Life is what happens to you, they say, when you are busy making other plans.
There are many times when you wish you could be the hero and you end up falling with a thud.
That time, no matter whoever is with you, the one who picks you up and dusts you up, buys your heart for life.
A degree happy, a degree curious, in anticipation I waited to to see..
But the inept heart forgets, sometimes it is never meant to be.
Not worried about the consequence, a question it poses in ignorance
It is met with a response of insolence
A little shocked, a little annoyed..
It wondered how a question could have all the deserved joy denied.
Torn, the heart came to the bedroom windowsill
The windowsill was its only pill for any ill.
He wept and wept cursing himself for prying
The cold wind sweeping his face had all the tears drying
He asked God, do I have anyone here?
There was no reply.. that's when the wind said.. I am here
You can tell me all that is there..
Like a lost child who finds his parents.. the heart cried
Cried again and cried till his tears dried.
The wind, now serious, asked if everything was allright..
The heart nodded, but knew it was night and nothing was bright.
The pain was not big, but the heart was bitter
That's when he realized that all that's not gold also does glitter
But it was late..
And after a while, the tears refused to co-operate.
Sad that the tears had also left him alone to fend
He looked up again in the skies and asked, is there someone on whom I can depend?
No answer again, the heart turned back waiting for the sun to dawn..
But that was a while away, so again he asked..
this time with a resolve..
the voice inside him answered this time, yes, it is your mom..
A smile dawned on his lips with this thought which was not new
Yes truly, even when you aren't with me, the only one I can turn to is you.
The human begins to expect too much too fast.
A man may suffer 100 reverses in 100 days, but the moment he comes out positive on the 101st day, he thinks he can break any barrier.. or even cross an ocean maybe!
A man, who is barely into a nice little friendship with a girl for about 6 months... thinks she should call him his best friend just because she tells him everything she does and tells him everything quite frankly.
But then, he never knows if what he was getting to hear everyday from her was because she really considered him her 'best' friend or just because there was nobody else around whom she felt she could converse with.
May be, in her bucket of friends you probably figure in the bottom part, where the water generally is cold.
Some relations are cold where you don't talk or interact, some warmer, where you greet when you meet, but forget them when you don't.
These are relations which are easier to maintain and where you don't suffer heartburn when things don't go the way you want them to.
But, there are relations, sometimes not the 'bloodlined' ones, where you want things to happen in a certain fashion.. but then you forget that a bloodline is a bloodline... no matter what.
The result : You fall against your nose and the other person does not understand nor realize.
You just have to get up, smile, brush off the dirt and move.
What's new with me?
I feel i have grown up.. because these days i look down on the younger generation :)
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