For those who are away from home

When I met you, I knew I was home.

You smelled like home. 

We sat, we ate, we talked, we laughed.

Days, months passed. We had the best time of our lives. 

Then you had to leave. It was important. I cried, oh badly I cried.

But I had faith, that you’ll be soon home. And then I’ll be soon home.

​Today I learnt it’s not always about lovestories between a girls and a boys.

So, what happened today. I woke up and was missing my grandmother. So I thought I should message her. I quickly opened my WhatsApp and search for her contact. To what I saw, I had tears in my eyes. She had put up my childhood’s picture as her display picture on WhatsApp. She never asks for anything, me, my time. But for her, I am still that four year old boy, waiting for his treat, whom she ran to and hugged so tight.

At the end of the day, home isn’t a place.  It is a feeling.

Home isn’t a set house, or a single dot on a map. Home isn’t a four walled space. 

It is wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. It is where you’re safe, where you’re loved. 

It is where you find light when all grows dark.

Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

Some people are home today. Near, far, where ever. And we all are soon going to be home.

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Skies, sun and you.

​I can see the sun you carry in your pocket for me. You try to hide it for a time, but it peeps back and lights my entire world. 

And our limitless love, shines across the million skies and calls for me.

Here I come, spiraling through the shadows, to clasp the beam of your soul. And then we dive together into the infinity of dreams and cosmos. 

Sunsets. Eclipses.

Endings can be beautiful too.

Do you love rains too?

​Yes, you love rains.

From the very first spell of rain, when the drizzle wets the mud, and the scent it leaves just soothes your soul and takes away the summer pain.

To the days when it’s raining well enough, and the sun itself is blushing, and you can feel the wind blowing the song of rain.

To the days when it’s pouring heavy and you finally want to look for your umbrella placed somewhere in your room and you feel the need for the weather to calm down again.

See, how well I know your love for rains.

Don’t fall in love with your friends

It’s so difficult to not to fall in love with your friends.

I used to think friendships become stronger over years. That the bond gets stronger one year at a time. But it’s not like that. It just happens. It might even happen on your first waffle together or just a walk.
I would say, be with people who invest in you, invest in your happiness. Sometimes being soulmates doesn’t mean that you get to marry each other, have babies and live a life together. There’s more to soulmates, even friends can be soulmates. When you know that you’ll be there for each other, no matter what. What else do you need. 

There’s nothing sweeter in this world than your friends calling your name, your friends who are proud to have you. And these are the best kind of people. When you’re having a bad day, just hangout with them, share a thought and feel loved and just okay. 

Truth is, so many people are in love and are not together and so many people are not in love and together. But, friendships sort all. It’s the parachute which helps you fall smoothly in love with your friends.

Life is like climbing. And in life there are peaks and valleys. Sometimes you’re at top and sometimes you get stuck in the valley. Love is a hope, a feeling that there’s no valley. Love can over power anything and can make you do unbelievable things.

Love is like wings of happiness, flying you through mountains of hope.

And when you’re in love with your friends, it’s like the ocean in a summer day, calm and relaxing, that’s how I feel. All the beautiful memories they add up to. 

So, go grab a cup of coffee in this chilly weather with them because it’s okay to fall in love with your best friends.


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The Kite Runner 

Once I was about to leave for college in the morning and my dad suddenly walked up to me and said, Baby don’t do anything wrong that would tarnish the reputation of the family. I was shocked. I smiled and shook my head and left for my classes. 

Some people have a very friendly relationship with their parents. Mine is not such a case. My parents are not strict on the outside but one thing is sure that they mean what they say. They are sometimes friendly, sometimes very formal. My mother often takes a sarcastic note on my behaviour.

Also, they don’t tell me what to do and what not to do like typical parents do. They expect me to understand the situation and do the right thing on myself.

You can fly as high as you want.

But remember that a flying kite is always bound by its threads. 

Your parents, who gave you wings and set you free so that you can achieve the sky

And at the same time they keep you safe from the storm.

Never forget your roots. 

 

Growing up came quickly. 

This year my friends and I had planned a night out outside main city. It was the first time I really wanted to go outside city with friends and chill. So, I told my parents that I have to attend an event in college which will extend overnight and I’ll stay in hostel. 

They said, yes. I was amused that they believed on my cooked up story. So, when we actually went for the trip, it went well. We had fun and we were safe. Nothing unusual happened except the fact that I was really guilty that my parents trust me so much and I lied to them for such a stupid one day get away with friends. 

The cute fact is when I returned home tired, they asked me how the event went and dad worried that I couldn’t sleep well in the hostel. Oh my God. I swear that I felt moment that these guys love me so much and I’m doing all this.

This incident made me realise the importance I have in their lives and they are in mine.

And you’re not supposed to look back.

You’re supposed to be keep going. 

So, forget whatever mishaps you did. 

Your parents will always hold your kite and never let go of it. 

Sometimes you may feel that the thread is broken, 

but no there might be some bends, 

but the thread can never break. 

