Before I go to Bed.

No shoulder to cry on,

Life is taking a stroll,

No one to rely on,

With no idea of my goal.

People being themselves,

Stupid as they might be,

I look up for help,

Face quenches a glee.

Sun comes up,

as I go down,

A broken tea cup,

in a deserted town.

Goodnight!

The Water of Washbasin

I stood there by my washbasin,

Watching the water flow.

So carelessly, without a second thought,

Out came its each and every drop.

And they kept on coming,

and kept getting washed away,

For the knob was still active,

And for they had no choice.

But sometimes I wonder if that is life.

We are but only tiny droplets that come to light from the time we get launched from the tap until we get flushed down the drain. 

Where we go doesn't matter, neither does where we come from.

It's the time that we spend in the washbasin that counts.

You, as a drop have the responsibility to quench the dusty hand that seeks you.

Refuse, and the devil may care!

Doesn't make a difference. Not a whole lot, anyway.

The hand shall find plenty other drops that are coming its way through that endless supply of tap water. And you shall go down the drain, as a clean droplet of water, but will eventually gather the dirt from those around you.

And not all drops get the opportunity to touch someone's hands, but those that do get the job done well.

We can't complain about the opportunities we never received.

"Had I been there, I'd have done that."

Well, you weren't. The other drops did the job just as well as you might have done, or maybe even better.

You better move along and make way for the other drops to enter the washbasin.

So, you go down the drain, clean or dirty, that is up to you.

Did you fulfill your purpose while you were in the washbasin?

If not, the end is the same, but what good of a droplet were you?

There were millions before you, and there are going to be millions after you,

But at least while you're in the washbasin, do what you were damn well supposed to.

A post about Nothing.

This is one of days where nothing is befalling upon this mind of mine. I'm just typing away, with no clue of what I'm going to write next. So, let us begin, shall we?

The goals, the dreams, the voices, the screams
They don't haunt me.

The more I let myself go, the more people get to know,
But I haven't really done that, moving to and fro.

Sitting in a corner, I sometimes wonder,
If my day is perfect, or have I made a blunder.

The answer is the latter, more often than not,
And I really go along with it, no matter what.

The presence of an acquaintance doesn't really hit me.
For those I once trusted, came back and bit me.

Gone are the days when I was insecure,
Today is different and still, do I want more.

I want more freedom, I want more challenges.
Today and yesterday are different, like apples and oranges.

So get up you fatso, and start to get going,
Your goals shall come to you, without you even knowing.

Peace.

I SHALL CHANGE

Many a time, in fact, all the time I get this urge to talk my emotions out loud. But, the words just don't come out. I instead, end up talking to myself out loud. As pathetic as it may sound, but it is indeed the only thing that has saved me from committing suicide over the past 3 years. I don't have any friends and have successfully secluded myself from the world. Maybe, that has contributed a whole lot to this shy personality. I know things, I've got a lot to share, a lot of trivia that gathers dust in the seldom used corner of the mind. But Alas! As soon as someone comes in front of me, the whole thought process just fades away. I'm not able to initiate a conversation, and can't even muster up the courage to kick back with a decent, well thought out reply.
But all that shall now change. I've decided that I'll move out of my comfort zone and express myself and my opinions freely, without any prejudices. Think what the other person may, I shall not care. I will, for sure, go out there and deliver my opinions. I will even try to initiate a conversation with some people, for starters. Let's see how that turns out.
Overall, I've decided to change, and change I will, no matter what the world comes to.

PS: I don't even know as to why the hell did you read all this. But, thank you, random stranger, for taking your time out for reading a miserable post.

You shall live forever.

Oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend .
You shall live forever.
The dress you once wore, the constant knocking at the door, doesn't bother me anymore.
The sky might be crystal clear, there's no use of any
fear, and although you think the end is near, you shall live forever.

The mountains, they may say your name, in this endless life of a game, when I scream, they might as well. But oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend . You shall live forever.

The endless horizon of the sea, can't take you farther away from me, for however little that I may be, you may not hold any glee, because Oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend , you shall live forever.

The son of God, as he once was, shall kneel before you.  For all I knew, you felt it too, gazing down from your balcony for that heavenly view, you knew in your heart, that Oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend . You shall live forever.

The wistful thinker that I once was, working through the day thirsty for applause, the wind didn't agree with the me, nor did the person that I once was, but you picked me up, enlightened me, and I learned how to take a pause. Which is why,
Oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend . You shall live forever.

The tiny drops of rain, that fall upon my window pane, symbolize colloquially the  deep state of vain, that my intellect fell into, as it marched down from the top to the bottom in a brisk second, almost as if to remind me, of how little my esteem was, my prestige a mere delusion, which splashed hard at the sight of a little transparency. You came in like a wiper, washed it all off softy, using the gentle force at times, almost as if to give the drop a new found purity. So it'd be fair to say,
Oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend , You shall live forever.

The desk that I sat upon, wondering my existence till the break of dawn, pondering if this life shall go on, never holding myself from a moment of mourn, the damages that were made to the structure, almost as if to break it apart and rupture, you came in and fixed them ever so finely, that this heart shall remain glued like the desk has. So, Oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend .
You shall live forever.

The misty drops of dew, like the devil that hurt you, shall also disappear soon as the sun comes by, and the wondrous angel that resides within you, will continue to spread the joy.
So, Oh my Friend , my Friend , Friend . You shall live forever.

My Baby Blue

I was standing by the corner, much like any other day.

You came over, scared the shit out of me, and finally said, "HEY!"

My mind wondered, as to who you were,

The cactus that was my heart, you treated it like a fur.

The more I wondered, the more I thought,

Surely you were not the kind that was meant to be bought.

Infatuated initially, having no clue.

But you saved me from drowning, Oh my baby blue.

Over the months we talked, deep as our conversations were.

The blizzard that flew away from your patience, was surely not a seigneur.

Intimidated by your influence, I did become a little insecure.

But my friend you're pure gold, and I shall keep coming back for more.

Your smile makes me elated, your laughter kills me

 The memories that I've made with you, the joy that fills me.

You have but many others, and I have only you.

I hope you don't let me go. Oh, my Baby Blue.