Amorphous Creativity

Dreams come true, they say My belief in these words i lay, As i walk along with you I see, what i think are, on leaves few drops of dew! Soon, drizzle picks up pace, A huge smile appears on our face. Eyes meet and then the lips, Drenched, we kiss! Some might call us crazy and insane, They don't know it's our first rain!

Being in the early 20s is not turning out to be what i imagined when i was a teenager or as a kid.All my life i have heard that change is the only constant and now the twenty's are proving it every minute. Teenage is all about your "Firsts" and in the 20s you bid goodbye to a lot of your "lasts".

What is wrong my dear friend? Why have your talks come to an end? Your beautiful smile is nowhere to see, the smile which was your sign to be! Amazed i am by the changes in you, Changes you don't even acknowledge as few; But, deep down i know, you know, Changes have occurred in you at one go! Happens everything for a reason say i, Happy times will be back after these die; Bounce back as i expect you to, Please return cause i need you! This poem is by me, as you can see, Laugh if you want but its as original as me! If this could bring a smile on your face, I would consider it as sweet praise! P.S : This poem was the very first poem i wrote.It was written for a very close friend who was going thru a rough phase as an attempt to cheer her up!

Distant dreams rarely come true, One of mine being you. Had it not turned out this way, We would have been together this day. Now, unhappiness surrounds me, Making me believe i am free, Freedom like this i didn't ask, Sorrow and distress wearing its mask. Faraway are you from me now, It happened i don't know how, Wish you were mine for keeps, We, together, gave me happiness in heaps!

It was the first shower of the season. After praying hard for over 2 months, the Rain Gods had finally relented and had showered their blessings.I am an avid lover of monsoons.To me its the season of romance and nostalgia.Recollecting old memories over chai is what i love to do.Also, being perched up on the window sill with a cup of steaming hot chocolate and a book which is mostly a love story.Also going out on long drives with him.But he was away at office with no scope of leaving.So the latter wasn't going to happen. So here i was, at home, soaking up the lovely weather,in the company of hot chocolate and a book in which a loving husband had left for a journey into eternity, leaving love letters for his wife to read and move on in life without him.Each letter had a P.S and it said "I love you".Its one of my favorite books and always make me sappy.So the mood was set, i was ready to go and sappy journey all alone. Just then, he called.

Am riding high on the wave of nostalgia.Too nostalgic about the times gone by.Pondering about how our lives have changed in the past years, I realized we have left so many things behind... No more of waking up to Vande Mataram or Saare Jahaan se Accha on Doordarshan.News is no more at fixed times only,its available where you like it.T.V. isnt about Jabaan Sambhal ke,Superhit muquabla or Humlog anymore. Gone are the days when going out was going to the park with family.Having sukha bhel was a treat.An occasional Pepsi or Goldspot was a thing to brag about.Going to cinema or circus was a big deal. We have lost the romance in waiting for a long distance call and a letter reply.The romance in making and writing one... The time when we actually knew our neighbors.The time when socialising was not done on facebook or twitter.it was face to face.When friendship did not begin with a friend request..  The time when a kid could be lured back to the house just by a "Jaleb...

This post is totally inspired by this note i was tagged in on facebook. I loved it so much that i couldn't resist sharing it. This week of june is the "school reopening week".Every mall,supermarket and stationery store will tell you its time to go back to school.Everywhere you look around you see excited kids piking up new "dabbas" for recess,new waterbottles,compass boxes,school bags,rainy shoes and what not. Its that time of the year when you buy everything new.new books are bought and read purely out of excitement.All this is just the preparation bit.schools have not yet begun... Then comes the big day.First day of school.new classrooms,classmates,class teachers...!! Assembly programmes,singing the national anthem,saying the pledge,prayers in different languages,one hand distance,reading out the news...oh!! how i would trade anything to get all that back. Eating the dabba before recess,getting caught by the teacher,getting a remark was a...