experience, Family, Poetry

Little Imprints

They say you can never lose something you never had
But what a beautiful thing it is to have loved
Someone that was so close, yet far away
How do we say good-bye?

Like time suspended,
A wound untended,
You and us

Your little imprints on our hearts forever
In Memoriam

 

Culture, experience, life, My Two Cents, Random

What Do You Believe In?

I believe in filter coffee, chocolate and cheese – not necessarily together though either go with every other thing pretty well.

I believe in good music. Not just music that makes you happy, but the kind of music that permeates your very being making you feel and breathe slightly differently.

I believe money can’t buy you happiness but it sure does make doing good to the world a lot easier. I believe that happiness is not a destination but the journey of seeing something ordinary through eyes of wonder.

I believe in good handwriting and manners. I believe in bad comedies with laugh loops and that sometimes it is okay to leap before you look.

I believe that wrinkles on faces are equal to the rings on the tree trunks and that fairness is overrated.

I believe that growing up is dead scary yet manageable and that Nutella with ice cream is godsend! I believe that 90% of what people say when they are kidding is what they are truly thinking and that peacock-blue is the most accepted color for toe nail polish.

I believe that cancer sucks, that the feeling of warmth in your chest when seeing a toothless baby smile is just unparalleled.

I believe that there is nothing funnier than watching a dog chase its own tail, that Opeth totally rocks and that true love is actually possible. I believe that the extra 5 minutes of sleep in the morning goes a long way and so do reading books and poems.

I believe that actions speak louder than words but that the words themselves shouldn’t be subject to a slow, tortuous “hi watzup hru nm hbu” related death.

I believe that sometimes we forget how amazing we truly are and that everything is just going to be fine.

I believe that home-made food, especially pickles are the best, that sometimes it is possible to feel like you have it all or none. I believe that in the future competition will be replaced by co-operation, that equality for all human beings will actually mean something.

I believe in the loud, noisy, belly aching-shaking laughter once in a while, that our beauty and strengths are hidden among what we perceive as imperfections.

I believe in you, me, world peace, serendipity but mainly filter coffee, chocolate, cheese and living – living in a way that is the happiest and the most content you can be. I believe in believing in something regardless of how petty or trivial it may seem because, if you believe in it, its worth believing. Remember that.

experience, freedom, friend, life

A Letter to Pessimism

Dear Pessimism,

Subject: Request to Shape up or Ship out

I write this letter to tell you that we are not working out anymore. More often now than before, you pounce on the slightest self-doubt in me and amplify it to scales unimaginable. Every time I find renewed hope and belief, you are patiently waiting to strike again. Your force is beyond measure; Your existence is beyond justification. You make my head spin in vicious circles by posing the conundrum “What If”.  After each bout, I promise to never let myself be controlled by you again. I build higher walls and put more locks but you always manage to find your way back into my head.

I wish we could go back to being how we were in the past. You sought to offer me clarity in thought and sight instead of the mist that swirls inside me these days. I would always look to you for thinking objectively. Whatever you revealed to me was a fact. With a strong belief in self and a pinch of you, I was able to deal with any hiccups in my life. What has changed now? Why are we on opposite teams now?pessimism

I want you to be my friend again; instead of clouding my vision, I want you to be a part of my eyes to see a clearer and brighter future. Can we work this out? Cos how much ever I deny it, I just cannot throw you out of my life.

Inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt

experience, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

The Bakery

Oft I awaken to the aromatic smell
Of Honey, Cinnamon and Spice
In pure delight doth my heart swell
Sugar, cream and everything nice the_bakery
Thin sheets of flour-milk paste
Simply leads to a huge toothy smile
Longing to savor the delicious taste
Footsteps unknowingly guided over a mile
I’ll quell my anxiety and patiently wait
Till this bakery opens in a while
To discover a heart’s yearning satiate
And hope it lasts longer than awhile
This haven of food dearest to my heart
Thou shalt forever be my morn start

Poem #28 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge in the form of a sonnet

experience, federer, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, tennis

Roger Federer

Out walks the man onto the court
Calm and confident his poise
Raring to go and guard his fort
As the crowd makes some noise17_for_roger

“Heads” is the call on the coin toss
Before walking down to the baseline
Acknowledges his opponent across.
Silence prevails as he unfolds his design

With a simple touch the genius explodes
Dangerous aces whizzing down the line
His serves have no cheat codes
The repertoire of his shots, a gold mine

The vintage single-handed back hand
Lo! Beauty to behold is that drop shot
PeRFection personified is his forehand
Cheeky volleys, the opponent is caught!

A champion’s nature is something so rare,
Aggressive and lethal – a cheetah’s agility
When revealed, in awe I can only stare
Never say die attitude – a phoenix’s ability

His every victory serves as an inspiration
His every loss teaches me to be humble
Watching him play is indeed salvation
This man is just incomparable!

He pushes me to strive for perfectionfederer
His iron-will propels me through hardship
A guide when I am lost without direction
Courage I derive from this idol-worship

He forces me to believe in myself when no one does
From him, I learned to never ever lose hope,
Treat losses and victories alike without a fuss
And confidently tread many a slippery slope.

Deep in my soul I strongly believe,
In the power of this connection,
His influence innate in all I achieve
My role model, My mentor & My inspiration.

The star of tennis shines brightly
Worshiped as an Emperor
Called the Greatest of All Time rightly
People behold – Roger Federer!

Poem #24 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge

experience, life, NaPoWriMo, Poetry

Moving On

How do I mend my broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart
You have taken my heart away
But my love grows stronger each day

In the embrace of the dark night
How much ever I try to fight
Your thoughts overflow in my head
A swollen face from the tears shed

Inside our memories I am entirely lost, moving_on
Even though time had gone past.
As if something tugging inside my chest
A feeling not felt since I met you first

Friendship between us materialized
Love bloomed but I did not realize
Moments we shared were precious and few
I cherished them more than you ever knew

My barren heart longs for you
My empty soul dies for you
My melancholic eyes cry for you
My empty arms search for you

I’ve tried hard to get a grip
Not go down with the sinking ship
Striving to lessen the pain
Wondering if I would ever love again

They say being in love is nice
Thence your life is full of spice
They even teach you how to love someone
But forget to tell you how to move on

Poem #16 for National Poetry Writing Month Challenge