Dark Ways

Dark Ways

Contradicting the dark, I went all in,
Little did I know that it wasn’t what it seemed,
It was a fight of the century they said,
And will last till death dies and memories would fade,
I thought I was a Knight, King or at least a Rook,
That I knew that I will win in every corner and nook,
Maybe I was wrong and maybe there wasn’t any dawn,
Maybe I was fooled and I was just a pawn.
The everlasting fight with a cause,
Between ecstasy and penance it was,
I thought I was on the side that always wins,
Because well, stars though they are small,
Against dark they never seem too dim,
But it was a myth all along,
The light was never ever strong,
The biggest game that has ever been played,
The one that made us believe,
That the light always wins
And devil was never made.

Meant to be

You know how they say,

“If it’s not meant to be it’s not meant to be”.

It’s bullshit.

I still remember that day.
As clear as you remember your first kiss, an infant her mother’s touch and like we remember the smell of the fresh soil of the first rain; like it was yesterday.

Like every protagonist’s right and a duty if I may say; I just HAD to screw things up.

But oh wasn’t she beautiful.

I was there, near this café that had just opened. Had the word around that they served wonderful tea. “Tea-sra Jahan” they called it; quite a witty name if you ask me.

Anyway, so there I was with my friends for two reasons

a. I was bored and my friends wanted to have their Chai-Sutta Episodes

b. It was near HL.

I would be lying if I said that the second reason in no way outweighed the first one.

Just as I was sipping tea; one sip at a time; happy to have that taste of pure ecstasy but sad that it will be over soon. Quite like life and all other pleasures eh?

Yeah, I am a little dramatic that way.

And suddenly everything turned; as if the world had added a Valencia Filter. A bright stroke of yellow walking; brushing her hair off her forehead, walk like she didn’t belong here; in this cruel dark world.

I just stared. Beads of perspiration rolling from my neck as I pondered.

You all know how guys look at girls and I do too but I said to myself,

THIS is different.

It is such a cliché; the “love at first sight”
But oh boy, wasn’t it true!

There she was walking right past me us, but they don’t matter do they?

For they weren’t feeling the same way I felt. Blood gushing through my veins. Flames in my eyes. Finally relating to that lyrics you loved but never understood. “My head’s underwater but I am breathing fire” and all of this in one moment. One infinitesimally small moment that lasted right about a lifetime.

That one moment when our eyes met.
To that very instant, I almost gasped nay screamed but only within

“Eye contact is a dangerous thing but oh so lovely”

I think it was meant to be.
Not us falling for each other. Maybe it wasn’t.

P.S

But, Me falling for her?
YES.
It felt as true as a bird meant to fly
A fish meant to swim
A poet meant to write

It would have been a sheer tragedy if these things wouldn’t have happened.

Blue Toy

Blue Toy

I remember once I had a small blue toy,

I played with it,

I slept with it,

I ate, I climbed, I fell with it.

I remember I had one furry green rug,

I tucked into it at night,

I would shrink my height,

And stretched it with all my might,

It won’t cover my legs,

So I would make a fine teddy out of it,

I shadowed the light with it,

I knew it was small,

But it was my all.

I have a car,

I have a condo with a bar,

I have a boat with those fancy oars,

I have a beautiful house near the shore,

All these things I have borne,

They say it’s the best one could own,

All these BIG, mighty, luxuries I have,

With those faded memories of green and blue,

However hard it tries,

It just can’t match up with it.

Robin

Robin

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Haaaaaaave you met TED?

Or Barney. Or Robin?

If you haven’t, this probably might not be very gripping but is surely relatable.

Robin.
Robin is that toy which we all love.
That toy which sweeps you off your feet.
But again, that toy which you’re afraid to have.
Because you might lose it or break it and THAT would be much more agonizing than not having that toy.

Robin is that dream. The one you have always dreamt.
And you work for it.
You give your heart to it.
But somehow you stop.
Because you might spoil it.
Because not doing everything similar to what you had always dreamt of really crushes your heart. And that pain is unbearable.

Robin.
It’s that girl. Always have been.
But most of the times we do want things which we know we can’t have. We deliberately aim for something which we know we couldn’t possibly achieve. It’s the never-ending success-failure conundrum which haunts us day in day out.

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It’s a relationship you want but you don’t. Because you know deep inside that even if “the whole universe conspires to get what you want” is maybe definitely isn’t meant to be.

But oh won’t you do everything to have Robin!

Steal Blue French Horns.
Lose Races.
Sacrifice your own Happiness.
Search for those little things that matter to her.
Even try to sabotage her wedding.

But you know. I know.

Never gonna happen.

This poem may/may not be relevant. But here it goes

It just doesn’t feel right,
The way I feel at her first sight,
The chords of my heart sings a sweet melody,
But there I stand,silent,struck by her beauty,
But then it isn’t right,
She isn’t mine,
I lost her in a fight.
I wish I could re-spawn,
But that wouldn’t matter a bit,
She is someone else’s.
Forever.
I still like to keep a little hope alive,
I don’t see a reason to move away,
Yes, it would hurt,
But for being around her? It is worth,
Those feelings won’t just wash away,
They are just buried deep down,
But silently deep inside, I know,
There’s a guy crying out loud,
“I am still standing there,
Always will,
Even if she won’t see,
Even if things are not meant to be”

P.S even if Ted got his Robin we all know it was not how it should have ended, it was how we (read: I) wished it ended.

Calvin and Hobbes – Change

Calvin and Hobbes - Change

 

Everything is changing when we are not looking,
Drop by drop, brick by brick.
And one day when you turn back to tell,
how you have changed into someone you never were;
It giggles and says,
“By the time you adjusted your sail for the wind;
The wind changed it’s direction so where it never went”

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