Thursday, April 28, 2011

Why love, Why live!

I rarely get into arguments with people. It triggers my dark side of wanting to win it. After quite a while i got myself into one. A friend who was betrayed badly in life by people and me were talking about trust. He said it was very difficult for him to trust people anymore. I said i was betrayed as well. Its made it easier for me to trust!
Why trust someone, get attached and then get hurt, he asks. I laughed thinking to myself, my ears translated those words in my head - "we're born, then we die. so why live?" 
I turned from a sociopath to a loner in a crowd to a social animal. We all know we need people around to survive. The people we let into our lives is a choice we make. We all fear one thing the most. Being forgotten. That one day, we leave, we die and the people around slowly forget us. We are remembered on our birthdays or anniversaries. Our families fade away. Everyone moves on. Slowly we become a mere story. We strive our entire life to do something that people will remember us for. What we say and what we do are like leaves on water, they float away and reach the depths of the sea where they are drowned. What we make someone feel is all that we will be remembered forever for.
A few people you meet change your life so drastically. You might have been not so perfect. Even bad on social terms. They so unknowingly change you into something beautiful and teach you to trust and let go. Make you a part of their family, nourish your body, mind, soul and all. Time never matters in knowing a person. Its that thin line between trying to find what a person could be and knowing that you already are a part of their life. This blog is for one such family i met who changed my life entirely and to all the others who have changed yours.
Good people do exist. They might be few, but they do. Trust me, you'll see.
Love,Live.

P.s(Written for Ganesh,Kavitha and Meghna)

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

What it really is, Nobody knows.


 Born, live  and then die
One tiny little person living in a sea
Do my little job and eat my little meals
Among people who ain't aware of me.

Love a little, cry a little inside.
staring out of windows, seeing many faces everyday.
With a sense that no one knows you even with a million beside.

Then why all the conversations.
Why take people into your life.
Why feel happy to feel like you fit in.
No one really knows.

The beginning is always built in its end.
Or maybe both are mere illusions.
Our obsession of feeling safe,
Building threads to puppet our sanity.

The room you are sitting in right now will continue to exist.
Hold the same roof and the same stuff lying around.
But one day you'll be gone.
Your memories fly with you.
But what you have now never was yours.

Then why cry for joy.
Why work till your life's end.
Why feel happy when a friend is born.

What it really is, nobody knows.