YOU … ME

Put yourself as “I” and your loved one as “YOU”. 

To know about what your loved one thinks,

put yourself as “YOU” and your loved one as “ME”.

Now read on.

If I dont respond to what you say,

You say I IGNORE you.

But I say I am DISTURBED.

 

If you are not responding to me,

You say why cant you UNDERSTAND?

I say why are you NOT COMFORTABLE with me.

 

If I involve myself in your activities with suggestions,

You say DO NOT POKE YOUR NOSE.

I say I CARE FOR YOU.

 

If I don’t give you any suggestions,

You say I am not BOTHERED about you.

I say I respect your LIBERTY dear.

 

If I question your silence,

You say I cant READ you still.

I say I don’t want to be MISTAKEN with you.

 

If I stay silent,

You say I am HIDING things from you.

I say I want to READ these fine lines.

 

If you are angry,

You say FIGURE it out if you care dear,

Else LEAVE IT.

I say NO cant give it up dear.

 

If I am angry,

You say SPEAKOUT if you are angry lets sort it,

Else I cant HELP you.

I say cant you FIGURE it out.

 

If I change myself to get better with you,

You say I have CHANGED.

I say cant you SEE what made me change.

 

If you change yourself to get better with me,

I say “you are MUCH BETTER dear”

You say “You gave me NO OTHER OPTION”

 

If I feel low and speak to you,

You say “I am ALWAYS THERE for you”.

I say “I know you LOVE me”.

 

If you feel low and speak to me,

I say “feel like doing ANYTHING for you”.

You say “I know you LOVE me”.

An episode

Something Nature can be!

You are a masterpiece your self.

You are delicate yet stubborn.

You are kind yet arrogant.

You are the one I like the most yet the one who teaches me the hard way at times.

You teach a lot with out a word.

You always tell what u intend to without actually saying it out. Sometimes I understand it a while later.

 

In a witch’s play, she dirties a rose and laughs over it. The rose understands the witch is bad.

 

The rose waits to see itself clean again. The breeze could see this. The breeze loved the rose as it gave the breeze its fragrance and the rose loved the breeze as it made the rose swing and dance. The breeze thought that it could grow a little tough to push the clouds to shower on the rose. The breeze becomes wind to push the clouds but this removed one of the rose petals. The rose learned to be happy without that petal seeing the breeze struggle to push the clouds to shower on it. The rose loved the breeze/wind and did not bother about 1 petal that it lost. The breeze tells the rose “I love you dear. I shall always be with you.” The rose is happy and feels the same for the breeze.

 

Unable to move the cloud the breeze turns into a stronger wind and one after the other the petals of the rose start falling. The rose and the breeze watch in silence. The breeze loves the rose and the rose loves the breeze. The rose started to loose interest in itself. The rose did not like itself yet loved the breeze.

 

Finally, by the time it started raining, the rose was left with 3 petals. It felt it lost its identity. But the breeze tells the rose “I love you still” the rose is happy and still loves the breeze but its identity is dead for itself.

 

The rose is dejected when the world doesn’t consider it to be a rose but tries to forget it for the love of the breeze. When the rose dies and the breeze cries, only the plant knew the rose was dead long back. It was a withering rose that lived. The love of the rose reflected in the withering rose that breeze in the form of wind was seeing…………

The plant also knew the pleasant breeze became wind only for the rose ……………

 

Who is the culprit in this episode directed by nature?

Nature as usual, does not utter a word yet makes you understand.

Do you wonder how?

Wait to see the same episode in which you play the rose and the breeze can be ………….

The witch can be anything. And you will know it is bad and you would leave it there.

But breeze is what you shake hands with and you would love it …………………………

 

Something Beyond Words

the wind whispers and i hardly hear.

the birds talk but i hardly understand.

water flows but i hardly can follow.

i fail to feel the trees n plants for they hardly mean to reveal.

i can understand, follow, hear n feel people…

 but the ones i want to listen to hide from me.

they dont let me know anything though i can understand evrything.

 …… they are a combination of all the above that i dont understand.

This tree stands hard enough to protect me……

thought its all hollow itself…… cant help it feel better

cant feel better myself……

though the tree has shown me what it is …….

im unable to help.

There are some people like this tree.

