Stare

A dazed haze,
And still their brazen eyes,
Stare.
Fleeting moments,
Awareness of,
The Stares.
Close to each other,
Talking and pushing each other,
Not staring at each other,
But still they take turns,
And Stare.
And the Stare stays on,
Frozen in Time,
Embedded in Awareness,
The Eternal Stare.

My Heart

Evening turning to dusk,
Sea breeze breezing thru my hair,
And a sea of people,
Walk past me and stare…..

Who is this lady,
Sitting alone and scribbling away,
Is she waiting for somebody,
Or simply whiling her time away?

Beggars beg and go,
And people cross from my left and right,
But unfazed,
I simply write…..

People curiously look at my paper,
Thinking they can know from far….

But they don’t know that,
For now it’s not my paper,
It’s My Heart………..

Can I sleep for sometime on Ur lap, Mom? I want to hug U the same way I used to, after I finished one chapter of revision for my 10th Boards. And today, my eyes are paining….looking at this computer screen for so long. I want to sleep on Ur lap, Mom. The warmth of Ur lap will recharge me for a couple of weeks again.........I m coming to U Mom…………Looking fwd for Saturde to b here……..:)

Will U let me Cry in Peace or not? U can’t take away my only Happiness. I become my Heart when I cry, coz tears originate from there. Eyes r only the instrument to bring them out in the open. I truly love my Tears. Maybe Tears & Heart are Lovers. When Tears r leaving the Heart, then the Heart cries. And what does it release from itself? More Tears. That’s Love, I think. U let go. U might cry, but still U actually let go. Whole heartedly………
And then U find Peace……………….
That same Peace that I feel, after I cry my Heart out………….

She

Maybe she wanted to be the only person who loved her own Self. She did not allow others to love her. Maybe she did not even want others to love her. Sometimes she felt the "void", seeing others around her, who were not like her. They seemed to have people ( apart from their immediate family) who loved them, more than they loved themselves or others, at any point of time. She thought- " Is this some abnormality with me?"


Sometimes she even thought that maybe others thought her to be a wierdo, living like that, and refusing spending time with people who asked her out, or for just some time with her. But, she always bluntly refused those people a part of her Life, which she would never get back again. As an afterthought, she did wonder whether it was okay to do that or not; whether she was hurting them or not, by bluntly refusing their love; by showing that she did not care much.

But then, after such reflections, she always found a strange peace, a strange satisfaction, within Her Self.

She would look at the mirror, at herself, and think- ' I am happy like this only. I don't want others to depend on me for their happiness. And neither do I want to depend on them for mine. I am doing the right thing, coz allowing them one moment's dependence will lead to the next, and then to the next, and then to the next, which I will never provide or even care for.

My Time is Mine and My Love is Mine. I love each moment, and each moment loves Me for being Me.



I Love My Self.'



She would Smile, and then go on with Life.........................................