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. 🙂 

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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.

Stairs to the moon

When you help them build stairs to the moon,
And you think you all are going together and reach up soon.
But you forget one important thing,
The wooden staircase could take only one person at a time.

So they climb up, leaving you behind.

You thought we’ll all stand together, once we reach.
But a lesson did they teach?

But momma said always help people, be kind and generous,
Don’t say I, but worry about the  ‘Us’.
But momma didn’t know that people no longer care,
They get what what they want, and do not do fair.
They forget your help or the days they needed you,
The one who made the stairs and was left behind by you.

I laugh in despair, that momma when they had reached up,
At least they didn’t break the stairs,
I should have believed they never cared.

But momma you never told me that I had to be little selfish,
All I did was share and share until things got finished.

I should have kept some things for myself in this world,
Days after days things got more swirled.
I got infuriated by all this muddle,
I was left alone, with no one to cuddle.

I cried, I shouted, I screamed.
For God, what bad have I done,
that I could not get to my dream.

I vowed to not help people anymore,
Not be kind or generous, or helping a sore.
I saw the world through a broken glass,
I was drawing myself away from the mean class.

But deep in my heart, I believed,
That the one who’s the strongest, and kindest,
Then success, happiness all you achieve!
I knew how to build those stairs, so I did it again,
I learnt from experience, I grew from that pain.

I reached even higher than they can imagine ever,
And they were back in news telling me clever.
Oh fools, I thought, what have you done,
You never knew there’s a difference between a planet and the sun!

But one thing all we must learn from now,
Look for real people, because it’s a fake town.
Share only with those who’re worthy of that gift,
The people, who are there and never split.

And you need to give yourself, is your help first,
So that you climb up the moon, with the stairs you trust.

Be kind, sincere and fearless,
Because you’re special, and you’re no less!

 

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May be it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s all, about you.
So many sad eyes on happy faces.

Why are you allowing to wither in your self?
Do you still have those bits and pieces of who you were?
I believe, they are yours.

Because you let fairy tales; you grew up reading in books, to be true.
The whole point of being with someone is so you can talk your heart out with them, without feeling being judged, who smiles at your best and stays with you at your worst.

But may be you’re too late.
You no more know how to talk.

May be it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’ve seen it through you.
You held it long enough to let go.
Stop holding those bits and pieces
of where you no longer belong.

Close your eyes to old ends
and open your heart,
to new beginnings.

You are brave, you know;
I’ve seen you dance
through the flames that ramble against you
when you set yourself
on fire.

You’re kind, you know;
I’ve seen you soothe those
who never bothered
to know
the ache inside you.

You’re more, you know;
more than this,
more than you ever were,
more than anyone could ever be.

You’re made up of thunder, fireworks and sunlight.
So, rise like the sun, and burn.

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First steps

You have a story.
There are words, waiting to be written.

Everything begins small.
Your little first steps, to climb up to her.
Mother, from where all your stories begin.

You are trying to climb up to her.
With her open arms, she gently, smiles.
Doubtless, you rise up.
Remember, those were your first steps.

Now, you’re all old, and strong,
Yet, you fear to climb the stairs of life.
Why don’t you trust?

Life is a book.
Why don’t you travel?
Why are you struck at the first few pages?

Let the chaos within burst out.
Even if you can’t see it, the story is weaving.
Thread by thread, into the tapestry of life.

And if words fail, hope remains.
For years to come, hope whispers, it’ll be better.
Better, sweeter, happier. Any more?

You leap through the dark mountains,
Follow storms. Yet, reach up to the stars.
Your first steps again. Do they taste the same?

Soaked in memories, happiness hails.
While sorrows make a wiser tale.
Mistakes, faults  — the chapters you accept,
And do not wish to visit again.

The story of the fool you were, the story of the fool you are.
Wrapped up in few words,
One Adventure, called life.

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Have you ever heard silence?

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”
― Rumi said.

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn?
Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends?
Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked,
Or the hush of a country road at night,
Or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak,
Or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house?

Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”

Lately I’ve begun to realize that one can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension of it’s own.
When words are empty, equations doesn’t matter anymore. But it’s always difficult to keep shut or use the right amount of words.

  • First theory.

    The biggest challenge after success is shutting up about it. There are two secrets to success, one choose your words wisely, second I won’t tell you. Successful people tend to speak the right amount of words required, for only people intelligent enough can identify what’s relevant to be said and what’s not. Giving more information is not only harmful but might communicate a wrong idea.

    Say, if I’m chatting too much with my boss, he might think I’m interested in him beyond work. Or a cheesy salesperson may blabber out too much information, in a way nagging out the customer.

    Also in relationships, it’s important to understand the other person’s silence more than only words. Sometimes, in the middle of a disagreement with her husband or to avoid one, she’ll call time out. If she don’t pause long enough for a walk or a sitting meditation to reflect on what’s really going on, she’s likely to keep blundering with hurtful speech. In silence one has a chance to cool down, assess the situation, examine one’s own motivations, and consider what words will help heal the rift.

  • Second Theory.

    Speech pauses are the finest tricks of oratory since time immemorial. And the If you do it right, nobody is conscious of your pauses, but your ideas are more persuasively delivered. As white spaces add breathe to a paper full of words, speech pauses are necessary for verbal communication.

    For example:

    We were married ten years ago [pause] I still remember my first look at her coming up the aisle.Speech pause is an excellent way of delivering emotions. Isn’t it?

  • There’s another theory.

    Would you find it uncomfortable to go on a date and sit in silence for an hour because you had only recently met your companion? What would you think if after returning home from several months’ absence your parents and relative didn’t speak to you for several days? Can you imagine working on a four-person cattle crew for several days without being introduced to or speaking with one of the other members, who you did not know?

    Although these situations seem unusual to us, they are considered appropriate among the Apache. Although it seems natural to us that when people first meet introductions are in order and that when friends and relative reunite greeting and catching up will immediately follow, this is not the case for all cultures. There’s a study which investigates certain aspects of silence in the culture of the Western Apache of east-central Arizona.It is not the case that a man who is silent says nothing. – the Apache culture believes.

  • Finally I’d like to highlight the importance silence holds, spiritually. Silence soothes the harried soul.

    Maybe because I can talk up a storm, I love, even crave, silence. I feel safe in it. I know I won’t blurt out something foolish or harmful, something I’ll be sorry for. She said.

    It is in the womb of silence that we can grow ideas for the best course of action to take. They say it helps us use our personal resources judiciously. Talking expends energy and takes up time. One requires to identify inner knowledge one has, rather than looking for places to go for. The way in is through inside.


You can surely fool people by your words, but not by your silence. In fact, silent is one’s loudest cry.

IT’S TIME TO GIVE UP WORDS AND HEAR SILENCE.

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