LOOK BACK..?

The time is moving and so are our lives,

With every second that the clock ticks, something changes within.

It can be an emotion or simply the digestion process of our body.

But, whatever changes it compels us to look back.

To look back and find a reason for it

To look back and see what happened

To look back and stare into the same horrible situation that had brought tears to our eyes

To look back and see the same happy incident again which is not going to repeat itself?

Then why should we look back when it doesn’t give us anything except sorrow if it was miserable and a dying hope because repetition is just not what life is like.

Shouldn’t we move forward leaving everything behind?

The happy and the sad because none can make our future but shape it, and when the best mould is nothing but a mind free of all tensions and a heart as pure as faith.

You wake up in the morning to see a rising sun and sleep at night seeing a rising moon.

When you see rising giants and a slight ray of hope added to the belief in the start and at the end then why do we dream of looking back..?

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE DAY…

It’s a new day, a new beginning.
The faith in me looked up last night, found the answer
And slept by my side.
It made me smile for the first time to make the day coming by
much more, a pleasurable sight.
The devil in me had died but soon did I realise,
mere presence of its dead body that makes me miserable day and night.
Last night, when I looked up in the sky
with its glimmering children in my eyes, the tears did fall on my
hand, not like a shooting star but like a shooting sky.
With this I gave a thought to what was going on my life,
a new ray rose within me like the sun rising on the horizon.
I learnt much more than the stunning hope in front of me.
It was nothing new in the thoughts but simpler in vocabulary,
My mind may not be with me at that time but my heart was surely with me.
I realised once more that the solution to every problem
Lies within me,
The belief of every prayer lives in me,
The answer to every question dwells in my body,
Love, faith, good, bad, every day takes birth in me,
And a new me
Much stronger, much taller in opinion and not in menial
Heights will be found within me.

… LOOKING AT THE SKY!

 

There, came the biggest moment until now,

empathy crept into me like a snake creeping upside down.

This empathy was not venomous like the

self-pity mode but was like

hitting of snakes tail, waking up the dead in house of stones.

The self-criticising mode once again rose in me but soon

self-appreciation took a toll.

Now, the road not taken seemed like a path that does not deserve me

because the flowers don’t need sweetness, thorns do and they ultimately got me.

Whenever, while walking on the road I passed statements which demanded

for an explanation I told them ‘it is faith that moves mountains, not reason!’

something shook in me at that moment which left me sweating for half an hour.

Soon, did I face the reality in its face and got to

know that it was not sweat but tears of every time my body wanted to

mourn over the chances that it missed while looking at the sky.

None but none of the drops were from my eyes because my heart never

cried over the opportunities that were meant for

the road I was walking on and

not for the sky, where my mind was soaring high.

The self-pity expression, ‘Oh god, I missed this one’ turned to self-appreciation,

‘It’s okay, I’ll take the one on the next turn.’

Everybody knows night and day are a part of sky,

present is the part of river that I am walking by.

How many ever opportunities I lose

while looking at the sky, I know there is the right one waiting for me

that will make  that sky exclusively

mine! 

 

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