THE ROYAL BLUE….

THE ROYAL BLUE….  

The azure sky was beautiful…

But towards something, as a kid, I was unconsciously dutiful …

Something that made me run all through my lane…

It was the whitish cloud of air, left behind by the plane…

I followed it as long as the sun and baby feet could allow…

I would wave so hard and shout no low…

But never did the pilot wave back…

I felt, must be something I lacked…

I would look at my papa and point finger in the sky…

He got me right and would answer my “why”

He would say, the plane is far too high…

And then giving up, I would take a deep sigh…

As a teenage boy, the passion grew…

What gripped me, was the country’s love

 and the AIR FORCE attire… ‘The royal blue’

I knew for sure, that no dreams stand on shallow thoughts…

Concentrated blood can make nothing better than clots…

What flows with toil will get through…

What emerged from heart has to be brought true…

And since then I was set to be up there…

With patriotism that brings in care…

Controlling the big bird, I saw once…

Like one of my motherland’s responsible sons…

PRESS FORWARD and I bring u back to today…

When me and my big bird are ready to play…

An AIR WAR awaits us…

My Royal Blue hanged in my closet, ready to be worn…

It was 3 am and I was waiting for the dawn…

At sharp 5, I was all dressed…

A single strand of thought flows, nothing messed…

The stars all set on the right shoulder…

I give a fleeting look to my honorary certificates kept in a folder…

A single strand of thought still flows…

Towards my fighter aircraft, the walk is measured and slow…

But an abrupt resistance baffles me…

What is it…?

No, it isn’t a trigger in the body, but a shot in the thought…

Is it a resistance from bravado…?

Or a resistance to kill...

Is it the fear of entering into the coffin or sending someone into it…?

The single strand of thought is no more there…

But somehow i reach the air stair...

Somehow i muster up the courage and take controls...

Explaining thyself that i am not running from my goals..

And hence the revved up engine lifted up the plane...

The opponent’s fighter was radar detected again...

But i did not trigger the missile...

It was a clean shot...

But “i will not kill" took me over in a while... 

I don’t know why but we, I and my fighter trace back the way….

The Royal Blue is back in the hanger, got no role to play…

I sit on the wooden chair…

A tear drops amidst of self glare …

“This rush of insight  has threw me hard..

Does that badges me with ‘traitor’ and not a guard…”

With the study lamp, warming the page, I hold the ink pen again…

To scribble the UNACCOUNTABLE 3 words…

“WHAT WAS IT…?”

"ME-YOU"..

           “ME-YOU…”               

Cuddling my hair with care,

Suddenly I went into raptures with your stare…

I ignored u, just to show…

But inside, something happened from head to toe…

I walked past you, gathering my diluted attention…

I smiled at myself, joking at my intentions…

Another day, secretly…I crossed you again…

Not that you made me insane…

But you made me smile back at me…

I would try my best to know, “If you too did see”…

A week passed and I saw u heading a show…

That day I realized, the lid of curiosity was about to blow…

So I planned to meet…

The feeling wasn’t less than jumping off feet…

So I had set up a meeting, through my saviors, my friends..

Concealing my identity, they were supposed to pretend…

You did not know, the girl was ‘me’…that’s exactly where I wished…

The whole surprise to be…

All set, dressed in velvet red..

More than the accessories, I preferred wearing a smile instead…

I glanced at the mirror, looking back at me…

And just wishing…u will see ‘your girl’ in me…

Lilies in hand…I swiftly got off the stairs…

Just then…my sight landed on the roses kept in pairs…

I saw you, through those red petals…

With my heart beat abruptly settled…

Shocked at how the scene took a turn..

We shyly smiled…as people on the way…gave us a look so stern…

Amazed at this…

I wonder at God’s plans in bliss…

True, falling for someone in the first sight is God’s sign…

But what ran over all levels of achievement is…when you said.. “you are mine…” 

UNSEAL THE CLOSET

UNSEAL THE CLOSET... 
In  a grayish state of  mind, trying to distract myself…as I try putting my things back to their places in our messed up room…I see a  crumbled piece of paper hiding itself in the corner…

Sometimes your own writings come as a surprise to you and best still when you need to learn from them the most…

“Whenever I suppressed...

  It intensified the blast”

Unseal The Closet

Bottled my thoughts …

Tried keeping them under severe knots….

Conceived that the eyes and ears should do the talking…

Even GOD stood at the closet of my heart, knocking

But I  preferred to zip my tongue

Better to keep silence in a song , everyone sung

Ran from being clicked..

Ran from being talked about...

Loved to observe…

 wished to be different from the crowd..

