Lost in Time

A glimpse of what I was to you
makes me wonder if that was really true
I was taken by my life and woes
And you were just passing through

May be I caught your eye and thoughts
As you were trying to figure out
What life could be and what it was

But it's endearing how you recall
that slice of life with utter delight
It brings me to a standstill as I think
How it was for you darlings

You recall what I forget
Little things of joy and regret
It makes me feel so close to you
Little angels lost in time

I think I understand if this is how
It must have been for one someone
They lived their life in front of me
Yet I recalled the most of it

Flickering doubt in pretty eyes
Bewildered, scared at the same time
Tries to hide away the pain
With a weak and mellow smile

Does not know where to hide
Does not know what could be right
Does not understand at all
That this is just a learning game

How I try to catch her eye
With all my efforts that soon run dry
She looks at me and sees right through
Is angry, sad and pained yet won't cry 

None of us can escape learning. But why exactly are we learning? The idea was to escape the cycle. But what after escape?

Some days turn out to be so different from how they start. 

LOL

“All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.”
-- Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) Writer, Poet

I chased around my slippery thought,
That one I could not do anything about,
I scratched my head and ho-hummed too,
And then picked some courage and said to you.

Hello my dear, I think you know
We cannot go on the way we do.
I agree that the days are tough alright
But I cannot fathom why you cannot smile?

You seem all aloof and trying to be fine
Why can't you agree that things are not right
If it makes you feel better, please try to light a pipe
Go ahead and dance if it makes you full of life

It works like magic, lightening up a little
It helps to focus just about a little
If you hold it close and you hold it tight
Things are sure to fall out of hand all right

There I said it, I have been holding it for long
I cannot say it better for the love of God
I hope you see the thing as I do
And that's the only wish that I had for you.

Tum samjhdaar ho lekin zera deewaanay bano / itna jagogay tto phir khwab kahan dekho gay

-- Javed Akhtar

So today we discussed the concept of anonymity in voicing out what one actually feels. There is so much pressure to not speak your mind as it could have you branded, that folks would prefer not to talk at all. They will go through the motions but never discuss how they feel at all. Unless they are anonymous. Unless no one can associate the thought with the person. It's crazy. And sad.

So there is this vision of a monk walking alone on a path. The surroundings are full of snow capped mountains. Currently there is spring- as much as one can imagine on such a high altitude. And the monk seems to be at peace and at home. But I always worry about how lonely he must be on his journey. And I feel saddened that no one is there. But I also want to know what's beyond those peaks - and the picture ends there. There is no continuation of this story anywhere.