A night before

It's the last night before my last exam. Lying on my bed alone, I get reminded of all those moments, all those sleepless nights and nervous days which I spent in the past year. Finally, life has taken a turn and bought me to a destination. From here, a new life will start. College life!

It's a happy sad dialogue "New place! New people!“ And now, I'll be also among those who say this dialogue. Most probably, I'll be going to Delhi, SRM modinagar!

Till here, life was easy but now it's gonna be tough and challenging! With every passing day, I have to excel. Now it wouldn't be about coming first in the class. Things would get materialistic. What would matter the most would be money! People would be keen to make competitors and not friends. I doubt myself that would I be able to survive? The answer to these questions only time will give!

Till then, keep calm and enjoy this new life starting from tomorrow.

21 may completes exact one year to my journey. Last year on the same date I started it. I didn't achieve success but I'm happy that I completed it.
Good night.

#iamvish

P05 : Life- a maze and not a race!

All the world's a stage;
And men and women merely players.

Shakespeare beautifully explained life in his own way.

But now life has become a race (as people say). But when you closely observe, it's a maze and not a race. You never get tired because it's long like a race, but you tend to get tired because it's complicated like a maze! So this is my another creation out the some of many which i have published-

LIFE- A maze and not a race!

They say life is a race,
If you won't run fast,
Others will surpass,
But for me,
It's a maze.

Where you need no speed,
But patience and heed,
To things spoken to you,
For things blurted against you,

Where you need will,
To maintain a zeal,
Which may grow everlasting,
For when it fades,
It takes along your ambition.

Where you need friends,
To hold your hand,
But not to bear you,
On their spines.

Where you need many players,
To make this game interesting,
But you can't let,
Anybody else win it,
For it was yours from the beginning.

Where you need tactics,
To understand it,
And play well,
Knowing it's rules but still playing false.

Where you need to win,
At the cost of emotions,
And roll the dice of sentiments,
On your near ones.

This game isn't easy,
For those who play it truly.
It breaks them,
It disheartens them,
And leaves them clueless,
But they're the ones who win,
For they win experience,
Of righteousness,
But if you play it false,
It ends in losing,
Everything you had inside.

#iamvish

Presence

There are many dialogues like... "i am with you, no matter i am far"... They are good, but when it comes to real world, they can't pacify us everytime.

There are times when we need each other, physically. Times when we want to cry and need that specific shoulder. At that time, no philosophy consoles us.

Right now, there's someone in the same situation. He is sick! Really sick. He is irritated, he is unwilling, and he wants me. To be with him, making him laugh, giving him proper care, scolding him for being careless with his health. But i ain't with him. He is managing things single handedly. The boy who is like my baby, he is in pain and what i can do is simply nothing.

He speaks feebly, he asks me to come. He says sometimes that baby please embrace me in your arms and i promise you i'll be ok. I just pray to god everytime i hear from him to make him well soon. Its christmas again, and as i said, i believe in santa... So santa please make him well. He deserves all the happiness not anguish.

PleaseSanta!

#iamvish

God: A mythology or an energy?

Mythology is a great secret in itself. It has left the world with some stories to ponder upon. They might be true or false. They might be real or just an outcome of imagination. No one knows. The existance of God is a mystery, but still we believe on him. Every person living on this earth believes on his presence in some or the other way. Now, may it be rama, krishna, hanuman, sita, vishnu, shiv or any other God of Hindu culture or Jesus and mother mary of christian culture.

It's christmas within some days and people would be celebrating. They would be singing carols, baking rum cakes and giving gifts dressing themselves as "Santa". Yes, another mythological man. Does he exist? Like others i also dont know, but like others, i do believe that yes he's there and he gives us what we wish for. Let me tell u why...

