Death

It is the end of the era,
The end to all the good,
The end of all bad,
The end of the experience of life,
It marks the end;

The memories become fonder,
The dead man more loving,
The sins seem smaller,
And losing them harder,
We as humans cannot comprehend,
What must go,
And it's need;

We are frail to the ending,
Our egos fatal to our being,
We disregard any power,
For we believe in none,
And yet nature jolts us to reality,
When death laughs upon our vice,
And humours our wit,
And there comes our world tumbling down

The Sign

Perfect doesn't exist,
Or we've become so accustomed to compromise that when it sits right beside us,
We blink and say, "that's not true";
Maybe that's what we've become,
We try to shield ourselves so hard,
That we've forgotten what real feels like,
And anybody who comes by,
Has to stay, fret and cry to make us believe,
That for once they need nothing from us;

In the movie hall,
On the streets,
It might be time to stop,
To stroll a little,
And notice how time flies by,
How leisure we miss,
And how the dust swirls in the wind,
How human we are,
Vulnerable, imperfect, weak,
There is beauty in pain,
There is beauty in solace,
And there is perfect in imperfect,
For all who bear with our imperfect selves,
A big thank you....for being there,
A small request,
Just be honest.....

Compatibility

Noun. compatibility (countable and uncountable, plural compatibilities) The state of being compatible; in which two or more things are able to exist or work together in combination without problems or conflict.

Personally - an overstressed word. What makes you think some of the best couples sync like magic ? They don't ..... things go wrong and they handle it. That's the fun part - right ?

Now, that doesn't mean its literal sense goes down. With time, we grow to be more. For people who do not stop learning and are goal/dream driven, it is essentially true, we become and evolve into humans every day we weren't yesterday. Yes. it's positive and we love it. There's a small challenge. With more individual growth, you grow apart from many others and less compatible with the mass. Sounds cliche but that's a good thing.

Thus, on a journey of self discovery, it's both enriching and freeing to find the likeminded souls, if you're extra lucky, you might fall in love too :)

For the over-stressing readers here's some fact check. Did you know 'the similarity between couples' mattered less than 1% in successful relations ? The Harvard study showed what mattered the most was the likeness of reaction of each person to emotional turmoil. So if you cry together when bit by an ant, you have a good shot.....forgive my queer sense of humour !

The sweet endings

Don't try to rush it,
Sometimes there's magic in the passing by,
There's peace in letting go,
But make sure you did your best,
Make sure your past hasn't pestered your present being,
And let things be,
Follow your heart,
Follow your passion,
The best will be served on a platter,
Well, maybe not,
But you did your best,
And now let it be;

In either case,
Remember what you want,
What you deserve,
Be grounded,
Make a wish,
And go on.....

Believe in the best,
Letting go can often open ways to new arenas,
And remember what you want is probably on its way !

To sweet ending and bitter starts,
Life's a roller coaster,
Waiting to unfold,
Reach out :)

The Union

It's hard to read between the lines,
What remains unsaid as one speaks,
And yet we leave it exactly like that,
Years of pain and solitude haven't taught us this,
We still think love doesn't exist,
We still think we can beat it,
We still think it will always hurt,
We are still woeful of its effects on us,
We still think the serotonin will hurt,
We still cry to sleepless nights,
Might I ask why?

Because faith,
We have lost faith,
We have lost being our natural selves,
We have stopped loving our innocence,
We have stopped what naturally comes to us,
We have forgotten to love what is right before us,
We have stopped believing in what might be,
Love and magic are the same things,
And magic if you want,
You'll need to believe in what's never been.....

Maybe some greys are beautiful,
Maybe sometimes we just need to have 'faith'

Maybe

The maybes don't hurt,
It's the maybe one says while looking at you,
While they are your certainty,
Yes it hurts and pains like hell,
And yes it's meant to be exactly that way,
But you assume it's only you,
True love hurts more than any other;

For once in a while,
Our hearts are ready to give in,
To be true,
No games, no ego boost,
Just plain simple love,
One the heart barely survives;

It is hard to open up again,
But it's worse to let go of the true love you've deserved all along,
The one which feels like magic,
Selfless, genuine and real,
It's the one we always dream of,
The one we've known rocks our world;

To that love,
Please stay, please ask them to say,
Even if it means a little hard work,
Don't lose what may have been a lifetime of love,
Don't look with uncertainty,
Make maybe a yes,
Try being vulnerable just one more time

The lost motherhood

In the Radley sanitarium, Mary had lost her whole life, her motherhood. Her child whom she loved so dearly was growing up as another's
-from Pretty little liars

