Little Encounters

Quiet amusing it is,

People whom we never knew,

We spent time for a while,

In a story of its own, we become a part,

The rendezvous is really short;

But, the moments

Mark their footprints in our heart.

Different lives, different tales,

Interact for a little while.

On the life’s journey, we share a small walk;

It’s neither the bond of blood,

Nor the bond of any relation,

Just a little encounter, for a little while.

As time goes by, I think of that moment,

Wondering how destiny writes its plot.

I, who would have never met you,

Met you in a strange phenomenon.

That small moment of truth,

And the moments are still embarked in my heart.

All that gave a wish, to meet you again,

In a better situation this time.

Just to touch your feet

And seek your blessings.

Have your hand on my head,

And I can feel the warmth

That I felt when I had held your hand.

I wish I could meet you…

Rest in peace Dadiji !

The Reason

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The quest had been for words,

for reason, for purpose ,and, the destination;

As I sit to write, I ponder,

I don’t feel the need for the quest.

 

Even without my notice,

the belief has somehow emerged;

I had always kept a green tree,

thinking that, the singing bird will surely come;

I can hear some melody somewhere;

 

Things don’t make sense all the time,

if they did, the purpose would have been defeated;

The unbecoming of what I’ve become,

only to discover the carefree joy;

 

The tiny sprout has found its way,

I wonder at seeing its victory

it has a long way to go;

Seeing it waving with the breeze,

belief gets stronger,

unknowingly, there comes a smile;

Some things have reason which reason can’t reason...

 

An escapist's way of life

They say and we tend to believe,
Yes, that's the best thing to do.
In an attempt towards proving oneself,
there's the march ahead...
It is progressing. But is it ?

When all seems good, its kinda stuck
And, then what lies next is escapism.
Its like we all agree to disagree...
In search of a vent again...
Oh yea, they say, this one's the best for you.

An attempt to march again,
what follows next is a withdrawal,
to accept things as they are...
Going against the flow, is too  audacious after all.

An escapist cant take it long though,
people don't really tend to understand he feels
out in the woods, in the self confinement,
only to discover

may be the journey isn't about being anything,
may be its about un-being what we are trying to prove...
and being what you are really meant to be...

Escapism is good sometimes...
It lets you meet yourself.
An interesting conversation is always welcome after all !!


~ courtesy my two friends who have had the greatest impact on me :)