To Be A-Friend or Not to Be ?

Remember how as kids we would stop talking to a friend if he or she argued with us, strongly disagreed with our opinions, or simply put us off? We are still the same, only more subtle in our approach.

We stop being our complete selves in front of them. We stop revealing ourselves, thinking they would not understand or misunderstand.

PC : The Artidote

It is sad to lose a part of somebody like that —  it is sad to witness a shift in their behavior. More so, it is sad to realize that it won't be the same anymore between you and them.

So, can things reverse?

Well it depends upon you and them, and which one of you is willing to give up the mask of ego and face the other. May be you could be more accepting of how you both are different, never-mind right or wrong.

In some cases, time might heal everything, so chill.

PC : The Artidote

Time Is Up

How subtle is this time

It relieves itself

Every hours every minute every second

From the burdens of past

I hear it say that the minute minutes are not long

Jumping between numbers

Testing human patience from point to point

A tick-tock of delay

And it hears you whine

In between spaces

It fills the sheer void

It knows no stopping

Yanks the moment to start, to end

Effortlessly

It deceives its followers

Into thinking there is more of time

Pulls down the curtains

Gently, reminds all

Time Is Up

Out Of The Box

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Within the box of the world

I speak up the truth

Deduced from a million shreds of my mind

That which went through the circle

And came back learning and seeking something

New, raw and appealing.

Hit by the afterthoughts,

Buffeted by the obligations of world

Forced frozen perceptions

Blinded by the clichés

I follow, you follow, every day

Building my dynamite, locked in the head

Closing the eyes and trying to forget

My visions and dreams burgeoning

Left alone with weak tendrils

Visitors in and out of the box

Whisper strange things—hold and lift you up the ground

Then, let you lose to go down, you drown

In the quicksand of their company

Pictures hung on your wall

Sing a perfect short story

Bygone days, they repeat with repent

Of those who came in and, then, left the box
I strive for life beside them
In the perpetual playground
Blindly following the sun and the moon
The box opens to new, yet, I am nowhere

The morning came as the sun rose again

But, who stayed through the night paved their own way
Repeating the journey, I assure you will too
Next time, traveling in a different land
Shut not the box close
Climb out and breathe

Twinkle Twinkle little star; How I wonder what you are

"I am twinkle, a star..I let myself be, away from the cluster of stars that are moving away at immeasurable speeds. I am bright magnificent, burning within and brightening out. You see me twinkle high up there beside my companions but there are distances between us light years apart. I am alone but I glitter, I shimmer. I am the proud owner of my gas and dust. But 20 million years has passed, and I hear nothing and bear solitude. A little star had zoomed past before that brief time. Tinkle I still remember its name. It had asked me to join it for an adventure across the milky way. A Puny phase of dust I had told him. It was! A dust ball, shining just because it was too near me and I knew it would glow low once it was away. And what for should I lose my shimmer, my iridescent self, I had thought then."

"But for these 20 million years, I stayed and glowed but I thought if my burning alone was worth. My planets, my own children needed me but even they are no more now, and what shall I give life out for, my shine for. I wish sometimes I could zoom like tinkle and travel across these dark distances that I watch in wonder."

"Oh wait! Did I see it? Tinkle!! Is it you again?"

"Hey! Ya I move on and off this orbit, anyways I have to glide away so bye, may the stars of stars watch over you"

"Hey no wait! I am exhausting now, I want to see the world before I run out of my gas. I apologise for being pumped up with pride. I realise now, I am the same gas and dust as you are. We are from the same big bang. Please accept my apology and take me away. Let me see the milky way, let me pass across the darkness around me, take me to light , take me across the quasars about which you mentioned last time. I want to see the universe."

Tinkle radiated back even more than Twinkle this time.

"I forgive you Twinkle, come buddy, shed off the nebulae of your pride and ego, let out your fire and die like a hero through adventures of the space."

Twinkle is still there in the space and lives through the dust that always stays in between those dark distances

Death and Deceased

If I believe that death be so beautiful

And the dead oh so powerful

Truth says none could ever escape the latter

And none would affect the very former

Erased by time if dead is now

Then what shall cause it to pain and bow

What shall cause it to gloom and doom

How shall glee matter?

If it ends too soon

Death, you say, no don’t say too loud

Afraid that it might come about

Undefeated and invincible

Unexplained and inevitable

Wonder then why so beautiful?

To devoid you off what you suffer

Be not afraid O’ brother

It takes your pain away

Frees your soul lets you sway

Frees your mind off your similar kind

In infinity as you lay

Descendants of star, here we are

We stay chained by shackles of time

Stained with the worldly regime

Don’t you want to be free?

O’ brother! Death welcomes you and me

We are her children

She made us run, have fun

We now need to return

She will protect us from hell forever

For we would never have to suffer 

The world is a bad place they say

Death be our friend anyway

Dead be a state so fulfilling

Like a mother and her child embracing  

Before I die Before I Die

On the Wings of Time

There are pathways laid to follow

And trails to go on to

There are ways in the labyrinth

And then there are you

Just taking me somewhere

Holding my hand gripped tight

I think I didn’t stare around

It is just you fixed in my sight

 Through the bustling roads we move

Across the buses and cars, their honks

Time that is waiting to happen

I stopped it all for you

Until I mind the ticking bacon

And spectator eyes, a few

 Those songs that escape the lips

 Were In rhythm of the heart that beats

   Slow though quiet but steadily

  Breaking the rules, that miscreant

And off I go, am being taken

Gliding like a dragonfly

Speeding across the space and time

My own rules I defy

Just settle down with rain

Settling down with rain

Into the puddles, stagnant and calm

Where even the ripples whisper

Into a melodious song

Through the filters of space and time

Being benign in every manner

Molding into the best

With all the peace to gather

Like icicles smooth yet sharp

Slowly formed out of cold

Glittering in the light of dawn

To fathom the self not sold

Risen from the dark and deceived

Hailed from the altitudes

Silvery, washed by the mercury

Ending all up in subdued

Strife marks its end

Tranquility and peace stand duel

The gold lies beneath the chest

The ink gets tainted to quill

The words come out as river

From the peninsula to the wide

The beds have shells and pearls now

No meaning in disguise

Purity speaks and shines in white

When the sun burns out to speak

And the lilies blossom and please the eyes

Once when ceases the bleak

And so shall on, so shall forth

Given the love a chance

Humble dances with honest

Devoid of constraints in stance

Yearn for letting go,

Holding on gives birth to pain

Look through the window

For let it not be stained

Just settle down with rain

Just settle down with rain.