Present

Tick Tock Tick

The time passes

Minutes to days and days to hours

Taking all of us along

Experiencing different moments

Moments which turn to memories of our past

Good or bad, they are ones which etched

Inside the deepest corners of our hearts

First Impressions are the best

But Last emotions are more strong

All these at sudden appear before my eyes

Time kept running, my tears made me realize

Its now to live the fullest

Writing the best in the remaining pages left

Making every day count

Creating a better chapter than before

To make sure our book is colored with all shades

Colored good enough ,its not going to fade.

 

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Morning Coffee

My mind awakens
Eyes still closed
The warmth of the sun
Knocking my doors
I muffle in my pillow
Fighting with the sleep
The alarm starts beeping
The traffic on roads seems to be increasing
Room service ring the bell
The paper boy will come today for his bill
Office , meeting , and an appointment tonight
So much to do in such little time!
Monday mornings are never good
I also got to prepare my food
Pressure starts building in my mind
Head filled with sounds reflecting inside
I finally stretch and jump out of my bed
Then go down and reach out for a mug
A pleasant aroma fills the room
With a gulp of this elixir ,all of it calms down
A sip of this mellow coffee is all it takes
To kick start the day and keep myself awake.

School days..

I miss those days

When I woke up early

To get ready fast and rush to the bus stop

I miss those days

When I was happy with ‘not’ getting a choice of dress

The blue and white  was routine, but more than enough

I miss those days

When  there were many dishes to eat other than my own tiffin box

Those days when lunchtime was something more than just having lunch

I miss those days

When classworks constituted of life learning lessons

Homeworks reminded about the classrooms smiles and stuff 

I miss those days

When recess started with a noise

And ended with the scene of teacher walking towards the class

I miss those days

When teachers scolded to shower their love

Parents-teacher’s meeting was two families getting together

I miss those days

When bell signified the time of day

And vacation ,the time of year.

Expectations

Tired and lost
Wandering with the wind
A mirage appears 
Showing all i wanted
All i ever dreamt
With thirst, i run
But distance doesn’t dimish
Not losing hope, i keep moving
My thirst increases even more
But suddenly, all of it shatters
leaving nothing infront
Except the sand and cactuses
I realize im all alone
Nobody or nothing except the Hawks
What can be done should be done by me
Water was the only thing i wanted to see
Why did i even run in the first place?
May be walking could have helped me reached more?!
All said, all thought
I laid down waiting 
Waiting for it to rain in the desert

 

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Destination

We have different roads

But we choose the one which is close to our heart

Route which we believe will help

Help us walk to our goals

May be it seems impassable

Less trodden with sharp bends everywhere

With ambivalence, you start forward

To keep moving and reach the very end

To taste the success and live with it

Rocks and stones on the way

Causing Bruises and blisters; everything that hurts

Every obstacle pulling you behind

Making your smooth road, long and tough

Everything seems to be falling apart

Taking you to a state of melancholy

Vibes, that your choice wasn’t right

Take a breath

Spend some time to think

Doubt if road taken was wrong?

But you liked the travel so long.

You didn’t reach your destination yet

But are you sure that you travelled enough?

May be you did put in extreme efforts

But you were destined for much more

You might feel defeated. Neglected.

A bricked wall blocking your way

No where you can go.

But crying near the wall isn’t a solution

Jump above! Climb up!

If the wall is built too high

Did you try a ladder?

Life is a surprise

And not knowing what you are going to get

Makes it only better at the end.