Sunday, September 30, 2012

I Wish Someone Told Me...

I wish someone told me I'm beautiful just the way I am,
That way I wouldn't wish for someone else's tan.

I wish someone told me they'd love me till the end,
That way I would never ever want it to end.

I wish someone told me it's okay to make mistakes,
That way I wouldn't be scared to fall and break my nails.

I wish someone told me the grass isn't greener on the other side,
That way I would be content whilst I am at my own side.

I wish someone told me I would amount to some good,
That way I would never wanna stick a gun to my head.

I wish someone told me they want me more than anyone else,
That way I'd know I mean something to someone else.

I wish someone told me that they love me to bits,
That way I'd never mind breaking into a million pieces.

I wish someone told me life isn't lived by a rule book,
That way I'd lean over the crooks and the nooks.

I wish someone told me it is okay to cry,
That way I wouldn't wait for the wind to pat my tears dry.

I wish someone told me its okay to feel fear,
That way I wouldn't feel too timid when things seem unclear.

I wish someone told me it was okay to be lone,
That way I wouldn't rush after the folklore.

I wish someone told me dreams don't always come true,
That way I'd never be hurt when my dreams turned blue.

I wish someone told me that time heals everything,
That way I'd never cry a zillion times over a broken thing.

I wish someone told me it was okay to lose my way,
That way I wouldn't feel lost to look for my way.

I wish someone told me it was okay to have regrets,
That way I wouldn't shy away from the scars I'm unable to forget.

I wish someone told me I had beautiful eyes,
That way I wouldn't look for the many lies in someone else's eyes.

I wish someone told me love lost may never come back,
That way I wouldn't let go of someone I now lack.

I wish someone told me that I've made their life beautiful,
That way I'd know what beautiful is.

That way I'd know that I am beautiful,
I only wish someone would tell me...

Friday, September 28, 2012

Daddy's Trousers

Daddy's trousers worn out and long,
Is a place where I long to belong.
They are black, brown, blue and grey,
They'd guide me when I'm lost in the fray.

As a child, I would tug to them,
Till he'd pick me up again.
I'd pull and scratch and squirm and scream,
Till the time he'd reach my arms again.

They'd be long, pleated or even an A line cut,
But to me that didn't matter that much.
For me they told me tales untold,
Of love and care and grace that unfolds.

They'd protect me from the hurt,
They'd protect me from the dirt.
They'd love me to bits,
And pick me up from pieces.

I'd kiss daddy morning with my spittle,
I guess he minded just a little.
He'd lift me up in his arms so wide,
And throw me up in the sky so nice.

As a toddler,
I tugged them for long.
As I bloomed,
I ignored them for oh so long!

No more am I the little kid,
No more do I tug after him.
I miss those days so much,
I miss that gentle little touch so, so much!

Now when I feel so lost,
I seek a place where I feel I belong.
That's when memories of the past come along,
And take me to the closet that holds;

Oh! My daddy's black trousers so long and old!

Dedicated to my dad. Daddy, I love you! You mean the world to me. :')

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Paradise Lost

I met her on my first day at school.
She was lean and lovely with dark beautiful eyes.
‘Hi, What’s your name?’, I asked her,
‘Neha’ said she and asked me mine
‘Maria’, said I and passed her a smile.

That ‘Hi’ turned into something neat,

We became buddies oh so deep!
Then on a journey we took,
That went on till that fateful brook.

We ate, we danced, we clapped together,
It was as if we were clipped forever.
She read my heart, I read her eyes,
Together we took on this journey called life.

We thought we’d be friends till the end,

But fate played on its fiddle.
And we felt lost right in the middle,
We lost ourselves for something trivial!

What it was I don’t clearly remember,

But I know it was something small.
We gave up, too soon to say,
May be we really didn't care enough to stay.

Now we no longer eat, nor dance nor clap together,
It doesn’t feel like we were clipped forever.
She walks past me with piercing eyes,
I wonder what turned her into ice, cold ice!

And then I remember our good old days,
When all was fun and gay.
‘Where have the times gone?’ I say,
I wish she came back to play.

I see her play with the other girls,

And then something inside of me burns.
I wonder if she remembers me like I do?
I wonder if she misses me like I do?

My eyes moisten as I look back,

To the day we played with our haversack.
I wish the she’d turn around to see my cry,
And then pat my tears dry.

Never did I realize what she means to me,

Until that fateful day on the brook.
Where we fought till our faith shook,
It was that day she made me look like a rook.

She called me names,

And played games, nasty games.
I overlooked it all,
Forgiving her for her fall.

But she hurt me too much,

I knew I had to stop.
I told myself this has to stop,
Else it would cost me a lot!

She left me on that day,

And then never came back till date.
I miss her if I could say,
I’d be friends if she could care.

She won’t I know,

Coz she’s gone too far to come back home.
Had I said sorry that fateful day,
I’d still have Neha my best friend to stay.

(This poem is about how I once had a fight with my best friend and how I lost that friendship forever. Had I kept aside my ego, we would have been the best of friends even now. Who knows?  
I am sure all of us have 'Nehas' in our lives. All I wanna say is that don't give up on people and relationships that matter. It's sad to see people work harder on their two minute noodles than stuff that really matter. Don't let that be you! Let go of the ego. Don't let go of the friend! )

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