. but then what good is freedom if they dont realize its worth. i wonder if they can even survive the harsh outside world given their docile nature of captivity. but aren't they supposed to take their chance and live their life. poor things! dont have 6th sense is my consolation. time for me to bid farewell to the poor creatures. but hey wait! am i seeing a common thread? how many of us have taken our chance? aren't we so used to the comfort zone that we fail to see whats outside despite our supposed 6th sense? Aren't we like the Turkeys who are fed well until the day, slaughtered. without even realizing our fate, living a routine (turkey's) life. and one fine day tragedy befalls us and we get shocked out of our root and wonder why us, as if we had a choice in controlling events. Does that mean we are mere puppets in the hands of something that has grandeur plans? i dont have an answer. may never get the answer. suddenly i find myself smiling, even beginning to envy those creatures. Fog in my mind seems to fade as i walk out.

Question of Season...

Sitting by the window, looking at the rain. i wonder why am i feeling what am i feeling. is there any way to fight this feeling or will this feeling go away on its own. i dont have an immediate answer. feeling of uncertainty on what lies ahead can be disturbing at times. but dont we all feel it from time to time! let me deal with it as graciously as can before eventually the feeling fades away is what i seem to be telling myself. having dealt with situations like this before, i know only too well that this feeling will give way to some other. question of time. there is a time to feel weak as much as there is a time to feel strong and this is the time for it. even when i have been battered and bruised by life at times, i kept my my composure, never accepted anything lying down and eventually everything worked out just fine and i continued to exist. i look out of the window at the rain which looks unstoppable, but stop it will and sun shall shine again. Just a question of season, and life will go on, as always!