Life.... It Goes On !!

A screeching sound, as if Something’s broken Loads of silence, but The peace is stolen. Moments, full of love And friendship that I cherish. Loneliness engulfs and My faith is blemished. Cant help the tears Flow down my cheeks, Reminiscence of past As my mind speaks. I wonder if something’s really amiss Or just that I fail to feel the bliss. Even at home my heart’s away, Wonder where it is gone or if Someone’s taken it away. Have been waiting for long To find the place where I belong, Have been wandering a lot To find that right spot. One moment makes me feel I have grown smart, The next comes shattering and Tears the faith apart. Sadly, but again its just another phase I am undergoing a transition phase. Life will have new avenues But till I meet them,I will suffer the blues.

Today I wish 'again' to sit alone, and ponder over the questions you have thrown. I love to listen and I have heard, but there are questions 'Unanswered'. Quest has followed from the soul, I try answering , but end up creating a bigger 'hole'. You have suggested, and countered but there is so much, that I have not deciphered. There are questions so big in size, I simply wonder, how to take these all in my stride. I try to answer some but the chain follows, the whirlpool of thoughts again swallows. I love to hear 'again' and appreciate the smile... but now I wonder how hollow is my pride. So much so, that now I sit alone I wonder if I am good enough to answer your question on my own. Way you see life and self contemplate, My words for you, I feel is a waste. You know so much by virtue of how you have lived I wonder what answers can I give. You have lived and loved thoroughly countered the toughest moments bravely. You have the will, You will have your way...

Woh hansta chehra, Nanhi si woh chhavi Chhotte chhotte kadam Kaise dekhun main abhi. Dur tujh se khud ko Kiya maine hai khud, Sach hai magar Tu yaad aati hai bahut. Aaj bhi jab udaasi hai aati Teri ek tasveer mujhe hai hansati Yaad karte hi tujhe ruh hai khil jati, Kaise kahun kitni teri yaad hai satati. Teri ek kilkari, Woh masti mein ghumana, Badi ho gayi hogi Magar mujhe yaad hai woh zamana. Kaash ki ek pal fir se Tujhe mil paaoon, Dur chahe hai jitna Tujhe palkon pe baithaoon. Hansun tere sang Karun shararat madmati, Kaash ki who guzre pal Main waapis lauta pati…..

Two years or may be more !! They say time flies and I look back to find indeed it has flown so fast. Its just two years when I was part of this city. Time when I was completely settled here. When word Kormangala seemed like my home just like it does to any IT personnel who does not belong to this city (because most North Indians tend to live here or at BTM ... and I still do not know the full form of BTM). Time when longingness for Delhi was so profound that seeing a vehicle bearing Delhi or Chandigarh number would make me happy. When going on long-long walks with friends in the middle of night or may be wee hours of morning on ring road or vast stretch of Marathahalli was routine affair. Planning a weekend to outskirts of Bangalore was an activity much yearned for that made me look forward to completion of weekdays.There was something that took me away from this part of the world to Chennai, to US and back to Chandigarh to Noida and then finally to Pune. Going home after an onsite tr...