Three years back, i was standing on my terrace. It was cold. The date was 24th of december 2011. I was tired of my life. I wanted something to happen. Maybe, a miracle which would return me my friend, A friend who went far and made me die a thousand deaths. I could see him, hear him but could not approach him. He hadn't talked to me since 2 years. I don't know what triggered me. I bought a paper and a pen. I wrote what my heart wishes for. It was somewhat like ...
"hey santa, its christmas and I would like you to bless everyone in my life with whatever they want. Give all my friends what they crave for. Make them happy and return them all what they have lost. Give them love, health and happiness. And at the end if u aren't boared, just return him to me. Please..i miss him"

I wrote it read it aloud and kept it inside my diary. I felt somewhat stupid to do it. Miracles don't happen. I opened facebook. I inboxed him "merry christmas :) " but i wasn't expecting a reply as his id was dormant since 10 months.

Next day, i woke up. I opened fb. It had one msg, "same to you" from that man and some more words. I went mad. He asked me to talk to him. From that day onwards i believe that santa exists. After that day, we started talking and now it has been 3 years since i am in a relationship with that man!!!!

So, from that day onwards i started believing more evediently that a power exists, which controls all. Which sees a persons karma and rewards or punishes him accordingly. But for sure, there's a power devoid of all shapes and sizes. Its a ruling energy!

#iamvish

P.04- That girl in the mirror

A Girl In The Mirror

I came running through the house,
Tears fell all over the path,
I halted near a window,
And saw a girl !

Her tears fell as mine did,
Her eyes swelled as mine did,
She was breaking into pieces,
She was shattering into bits.

Seeing her i wiped those drops,
She also followed the same,
I looked into her eyes deeply,
And she too glared back.

I smiled at her,
She too beamed at me,
Soon we both started laughing,
And dancing out of joy.

I thanked her for consoling me,
I thanked her for not leaving me,
I thanked her for being selfless,
I thanked her for being helpful.

My mother knocked the door,
She entered and was stunned to see,
I talked to a girl,
To a girl in the mirror!

Many times you feel lonely, you seek people and you find no one. Then just go and talk to a person in the mirror. In a very famous movie a dialogue was there,"if you can't do it for anybody, do it for the man in the mirror"
This life is a gift of God. Live it !

Don't just survive. Live...

#iamvish

P.03 - A Mistake!

Many times in our lives, we commit a mistake. A mistake, which can destroy many things, many relations. I had also done many mistakes. But this poem is an account of a mistake what someone very near and dear did. He made me realise the power of trust and love. So thereby, i wrote his viewpoint. I wrote what i saw because i was also there in the scene.

Hey dear, you made me realise that people do mistakes, but it never means that you are a wrong man. You are the most beautiful person, the most caring heart, which i have seen in my life.
God bless you!

A MISTAKE

She was crying badly,
Lying on an aquainted shoulder,
I wanted to grab her completely,
But my fears held me back.

I glared with filled eyes,
For long, upon my toes,
Suddenly, to my surprise,
She came and held me at one go!

Crying in her embrace,
I thought about things unspoken.
For everyone now, i was a disgrace!
I was afraid to face friends or foes.

I thought of those happy days,
When she trusted upon me blindly,
I thought of that old place,
Where i and my friends wandered.

All those momentarily flashes,
Revived my dead tears.
I again had wet eyelashes,
I cursed myself for that mistake.

I cried on loosing her trust,
I cried on leaving my friends,
Her ironed love was now with rust,
Would she ever believe me again?

Peeping from that tight embrace,
My eyes met my old friend,
He saw me with different eyes,
And i quickly looked down again!

I started hating that girl and her clasp,
It was no less than bars of love,
Why she wasn't able to grasp?
Keep that only to herself?

At the next moment i loved her,
She was broken, yet wasn't allowing me to break.
Her clasp now felt like soft fur
She really loves me so much !

After a while she seperated me.
She bore a swollen yet pretty face,
She saw through me,
And my eyes conveyed her everything.

She insisted on washing my face,
But i was weakened.
I didn't wanted a random eye chase
So i decided to stay in dark.

She whispered a soft "I Love You"
And after a long time, i opened my lids.
I saw the same face, i saw an old view,
Everything was good again !
             
             - By "A girl as a Boy".

#iamvish