Paper Planes in Rain

That time of the day again
When i start melting into the past of you and me
Of the laughs we shared of fights we made
Just the crackle of your cool voice, warming my heart for days

The images are fresh as if yesterday
Alas, it’s the past and not today
The heart’s heavy, moments filled with sorrow
And I cling to those memories in my heart’s borough
Holding to them as the last straw, in my urge to stay senile
losing those would leave me clueless
For everything mine was filled with you

Now Today tomorrow don’t matter any more
Everything’s hazy like the dawn
For wherever I see, I search for thee
But of course it’s never gonna be
guess I’ve become those creatures of the night
taking succour into darkness, forgone from the light
to drink in sorrow to cling to the dreams
forgetting in its entirety reality’s realms

everyday I live that faint hope
of being together again
of laughing at jokes of walking hand in hand again
paper planes ,paper planes
if only, if only they could fly in the rain

and I keep sailing on a boat without a mast
no present no future to hold on
with just the quest for a past to own
and wait with a hope , faint although
of having a glimpse at that face again
when everything wrong would be perfect again
paper planes, paper planes
if only, if only they could fly in the rain

Love (my take )

Stupid Sunday. Nothing to do. So here me tries to decipher Love and some complexities with it. Here's my take on it. More than anything love is that great feeling of getting cared by someone and simultaneously getting cared back. To help in your imagination , something like 2 cute Puppies playing fondly with each other!. ( helps? ) .Anyways, it's also that feeling that there's someone out there in this world for whom you are a priority. That surety of getting total security, care and warmth from a person no matter what happens.(Remember that statement -- Whatever happens, I'm there for you btw Hey, I just got that favorite star of yours plucked for you)

I guess love is a curious amalgamation of all of these. Not all holding true for everyone. I am an egoist, self praising pompous idiot. So, these were my insights. It's really a great feeling to love and be loved back by someone. But what to do if that dream shatters ? Do you keep carrying that extra baggage of broken shards with you? to be constantly cut and reminded of those most beautiful moments of life that you had ? Do you carry those scars inside you forever ? to be kept as a lesson learnt and just hide behind those, more like your war scars, only that these ould b terribly tough to heal? Or do you do the obvious( I mean what's that favorite 2 word suggestion of all your friends? Irrespective of you caste creed, religion or even race!) Move On! ( reminds me of Johnny Walker --Keep walking ).

Whatever be the take, sometimes the first option seems so acceptable. Forget the cuts, forget the constant cuts, that constant torture of being reminded of that beautiful dream. At least you have the broken shards as your prized possessions. Ones that constantly remind you that even if for a tiny fraction of time, that dream had a reality. There's that sense of comfort, a sense of assurance that what you had wasn't something part of your imagination. Your dream had a starting with title of actors and actresses and the movie rolling out. Only that it ended just before the Hero could grow up from a boy in shorts to that tall diminutive personality.

for everything, one word that seems to form a backbone of Love is trust. I never could understand this human judgmental scheme of defining forming and breaking trust. It's funny, how breaking someone's dream, where a life was interwoven doesn't count as a trust breaking act, whereas attempts by someone to peep ( illegally) through tightly drawn curtains into other person's life does. Though of course I agree that the 2nd act is Highly unethical and trust breaking. But why the hell is the first one not ? Yes we are funny people.

I guess we all have our own definitions of love, based on partly what we ourselves are. But again somethings are there common to us all. That dictate the switching on of those Butterflies in the Stomach and those sudden heart freezes and of course that daring feeling-- Love ke Liye Sala Kuchh Bhi Karega!

The Famished Road

That feeling again, on the road
Being at the crossroads,
Having no idea where to go
It’s sheer power, makes you bow

Making a wrong choice , Cowers you down
you are scared, looking for answers around
The previous forks haven’t been kind
You still bear the scars in your heart and your mind
But the scars weren’t because of the choice that you made
They were but a small penalty charged by the road, for walking on its braid
A penalty for getting to choose, for getting to live

Running away isn’t an option you have
Make the choice, forget the past, be brave
Coz after all its your life, your decision
Your consequences so no imposition
For, its the choice to a new beginning, your crossroad
But in the end, its just a famished road