Teri Yaad....

Teri yaadon se hum lipat kar so gaye,

Raat ke andhere mein tanha se reh gaye,

Jab subah ki pehli kiran chubti aankhon ko rulaayi,

Teri yaad, shayad uss pal, teri yaad aayi.

Ek anjaani raah par hum chal diye,

Na koi laksh, na koi manzil ke liye,

Jab apni hi dhadkano ki awaaz gunjti chali aayi,

Teri yaad, shayad uss pal, teri yaad aayi.

Un sab ke beech khud ko akela paakar,

Apno mein khud ko begaana paakar,

Jab sab ke chehre mein dikhi teri parchayi,

Teri yaad, shayad uss pal, teri yaad aayi.

Gam ke aansu jaise aadat ban gaye,

Patjhad ke pattey mohabbat ban gaye,

Jab jab humne palak jhapkayi,

Teri yaad, uss pal, har pal, teri yaad aayi.

~C

PS: This is my first attempt at Hindi poetry. Feedback is more than welcome :)

Epitome of chaos

Back and forth, back and forth,

the thoughts in her head go.

Back and forth, like an unbalanced chair,

Compelling her to think, over and over again.

They say the grass is greener on the other side.

Reality says, it isn't.

Things in the mirror are closer than they appear.

Geddit?

Too many things scattered in the head,

Running around like mice in a pantry full of food,

Atleast the mice can have fun, 

Without worrying about calories, cholesterol and the other 'c's of life.

They say, life is short, work hard party harder.

But why try so hard, to do everything harder?

Life is short, so relax,

Laugh, get drunk, sleep for over 12 hours on weekends.

Note to self: don't overanalyze.

Note number two to self: don't confuse yourself.

And if the sticky notepad is not over yet,

Note number three to self: don't confuse others. 

PS: There's too much chaos in the head, my head, your head, so don't try to get the meaning out of this post. If you still are trying to decode it, read note number one to self, again.


~C

Choices...

In the walk of life, sometimes you come across crossroads.

There are no directions that show you the right way.

It’s that time of the day, when google maps won’t help either.

You have to make the choice, which route you want to take.

And that’s when; you follow your gut.

Maybe you’ll lose your way; maybe you’ll wander for a bit,

But in the end, you will reach your target; you will hoist your flag.

Don’t be afraid of getting lost, don’t be afraid of stumbling.

Losers are not really losers,

Falling is acceptable, not getting back on your feet isn’t.

Failing is acceptable, not trying isn’t.

“I need to find my way out of this and I will.

There’s nothing to be afraid of, my road sense has never been great.

I have tripped, lurched and bruised myself.

But at the end of the tunnel, there’s light.

I need to find my way out of this.

And I will, I will.”

~C

The Demon Calls...

Closer she went to the pane,

Eyes with fright, hands trembling,

She threw the windows open,

A silent wind slithered through her hair.

Someone humming a wobbly tune,

But no one could she see.

Boom! It swiftly hit her head,

And on the floor, she was left to be.


~C

Letter To An Older Me....

Dear Older Me,

When you look back at your life from where you stand now, you feel happy and crazy to do everything you did then. You are still not afraid of taking risks. You still love fighting, especially for your rights. You're more confident, more successful and more content with how your life is.

You are now more stable, emotionally and mentally. You can handle things better. Hopefully you cry less, dance more and can handle alcohol better. You hate nobody and have atleast 2x times the friends you did then. You still love Maggi and Coffee.

You are now a proud owner of a car, a wardrobe full of belts, bags and shoes. And also those Jimmy Choo's! You still  love yourself as much as you did, infact even more!

Hopefully, you're more sensible yet unpredictable, more mature yet childlike, more content yet competitive, more organized yet messy and more loved.

Even if you're not all of the above, remember, you were and you still are the best!

Lots of love,
Younger Me!

Let go...

Sometimes when you’re lost, you need that one thing to show you directions. When you can’t find your way out of a dense maze, you need that one beam of light. Most of us feel like that all the time, so do I. This is not an attempt to pass on any learning or gyaan to people around me, I’m sure you get that all the time. It’s just a little bit of sharing and a little bit of venting. I recently discovered that the directions I look for, more often than not, only I can figure out. The beam of light that I need, frequently, comes from within and not anywhere outside. 

I believe in myself, I believe that my life will steer the side I want it to. Nobody has control over how I feel, the more I feel sorry for myself; the more miserable I will be. The more I encourage myself, the more self-motivated I will be. There’s no point in holding anybody else responsible for the happiness or grief you are facing, it’s neither the circumstance nor an individual, it’s by choice. Make your choice, be happy, be content, love unconditionally, dance, sing aloud, let go, cause trust me, you’re truly blessed with everything you have.

~C