What’s stoping you?

You are there holding your lover’s hand

What’s stoping you from telling them ‘I Love You’?

You’re on the phone with your best friend

What’s stopping you from telling them ‘I Treasure You’?

You’re listening to your mom talk about her housing tips

What’s stopping you from telling her ‘I Miss You’?

In the darkest of hours you will recall them

Cherish the memories left in your mind

You will decorate your pictures and your scrapbooks

And yet you will hold back from saying it out loud

You won’t let yourself get more intimate

With the people whose presence fills your life

And yet when they are no more there

They are all you will think of.

Untying the knots

Day after is my last exam… and consequently, the last day I shall be meeting the ‘gang’ of my past 4 years. Of course, there shall be opportunities in the future, to get back, but there is no saying, who will stay and who will move on. Most of us are going to be re-located, some of us to work, some to study & most, to lose contact. I was thinking about how it’s going to be once we part, once we untie the knots, and well… this is what I came up with. I know it sounds more like it’s been written for a lover… but well… I do get carried away at times. Turns out, I shall in most probability be feeling just the same way.

  

Lost in your embrace,

I can’t seem to remember

The last time I cried,

The last time I felt pain.

 

Yet, here I am

Crying my heart out,

As if nothing could be worse,

Nothing else could break me.

 

Why can’t we just stand still

Like this, forever?

Why must time

Betray us like this?

 

I can’t seem to let go,

I don’t want to…

But what choice do I have?

They’ll drag me away anyways.

 

And time they say,

Heals all.

And soon I know,

We’ll cease to exist, in this way.

 

But I’ll still cherish

Every memory, every moment.

And my love might waver,

But it won’t ever die.

Why can’t my life be wholly mine?

 

Why can’t my life be wholly mine?

 

Why must others’ expectations define my ambitions?

Why must others’ dreams shape my reality?

Why must others’ concept of reality distort my dreams?

 

Why must schedules & timetables

Chart my life?

Why must a planner

Tell me what to do?

 

Why must a clock decide

The ‘time’?

Why can’t I distort it to suit myself?

 

Why must applause from others make me feel proud?

Why must discouragement & criticism show me the ground?

Why must a pat from someone else have more significance

Than my own faith in myself?

 

Why must others’ opinions become a fact?

Why must others’ idea of right & wrong

Become ‘Right’ & ‘Wrong’?

Why must unspoken rules force me to think in a certain way?

 

Why can’t I indulge in eating to my heart’s content?

Why must the weighing machine decide my diet?

Why must my appearance to people decide my wardrobe?

 

Given this very minute will be my last…

Will I enjoy again, the taste of chocolate, the smell of citrus, the sight of a baby’s smile?

 

I’m not demanding a reckless freedom

I’m only asking what is already mine

Not to be broken in splinters, distributed to the world

To shape and distort as they please,

 

Why can’t my life be wholly mine?

A TIME OF A LIFETIME…

 

In reference to my last 4 years (shall I be specific and say, my Engineering times)… those who’ve known me on the better side…esp in recent times…will know the significance of every word quoted

 

Whence comes this time?

 

Where I have learned & lost,

Labored, pained, cried,

Laughed, smiled, loved,

Hated, detested, bitched

Been an angel & decayed

 
 

I will dig up this time

Never to recall it, perhaps,

But there is no denying,

These have been the most memorable years

Of what I’ve lived thus far

THOSE GIRLS…!!

Oh how they oversubscribe

To punctilious behavior sometimes

So mechanical, so artificial

Yet people gape at them with awe

 
 

What is attractiveness without some flair?

Not that well-rehearsed movement of hands

Or the highly accented voice escaping their lips

That also give perfunctory kisses in the air

 
 

On every street corner you’ll find them now

Those chattering, twittering little birds

But well, beauty isn’t their forte

It belongs to the broad feathered ones

 
 

Beauty does not come with practice

It is an inherent attribute

It takes as little as a smile to define itself

Or the twinkling of an eye