She was glad,
When she got to know,
About her little daughter,
In the sanitarium,
Things were a little hard,
It was hard to live by each day,
But a little daughter,
Oh, what joy she brought to her face;

And 20 years later,
When she could leave the insane house,
In which she was for no crime of her own,
She walked right out of it,
And stopped at her daughter's house,
In these past years,
She couldn't let her history affect her,
So all of this she let go,
No body knew anything,
It was buried,
And yet today,
Her freedom meant nothing,
Unless she saw a glimpse of her face,
So there she stood in front of her house;

A light shade of Halloween light filled the hall,
They must be happy she thought,
So she tip toed to watch her smiling face,
And a glance she had almost managed,
Except she saw the husband first,
It was her doctor who medicated her innocent self,
Fully aware of her innocence;

Her whole life was in jeopardy,
All she buried was dug out today,
Her daughter's future was in the hands of a maniac,
And her daughter had no idea about her biological mother,
Her motherhood was lost,
So was everything else,
She wished to rewrite it,
Just once

What's worth losing everything?

"What's worth losing everything ?"
"You"
"Thank you"

And that is what belief can do. Every human is worth is all, you just need to trust on yourself once....and maybe it'll all be fine. This is not a romcom, it's just a little philosophy a lot of people won't get. All that money, all that effort, all your time....what's worth all of it? Maybe it's a person, maybe it's a dream, maybe it's passion. You choose. But there are things worth it all. Today's is about friendship

Lucas and Hanna - pretty little liars

Every tried to defend a bullied kid ? Try it, they need it. For once when someone shows belief in them, they grow. They are like you and me and yet they were humiliated for no fault of theirs. There life is miserable for no fault of theirs. And there are only a few who can be brave enough to step in. That's what friendship is....sticking through, standing up in the hard times. Do a lot of people do it ? Unfortunately, no. You'll not find people standing up for themselves. Forget standing for another. But when they do, keep them close. They stand the test of time.

And that is what is worth it all. A bond savoured beyond time. A friendship worth it all.

Numb2

"It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply" - David Jones

On mundane days and longer nights,
It will occur to you,
Even if you've had the power to let go,
Even if you've been that brave soul,
It will come back to you,
In those rarest moments,
In those weakest hours,
When you least need it to,
It will remind you of your mere pretence,
Of you being but just human,
Helpless and vain;

You've learn after so long now,
How to hold the shield right,
How to battle on the ground,
How to shed blood and not cry,
How to look like a soldier,
And on the ground you put up a good fight,
And when you are back,
In the solace of your lone bed,
Your eye will burn,
And slow drops of blood will smear your kajal,
You will know,
None can be strong enough,
For strength lies in acceptance,
For strength lies in the truth,
In those weakest hours,
When you least need it to,
It will remind you of your mere pretence,
Of you being but just human,
Helpless and vain;

Yes, you have learnt to not feel,
To turn stone cold,
And be void,
And once in a bluemoon,
It will be reaped open by a mere human,
To remind you how void you have become,
How relentless doesn't matter anymore,
How mere a mortal you have diminished to,
And you will want to love again,
Even if it meant at the cost of risking it all,
And disheartened you will return to the solace of your wet pillow,
This time it feel hurt less....or maybe we still pretend,
In those weakest hours,
When you least need it to,
It will remind you of your mere pretence,
Of you being but just human,
Helpless and vain;

Your numbness is your weapon of survival,
It helps you cloak in a scarred heart,
And within that creeps in light,
Sometimes we know not whether to bathe in it's warmth,
Or keep the mask on,
And the curse of having to let go what wasn't meant,
Is another 'numbness' all together again !

On a perfect road

We're great fools,
We want things we don't have,
And when we have them,
We want more,
The thirst never ends;

It's a vicious cycle,
It starts with we wanting things we don't want,
Obviously ones we don't need,
And that list keeps growing,
While the disheartened heart grows fonder of the void,
And once in a bluemoon,
We find love,
One which stays,
Feels warm,
One which helps us grow,
One which simply smiles on our falacy,
And that leaves our perplexed;

Our ideas of love have become so twisted,
We expect people to help with a hidden agenda,
We expect it to be false,
We expect it to be dishonest,
We expect it to be bad,
And God forbid,
If it's even close to our perfect picture,
We run away from it,
Far far away,
Because when all the twisting happened,
We forgot, we forgot to love innocently,
We forgot to just stay,
We forgot our basic instincts,
And we ended up here,
Twisted as it is....Greys I call it