My Mirror of Doom

Like a whiff of fresh air you entered my soul

You were the spring blossoms brightening me up,The calm autumn of my dreary state...

You with the freshness of morning dew;

You were my talisman, my good luck, my charm..

You were the chocolate chip cookies to the crazed out me...

You ....with you childishness..

So full of passion , so full of energy..

Already everything of the man you wanted to be,

Impulsive, compulsive and a rebel

Yu were immature, even insolent!

         But your innocence seeped through still...

Alas! My own personal addiction changed;

My morning dew tuned to winrty gloom

My shadow became my stalker

My love changed to hate..

Hate changed to love; No longer do I know the difference..

We grew up, lives took control of us and all dreams came splattering down...

Crushed dreams do not make for happy images..

The castles we built collapsed and the truth emerged in bitter spasms;

                            Volatile, Murky and Ugly...

The Left over brokem shards of a mirror once complete.....

Har Ek Friend Zaroori Hota Hai??

We are all social animals. We live and breed in a community with common societal goals, do we not? But this is no thesis on philosophy. This is a mere take that I as an individual have on friendship; the one relationship that God allowed us to choose. To choose members beyond our natural families who turn into family of our own will and volition. To complete the puzzle of our beings.

Friendship is a rare thing to come by. It comes in different forms and most often we can never tell who will be there till the end and who will not. But it is our instinct and gut feeling that allows us to trust and believe. And so not every one of us are friends. Most often, we are all acquaintances and there are a few chosen ones in our fate who become our friends; the ones who we were destined to meet and make cherished memories with. Then there are those who are friends yet not friends. The ones we deem out of obligation or a mere formality. And keeping in lieu with all of these complicacies, I know I have a few close friends who have been my life and soul. I have met them at different phases of my life. In different circumstances. But they are all cherished beings for me and their presence makes my world a lighter, happier place to be in.  I don’t know if “har ek friend zaroori hota hai?” because I have only those in my life who are way above just important. They are the retarded souls who have all been witness to my crazy times, my sordid moments, happy instances and anxious outbursts. They have all kindled the happy feeling inside when all other lights are off. And so this not is for all of you who entered my life as a blessing and become the extended family of my own. I owe you because you have shaped my being and made me a better person and all in all, we are bound by a delicate thread that needs nurturing and care. I know that times change and we get busy. But time has also taught us that we have been together through it all. Friendship isn’t always about being together, but being able to take off right where we left it and forming the notch. Notches that have their criss crosses mapped out but also from the perfect pattern needed to find ourselves. I may be wrong but my perception is all that matters and it is this perception allowing me to only include people who are important and no one else to merely accommodate!