Family is not a special thing. Family is everything. Family is going to love you no matter how you are, what you do, what you wear, how you speak. Family never judges you. 

Make your parents feel your presence. They will forget what you said, what you did but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Money can’t buy happiness, but the moments you spend with them, will. 

When someone says they are busy, you should know how it works. One always has a choice and you’re not a priority. Don’t make your parents feel neglected. 

Home is a feeling.

Spend time with grandparents to get their wisdom. Spend time with kids to learn to take life less seriously and being happy without any reason. 

If your parents had bad day at work, try to give a little extra happiness to them. Be the ocean. Giving away drops won’t change the ocean.
Finally I’d like to share what I learnt from my parents, they are very simple people. They never spend a penny on themselves but ensure that their kids get the best opportunities and never feel less. 

Never regret being yourself. Because if you’re truly you then one day people are going to wish they were you.

Yeah, so you already know which people are more important. Once you start staying close to right people, the wrong one will go away. And believe me, whatever you do, your parents will never disown you.

Let’s give 2017 a fresh start. Welcome home. 🙂 

Closer.

Hey guys, so I’ve written this song, it’s like a new version of your favourite song closer. Do read and let me know if you like it. 

Hey. 

I don’t want to be your girlfriend or your best friend.

I don’t want  a tag. 

I just want to be someone whom you cannot replace with anybody else. 

I hate replacements. 

Hey. 

It’s kind of weird to find someone for whom you’re enough.

I don’t know what is going on.

I just know that I don’t want to share you with anybody.

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 


Will it be another heartbreak or a disappointment? 

I don’t really know.
But,  I don’t want to know. 

And I don’t even want to think about it. 

I just want the ‘us’ to stay.

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 
 


When I see some old happy pictures of mine, 

I wish you were in them with me.

I wish I knew you before. 

I wish we had more time.

I remember telling you this line which I wrote back,  in a poem, 

‘Dance with me till the song lasts’

I don’t know if you did understand my feelings that day.

But that’s how I feel. You make me happy. 

Not just accepting me or calling me pretty. 

But you make me feel closer to myself, closer to God, closer towards truth, closer to hope,

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 
 


You make me wonder, how could anybody love me like you do.

How could anybody make me feel like you do. 

I’m always in a want for more. 

Do I even deserve all this?

But like I said, I don’t want to know. 

I don’t like this feeling of getting away from you. 

I don’t want to be replaced. 

I just want to be with you till the clock ticks. 

I just want to dance with you till the song lasts. 

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul

Stories that I’ll remind you

I want to be the feeling that stays on your tongue after eating a chocolate which makes you want more.

I want to be the gentle light that enters through your window which wakes you up in the morning.

I want to be the peace you get while you lay down on the bed with hands and legs wide open, looking at the ceiling fan as it gives you breeze, it’s the only sky that you own. 

I want to be the dust that stays on your book shelf who knows your secrets more than anyone.

I want to be the coffee stain on your table which reminds you of the sleepless nights you’ve had thinking of someone you barely knew. 

I want to be a part. I want to be the very reason which will never let you forget that you’re still a child who wants to cuddle in his mother’s arms, a child who wants to make his parents proud, a child who doesn’t like spinach, a child who’s not afraid. 

I know. And I’ll meet you soon while you’re struck in disbelief, I’ll remind you all the stories.

I’ll remind you, I’m still there for you. 

One fine night. 

Something scratching in the back,

Something got her laughing while sitting up straight on her bed,

May be a familiar story in the old book rack. 
The blanket was lying as she left it in the morning, 

Twirled like a mermaid taking rest over a rock, 

Waiting for the next wave dining. 
The spoon just fell over the cup,

Like a huge star, shooting in the infinities of the sky, 

While ceramic did talk and made hupp.
She just leaned back on the backside of her bed, 

And just like that she held the music in the room, 

And she saw the lower corner of the curtain waving to her but she wondered if it was all in her head.

The race

​This to the day when you just want to be happy, and get relieved of the race. 

Yes, it’s the same race you’re running everyday. 
You think you’re running towards a goal. Are you sure that you’re not running from yourself? 

When the herd is proving what they are not, and you still figuring out what you are,

Day by day, the web catches it’s prey, one at a time, and you know you’re next. 

Often you feel like giving up to the web, pray let it happen soon, as early as you could get caught, you could atleast stop running.
Never did any creature show such desperation. Or may be they did. 

Like when the mouse is lured by the cheese inside the cage. 

Or the profound happiness the goat gets before getting plated. 

But you don’t know this.
You don’t even understand this.

You just want to be as happy as you were 7 and won your first match and made your mom proud. 

But you didn’t know that this want for winning will come along so badly that it will put a curtain on your dreams. 
You don’t want to run everyday.
You just want to be home.

You just want to be happy.

But as the rule of survival says, you need to be fit for it, for it’s a war. Not between people, but with you,  yes yourself. 

You need to get up, and BURN yourself if you want to shine.

Poetry for peace