 Didn’t ever feel that an inch about all I said above is misfigured …

Wasn’t ever ready for ideals for my LIFE to flicker

But the four letter word had mysteries planned…

Amazed I stood in GOD’S  witness stand…

Wasn’t really easy to twist  my  bottled seal..

“Why words to express ,what I feel…??”

May be merry  and zeal…

Also suppressing  the worst I feel..

 Bottled my thoughts…

Tried keeping them under severe knots…

By now…to the cork, the bottled thoughts had touched…

Making the cork un-clutched…

I made this moment to pause…

Each moment… an encounter with my flaws..

What I saw was erratic…

The seal had weakend, the notch did break…

Oh Jesus, I felt my  life at stake…

Bottled was my mind…

What was pushing to  ooze out, was my peace…

I saw it begging at knees…

No longer could the moment be paused…

And as u read this…a moment  more has crossed..

And hence  it blew off..

Though the blast resounded..

But From within…noises went off…

If only I could, in that bottle, had made a pin hole..

If I could have sneaked a little into  my very own  soul

If the needle of the clock could be reversed…

The bottled thoughts would have skipped d the  sudden outburst…

If I would have disclosed, a part of what I genuinely feel...

May be the little untouched wounds,would have healed…

Bottled were the thoughts…

Severe were the knots…

But who suffered…??

There in HIS  COURT...god whispered to me:------

May be a felt smile, full of zeal.....

Why subdue the thoughts , “reveal…”

 Though rarely, but  do Loosen the seal..

Pour out an expression of what u feel….

Because:------

Through those mere syllables..,

the world reads u…

 For some, it means a silent blink..

 but also define this silence for few..

Cause it Brings u closer to the ones already dear…

Sometimes an expression missed …and what remains is a speechless tear…

A speechless tear…

Life does not give you second chances…either you pick it up or life picks at you…

(  Dedicated to my  three introvert friends…)

DRIFT….

Just a little silence gives solution to so many problems, pondered and discussed…

A drop of happy tear…expresses more than words could ever do…

That little orange line in the dawn, shows sun’s arrival…

The mere hope that paves to success…

A little drift about…do I really actually…makes it actually happen…

Love felt…

A smile shared…

A secret expressed…courage dared…

Just a little drift….

RHAPSODY....

RHAPSODY……

A prayer with feel…

A play with zeal….

A look not to see, but to watch…

If hiding, be it a perfect dodge….

If stalking, follow till the breath goes away…

If running, sprint till the stalker gets out of your way….

If it’s about laughter, it does matter, how horrible you looked…

If it’s about tears, let them, flow off hooked…

If it’s about not wanting something, make it next to never…

If it’s about heartfelt wanting something, make it your best mentionable endeavour….

If it’s about life and death, don’t awe from standing at the verge…

If it’s about standing on the waves, don’t be scared of a surge…

If it’s about faith…let it not be blind…

And once it is fostered, stop questioning it through mind…

If it’s about love, love till the last breath…

If  its about  failing…don’t give up before death….

Love even amidst of all responsibilities…

Let true love enhance your abilities…

BUT….if it’s about diplomacy,I would wish you lose on that…..

If it’s about drowning on telling the truth, I would wish, U drown in that…

If it’s about stealing to earn, I wont wish you luck…

If it’s about winning by using others, better remain struck…

because in the end…its not ‘ YOU AND THE PEOPLE’ but ‘YOU AND THE GOD’

and I don’t want you to be hedious up there…

because HE prefers…honesty and sacrifice over hypocrisy somewhere…

I wish that u stand there in all valor, in all integrity…

Let HIM look at you…in poise , not in pity…

RANDOM

may be what we had was better...less complex...more simple...more eventful,less thoughtful..
when we rarely had to think over...how to stay happy....when it was a default case...:)
things change...situations change...and so do the people...
but some thing inside strives to get back all dat has gone....
and it will keep striving for it....

ABOUT A GIRL…

ABOUT A GIRL…

Yes, we are a little more emotional, a pinch more sentimental than all you guys…

Yes we love adventure, but we do love sitting back with the family at times…

Yes, we hear to all logics, said and heard…

But we do prefer to have a say of our heart at times…

Yes, we love it when muma sat behind to make our pony tails, and we chatted about our homework…

Yes, we love it when we bade her goodbye through the window of the school bus…

We love it when papa pats our back...

Yes we love it when someone genuinely praises us for our knack…

Yes we need girls as friends because they love and retort at the right times…

Yes we need guy friends, because they keep us cheerful…

Although, we present the outlook of an independent girl…

But we do need someone to give a tight hug, when life backfires at us…

Although we hate, when someone comments at us…

But we die to hear a compliment from someone we adore…

We aren’t so complex…but we do seem complicated…

We don’t wish everyone to solve the mystery we are…

But YES…we do expect it from special few….