The Poetic Era

 

 Seeing others, when I asked God, you let others' kayaks cross easily, what did I do that you trapped me between the waves? The answer received was that when the kayaks just cross the sea, it's just a journey, but when a kayak finds a shore facing the waves, the journey becomes a precedent.

 I've stopped judging people. Why? Because I've realized that everybody's going through something or the other. You might not be able to see because the happiest faces hide behind the saddest stories, but it's true. Nobody's life is as easy as it seems to you. Life isn't meant to be easy. You might not like a person but that doesn't make the person bad, they might not just be your type. You might think that you know a person very well and so you can judge them and make statements about them, but that's not right, even if you're a family member, even if you know the person since ever; because there's a war that everybody goes through within them, a war that nobody's aware of, a war that cannot be expressed. But that war has the greatest contribution in making us who we are. Some struggles, some sufferings are visible, but there's a lot more that goes unnoticed. So from next time when you'll be about to make an opinion about anyone, pau...

  'Losing Someone' Pain!!  Of losing someone!  Someone without whom  You couldn't even imagine to live,  But you have to,  Because hey!! You're still supposed to keep up with the story....  Feel lost, right?  Let's tell you what would happen.....  Yes, this pain will be forever,  Yes, this void will persist in your life,  But you know what?  It will still be okay  If you can include just one thing  And that's acceptance,  Acceptance of the reality.  Initially it would be extremely tough,  Situations won't change,  What will change is you.  You'll learn to live with it,  To live with peace with the reality.  You'll realize that those  Who have been an integral part of our lives, We can never be apart from them.  Remember, body dies, not the soul,  You won't believe but my dear!  You don't have a better option.  Life would yet be beautiful  When you'll lea...

Brought some happiness from the windows of memories, brought some good memories from the box of happiness and sorrow.Though there are only a handful of memories, few more which are blurred, but these handful of memories only are like light in life. Sometimes it feels that life should have stopped at childhood, the control of time would have been in the hands, luck would also have bowed down in front. Hope that the flowers of hope will blossom under this light, whenever will miss again, will come back to these windows of memories.

  We often consider children and immaturity as synonymous. What if I say that children are the most mature humans? Sounds trivial, right? But in so many aspects, they are! Let's think what happens when we get mature in true sense; we stop caring what people say, we stop keeping grudges against anyone, somethings sometimes might make us cry and feel sad but not for very long, we choose to keep ourselves happy and lively in every situation because by then we've understood how important it is to do so. Don't you think that these traits match to the ones that we used to have when we were children? It's like god sent us with the perfect traits but with time as we grew up, faced the world, interacted with it, got reality checks, fought for survival, fought so many wars within us, felt broken and then when realized that we need to build ourselves back, we started working to inculcate the same traits that we were naturally born with. So, were we wrong? No! Because when we were ...

  Do not find the one everywhere, now it isn't worth waiting. Not every story gets complete, this is the principle of life. Now, keeping the memories of this incomplete story in the heart,  move on. You fought many wars, now fight one more. When the illusion broke and got to know that these distances will not go away, things that I was afraid to even think will be the ones to come true. What's right, what's wrong, don't know, but even after breaking the heart is in hope, all I know is these eyes are still in search.

This irony is sort of very difficult, neither want to get nor want to lose, and knew it had to happen, then don't know what is to be cried about....

  'The Firefly' There's a firefly entering my room every night,  In the dark, bringing a ray so bright.  Have been noticing it since past few days,  Trying to interact with in different ways.  Tried to click a picture but could not,  Probably it didn't like the idea to be shot.  It's a pleasure after a hectic day.  Couldn't understand what it had to say.  My eyes would follow it throughout the room.  Finally it made my thoughts to bloom,  Made me write on it,  I know that's crazy a bit.  Before I fall asleep  It gave me a lesson to keep,  Left me in thoughts so deep. Decoding the message brought by the tiny wings,  In unexpected miracles it brings,  There's a melody life sings,  Need not be queens or kings  Among those flashes and blings,  Happiness actually lies in these little things .                             ...