Im helpless, cant make them feel better

hope i dont hurt them more…..

Can just pray for them.

If u know any of this kind do pray for them.

If not pray for the one i know.

i also want to be a …….

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what is it u see?

Your tears may touch, but your feeling may not reach. your heart may break, but your smile is seen. your silence may be overseen, but your absence is pointed out. you may be neglected, but your presence matters.

what is needed to live is:-

your stress replaced by a smile.

your emotions covered by a lotion of humour.

supression of your depression.

regret for you possess.

this is wht i want to be for u

i want to be a star in your sky.

when u hv sun with u, u may not see me.

when u hv moon with u, u may jus notice me.

but when u hv none with u ……

n look up, u shall see me.

u shall see im always there for u.

its u

when i am in, its a treasure n i enjoy

once im out n look back at the same, its a unknown forest.

its jus as long as u remain in the vicinity tht u find it

once ur gone , u hv lost.

its jus aslong as ur with the people tht u find them fine

once ur away u find them a mystery.

there will be no1 for u to really look back n feel they r there

for when u look back u find them something different n new

this is a hard fact of life tht i realize.

be it ny relationship …… jus enjoy as long as u see it

once u close ur eyes n turn back to see it u may not find it

say a magic ……. but this is practical

no matter to wht extent u trust but this is wht happens finally

reasons may be varied n many but still this is the final

Learn to live alone n don ever look back at someone or for someone

if u tend to think back for someone jus cry in silence

but dont disturb the other person

don ever hv the thought of sharing things with ur near n dear

for soon u would realize they are raen n raed

when ppl can live themselves y don u ?

y do u hv the thought of sharing ur joy n sorrow

its all ur tea. drink it or do nything but don let others see it or smell it.

… guilt n guts ….

i am exploring a garden that is not mine.

making friends on my way i go

avoiding some ofcourse as it is not my garden

scared of being caught i move with a elegant appearance

each time i make a friend i am on a adventure for

im scared they may not like me in this garden that is not mine

keeping my fingers crossed i go my way

im guilty as im enjoying something that is not mine by

moving in this garden.

but this is where people like me are i too want to be here

along with others . i dont want any pleasures but

at the sametime dont want to be kicked out

though for sure i will be kicked out some day……..

worried about future but still enjoying present im here

in this garden . i found a treasure that i cherished for

i was on no drive to fetch it. still found one my way

i made friends with it n enjoyed myself.

was glad to have something i cherished for.

i did tell it about me faking arnd n still the treasure is kind

i didnt want to lose this treasure though im kicked out of this garden

but………….

the treasure gave me a word that killed me.

im still in the garden but lying unconcious.

the word the treasure gave me is …….

it never supported me being in the garden!!

hearing this i cried long silent hours still with a golden mask

now the mask is very heavy for me to bear it may drop soon

i have tears soaking my heart. will my tears dry before the mask drops?

can i hold on the mask?

though this is a fact i have to face someday

my guilt swallowed me at a gulp.

trying hard to get up, dry my tears, happy that i enjoyed

the pleasure of this treasure for sometime and move on

but my tears and guilt are hunting me down

getting up again and again i am trying to move

 still in the garden im scared to move out,

waiting for time to kick me……….

dont know where i reach when kicked.

all this remaing the same till i shake hands with my fate

or a miracle of a fairy tale happens.

i shall tell you what happened after im kicked and

before i shake hands with my fate

if im left with words

waiting to be kicked ………………

What if ?

An elder rose n all the leaves ask a bud nt to bloom

for someone may pluck it. can the bud wither away?

young birds are askd not to fly for the hunter may hunt them down

can the birds stay hungry?

i want ……………………….

Someday

someday for sure i ll be all alone.

evrything in my hands shall stay

someday for sure i ll be all alone.

all love aloof, all smiles to history may be in a mystery

someday for sure i ll be all alone.

but my life has been a beautiful garden till date n how do i cope with …

someday for sure i ll be all alone.

should i wait to see when time brings tht

someday for sure i ll be all alone.

or should i be prepared to face tht

someday for sure i ll be all alone.

failing to prepare but believe failure is the footing step to success

here i wait still in my garden hidden among beautiful blossoms

for a garden doesnt allow guilt. im in disguise, deceptive………