Hiraeth

I have moved..all my life I have moved always from one city to another..from one house to another.. I always thought this was something special and I have probably grown fond of moving so much that I would feel stuck if I had to live in one city for the rest of my life. But somehow at this point in my life I realise how special it is to have a city to come back to..have a handful of people always there for you in a place where you share decade old memories..I crave that suddenly as I realise I don't have that and probably I never will..I imagine myself living a quiet life in a little town with a handful of people I love.. a town that would finally be my own..
And then again this mere "humanly" desire makes me wonder....it's so strange that everyone on this planet has been born somewhere..our ancestors moved across the continents for centuries..yet somehow how important it is for a person in their own lifetime to be known from being from a "place", from a "country", from a "culture" . Aren't we all unique amalgamations of thousands of cultures and places and people and languages and genes that have travelled through eons to be today who we really are. Why do we always have this undying necessity to "group" "people" and put them in respective boxes?? 

"Alive"

When the tiny seed fell into the earth,
And was engulfed in darkness
It thought that was it..life was over even before it could begin
It thought so until the warmth seeped in,
The moisture provided comfort
And it started to soften its hard covering!

It was amidst the blind spot,
It learned the most important lesson..
This was the beginning and it had to keep its might..
Cause it yearned to see light..
" I must..I must.." the little seed proclaimed..
So it learned..
To rise..to use the darkness as its pillar,
And push harder..

It took a while, but through the earth it peeked,
The passing air gave it a touch as if to reassure..
The first ray of sun made it feel something it had never really felt before..
Alive!
Alive! Alive! Alive!

The tiny seed was now a sapling full of life..

"Humans" - An Alien's Perspective!

With noses high up in the air,
You declare..
You are the most important,
You are the ultimate brain power,
A miracle of nature!

You say, you know everything..
Then how come you have no answer for the million of things you see undone!
You say you seek peace,
But hilariously how the path you suggest lets innocent people bleed!

A marvel you think is what you are..
But the truth will remain you are a coincidence,
The littlest of little ripple in the infinite cosmic sea!

The things you value the most ...money, status and fame
For getting those you play nasty games..
Funny little creatures you are..crazy weirdos..if u will..
Drawing imaginary lines across a cooled fireball and calling them "nations" and differentiating your own people on the basis of their identity!

The whole humanity lives in hypocrisy!
Multi-facedness is the what is imbibed within!
You call yourselves "great",
'Cause you know no one would call you that,
If you don't self-proclaim!

Acceptance of yourselves is what you need!
Understand the insignificance of yourselves,
Be humble and grateful for what you have got!

Time is not a constraint..
It is a chance you take to make your lives count,
The things you seek is not at the end of yet another war,
Warm up your hearts..
'Cause love, compassion and kindness is the answer!

Hues of life!

Each of your thoughts are like beams of light..
Falling on the prism of life..
All together its plain..its white..
When they become memories..they seem so distinctly different..
Like after passing through the prism..they divide themselves..and amazingly how you can now..remember..recall each of them differently..
The Red maybe the times of laughter, love and celebrations..
The Orange are the times that u hold close to ur heart..neither red nor yellow..they are something in between..neither too joyous nor saddening..colour of the setting sun..they are the memories which seem distant yet special..
Yellow...the bleak moments of dismay..the faded chapters of books...the dried up leaves floating midair in an autumn afternoon..the sense of forlorn..
Then comes Green...the colour of life..fresh and soothing to the eyes and soul..they are made of times of miracles and wonderful dreams..satisfaction and contentment..
Hues of Blue..are the moments of confusion..apprehension..and of desparation to discover yourself..
Indigo comprises of the brief moments of epiphanies...true realizations..which have the deepest effect on ur life..
The bright violet chrome is for the little kid in you..the kid who dances in little joys and laughs without hesitation..violet is precious!
Now..the present..may seem dull..may seem regular..may seem white..but when you look back....they will be all the colours of the rainbow..a collection of all the little seemingly unimportant moments which shall be only and solely yours and would define who you were and who you are! :)

Shadows of time...

Through the shadows of time
Memories will be left behind
Dreams that doesnt let you sleep,
the moments that you long to live!

The bottled up thoughts of yours
Dont just let them brew
Pour them and taste them
Maybe they would give your life a meaning new!

If its the past that scares u
Forget about it and let it go
Embrace all the things that come your way
Theres not a chance that u should just throw!

Be bold and dare to move
Forward and forward march through
It might seem difficult right now
But never let your sail down
Giving up is easy..theres no fun in that
If u have the courage to face it though
You will be proud of yourself one day for sure!

Life is not defined by the things that you could have done
Life is not a movie to just see or a book that you read
Its rather a blank reel of film
You are the creator,you are the person to make it worth something!

A lil dose of life lesson!

Do not be afraid of making a fool out of yourself...learn to laugh at yourself..if someone makes fun of you, join them and laugh out loud..n trust me you will become "unbeatable"!!

#Another random thought!

I am amazed by some people's ability to constantly criticize,how people can constantly keep pointing out things that you are different at or do differently. Never do I see these kind of people accepting the world and its people how they are and are at a constant need of changing people around them to make them be like what they think is perfect.
I don't believe that there is one fixed definition of perfection..if that was the case, everyone would have been just the same without any distinguishing characteristic. I honestly believe that each and every one has the ability to be perfect in there own way.. of course there will be differences, we are all distinctly different at our genetic levels for God's sake! Accept the differences, accept their so called 'imperfections' ! That's what make them who they are! #live #let_live!