 To forget everything, to be lost in a different world, to be able to see just one in a crowd of thousands, to be happy without a reason, to smile more through the eyes, life is waiting for those moments to get back.

 Could understand the pain behind the smiles, weave the untold things into words, know the condition of the soul through the eyes, wish someone could hear the voice of silence. When the heart screamed for help, could find itself alone even among hundreds, this heart then shed millions of tears when no one could hear that silence. That innocence, that childishness  would not have been hurt if someone would have extended a helping hand, the smile would not have been lost with age if one would have heard the voice of silence. If all could have been expressed with words, God would not have given a sense of sensitivity. People would not have been so far from each other if we would have heard the voice of silence.

  'Aloneness' Aloneness is not when you don't have people around you,  Aloneness is when you find yourself alone amid a huge crowd,  When there are hundreds of people to say yours  But none to trust and tell what you're going through, When not a single person from the entire crowd  Can see the tears behind that fake smile,  When not a single person can hear that muted scream,  When you know you need someone  But still choose to walk away  Thinking that nobody will understand,  You better yourself find a way.  You enjoy the company of nature  More than that of the fellow sapians,  When you start a journey to discover your true self And free yourself into a thoughtful zone, That's when you realize  Aloneness is not being alone.                                                 - Vaishali Gautam...

  'Distance doesn't separate people' As we grow we realize,  Everyone we met had a role to play.  Some were meant to be temporary  While few others had to stay.  But some of those temporary characters  Make a permanent place in the heart. They stay so close in our memories  But in distance, they're miles apart.  Have heard somewhere that everyone we meet  Is connected to us in some ways.  Some hold our hands in the darkest phase, Some accompany in the brightest days.  Nobody can understand the power of these connections,  These things are quite supernal.  Distance doesn't separate people  When the connections are eternal.                                                      - Vaishali Gautam 

Passed through the same streets again, those streets were also found, those corridors were found, all those people were also found, but I wasn't found. Though I'm me only but not me, there is some lack in happiness but not less. How to tell this story of losing myself? Eyes are a bit filled with tears but no sorrow. Is it a mistake of time or my misunderstanding, don't know, why a blooming life is feared, don't know. Have definitely lost myself, but the time, the world or I myself, who is guilty, don't know. Whatever was dreamed is all achieved, got fame, got name, got discussed, got reward, won, got respect, everything was found but I wasn't found. In the race to achieve everything, I lost myself in such a way that happiness was received in abundance, but to celebrate them, I wasn't found.

 People have told me that those who get away from us, they become stars and then decorate you. You do not look so bad that you'll punish us to decorate yourself, you look very innocent in appearance, tell me what is the reality. Is this true or are they only things to say? Just tell me who are these stars that are shimmering in your shelters. Tell me, do our people really become stars or do I talk to them for hours for no reason? Tell me the truth of these things today, if you really have our people, then Oh the sky! This is my request to you, return them back.

 Some lackings make life so incomplete, every attempt to complete fails. Reasons for being happy are still found, but there remains some emptiness in that happiness, there remains a sort of agony in the heart. We do keep living but life sometimes seems like a burden. There remains no fear of losing anything, neither the desire to get something. Even after losing everything, there is a desire to remove this incompleteness, no matter what we achieve, it remains the only wish. We learn to live in this incompleteness but some complains, some grievances remain for life. 

  Not able to express myself in front of others, so do talk to you only. Don't know what is special about you that makes me smile. When I'm unhappy, just need to see you, when I'm looking at you, it feels as if the whole world is mine. Don't know what magic it is that makes the weeping heart happy too. Tell me one thing, do you take our words to another world. Though  you're no creature, for people you are just the sky, but for me my friend, you're the world of my happiness.

  'I want to wear your hug' Just wanted to remind you  How much I miss you, Wanted to tell you  There's so much that is due.  I want to hold your hand  And walk by the lane.  Want to tell you so much,  Want to see you again . I know these wishes  Are not going to be fulfilled. It gets too hard sometimes,  My happiness is killed.  I could see you for once,  It's a wish from the core. I want to wear your hug  For just once more .               -Vaishali Gautam