You meet a lot of new people every day,
Some leave, some stay,
But the bruises from the past seem to clout the present,
They force you to block equations new, experiences incandescent –
So, why give passers-by large shoes to fill?
Why burden them all to have your back, to fit your bill,
Because, the ones who are meant to stay, no matter what, will,
For the rest, well, your beating heart, would want to stay still.
Why do I always have to prioritize, why do I always have to choose ?
Why is there something that I always have to miss, that I always have to lose?
Why can’t I just spend the evening watching a movie with my family,
And, at the same time, get to have fun with my friends at their happening party?
Why can’t I cosy up, during a rainy afternoon, with my book and some hot piping tea,
And, simultaneously, get drenched to the skin in the rain, breathing in every minuscule of nature’s audacious beauty?
Why do I always have to choose one over the other?
Why does my mind prefer one, my heart, another?
Why can’t I have the cake and eat it too, with equal alacrity?
Why is it always so hard to choose, to forgo, to live in the moment, to just let things be?
Travel makes you realise so much in life.
I, for instance, realised that being thin is equal to being invisible.
No, really. Here’s a sample of what I get to hear every day.
“You and my 3 year old son, both of you will fit in there. Easily. Don’t you worry.”
“Oh! But you’re so thin, why don’t you shift aside a bit more?”
“Can we swap places? You don’t need much space anyway.”
Excuse me? I pay for my ticket in full. I am entitled to what everyone else who has paid for the ticket is. I can adjust if I’m required to. But that’s about it.
Thank God though, people atleast remember to acknowledge the fact that I exist.
In pursuit of what we desire,
In the chase to quench that undying fire,
We aspire, conspire, face consequences dire,
Willy-nilly, we remain until we tire, until what we want we acquire.
I wake up each day – To the lilt of your laughter, to your glints of mischief, to meticulously yank at your hair,
To plot with you, to party with you, to have your back even when the world doesn’t care,
For, side by side or miles apart, you are who
For eternity, I’d willingly tie myself to,
It is you that stands by me in sickness, in health, in misery, in pain,
In joy, in success, in every happiness of mine,
I hear my name in your every prayer, I see myself in the arch of your eyebrows –
YOU make my world go round, it is to you that I’d raise my every toast!
Remains behind the scene,
A tad too hesitant to be seen,
She works her way into everyone’s heart,
For her magic lies in her skills, in her art!