Forever


When you needed a hand,
I was there to hold you,
When you needed an ear,
I was there to listen too,

I was there to watch you laugh,
And to see you cry,
I was there to tell you to let it go,
And sometimes to give it another try,

I was there when you needed someone,
To talk to till late in the night,
I was the nice guy to see you on the phone,
With your guy, while I consoled myself that you were happy though I lone,

I told you things will be okay,
When you got afraid of the dark,
I told you that no problem was so big,
That you couldn’t make the walk.

I was there with you,
Always,
But I guess things start to end somewhere,
And it’s hard to let you go.

But far in a place,
I know you will be happy and high,
With your guy, I will be a faded memory of June,
For once I loved you,
But things end,
And I will end too.. soon,

And if you do remember me,
I hope it brings you a smile,
For, when you asked how long I shall be there for you,
I said, forever,
Because when I needed someone,
You were there for me, forever too. 🙂
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The train or the hill?


There has been a zillion times when I have told myself that I will do something this last sem. I will study this, that, play this game, read that novel or at least write more. But no, my lazy body doesn’t allow me to do what I wish. Maybe in some days I will get my body to work the way I intend it to, for now, I don’t see that happening. But, with the fever right now I guess I felt like browsing through movies and writing something.

Coming back to the point. Well, it has been around an year and a half since I started blogging. I didn’t publicise it because:
1) I really am not that awesome writer who has to be in the top league
2) My writing was meant for some close friends and I am more than glad to have their constant responses time to time, indirectly or directly. So, kind of fulfills my purpose, right? I am glad they are still here to give their time to stop and read. *thank you audience* Please keep pouring in with your feedbacks, it generously helps me evolve as a bettwer writer.

So, as far as I remember it was the third time I was watching the movie ‘Leap year’. I love movies with picturesque background. It is one such movie. Now, there is this scene in this movie which really made me write this article. Amy Adams (Boy is she hot!) and Mathew Goode are stuck at a railway station. They are waiting for the next train due in an hour or so. There is a beatiful hill with a castle in the backdrop and Mathew asks Amy to take a visit. Well she hesitates but eventually gives in.

The point behind this story telling is a simple one. What would you have chosen if given an option? The train or the hill? Our lives are pretty busy with the hustling and rumbling of the trains. We keep moving from one place to another, without resting, without thinking. Where we are now, seldom pleases us. We always try to discover something new, something better, rarely stopping to appreciate the beauty all around us. People and places are left behind while we try to seek comfort in the new uncomfortable aspects of life. The hill though how gorgeous it is, fails to generate the happiness we think we deserve. So, what if we stop to admire the hills around us. There will always be a next train, right? What will you choose? The train or the hill?

Well, enough of senti stuffs for now. I guess I need to get back in my blanket, shiver and hope the fever decreases as soon as possible. God it’s cold in Goa. -_-
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Time


How often do you stand in a corner and see it fly away,
It has made you laugh and cry all the same,
It showed you light when darkness made you pay,
Time has been there to let nothing go to vain.

How often have you wondered about the things that have changed,
Some faces some places, they are no longer the same,
So many people passing by and you stood there and waved,
For, time has kept the best ones in your life that came.

How often has the clocked turned with memories throwing you back thereby,
While you laugh and cheer, there were also memories when you used to cry,
The tears, be it sad or happy never matter for it were with one your closest,
And today it seems so distant, but they were beautiful, like a dozen roses.

You might have travelled miles till now and many a miles more to go,
But when you rest and lean on your back, these memories will again grow,
And then you will smile, even for a while, to leave the worry behind,
Because time is what makes you, without it, life’s a beautiful bell, ringing without its chime.

People, places will someday no longer matter when you keep on with your travel,
Keep up your journey with the memories in your backpack, as time makes more memories to unravel,
So while time permits you, make as many more memories as you can,
But don’t forget who you were, because this was where it all began.

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If


(‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Who never dreamt, never won


Who told you can’t climb hills,
For if no one dreamt, no one could,
Who told you can’t swim oceans,
For if no one dreamt, no one could,
 
The wind so eager to blow you back,
Who told you can’t stand tall,
The hails kept pushing you down,
Did you give up even then?
The sun could do all but tire you,
But you stood there all the same,
 
You never lost the hope,
Nothing could snatch your dream,
You laughed at them, for all their might,
Nothing could make you slim,
Your dreams kept you awake for nights,
Do you think, these could make you sway?
You laughed at them with all the pride,
Not even the mountains did in your path lay
 
Nothing could ever drown your voice,
When even wind was growling with its own,
Who told you can’t bury its voice,
For if no one dreamt, no one shone..
Dreams made you alive and you know it well,
For if no one dreamt, no one won! 😀
 
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A cup of coffee


What would you do if I dissolved in the shadows and never came back,

Would you still be there to wait for me,

The memories will be the only things left,

Would you still hope,

Someday

Somewhere,

Another day of ‘us’ will be?

 

What would you do if I fall down and hurt myself,

Would you bear the sight of my tears,

The support will be only thing left,

Would you still hope,

Someday,

Somewhere,

Will you again see me spree?

 

What would you do if I truly needed you,

Would you be there for me as always you have been,

The care will be the only thing left,

Would you still hope,

Someday,

Somewhere,

I will be smiling again as it always will be?

 

What would you do if this moment never came back,

Would you be there to remember the days,

Well the memories will be the only things left,

Would you still hope,

Someday,

Somewhere,

Our tears and smiles will again be free?

 

What would you do if we meet after days,

Would you be there to share a cup of coffee,

Well the silence will be the only thing left,

Would you still hope,

Someday,

Somewhere,

Our laughs will drown all the silence that could be? 😀

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The Walk


And it was a beautiful day,

Clouds swarming the sky, with a soft breeze passing away,

Leaves and petals flowing with the breeze,

And in the vast field as I lay,

The vastness of the sky makes me look so tiny,

And when I try to get up and look ahead,

I only see a road far far away..

 

If only, I could have the strength to walk through it all,

If only, I could have the strength to stand by the tide,

The moments would have been easier if only I had some support..

If only, I could sail smoothly through this rough and bumpy ride..

 

Why do things seem complicated when they never are,

The problems may count to be many, but so are the stars,

That doesn’t mean the sky doesn’t look beautiful in the night,

You have the strength you never knew, just pull on with all your might.

 

All it needs is a final blow, to take you all the way,

Faith is the key to all the troubles.

The ride may be rough and the sky may be dark,

But the bright rays will surely come,

Till then lighten a candle, and continue the walk.