Makhtub, living life as it comes

Moving cities and writing a story are very gut wrenching experiences. Ask anyone who is not young anymore!!!. Not to say that the nameless one was old, but the nameless one was not that young either. It was way past the ideal time to move from the comfort of home and the home city that loved and cared (still does) like a mother cradling its baby gorilla.  The nameless one packed away the bags and went about the way the road too along. Drama was a high fetched one, but it was there on the day home was left behind.. That is a different story now.. Moving back, the cities are just cities. Yet, one was home. Any positives and negatives were just a farfetched thought against home. Cricketing loyalties and companies were all due for only one city—Home. Then again the mind realised the value of families, friends and universality of human nature.. Indian nature to be more precise..  The journey began with the populist festival of Ganesha Chaturthi. The nameless one had...

A thought forsaken, Bent on living and smiling, Changes and thoughts living around, Draws but thoughts and parallels, Everyone and everything remains but constant, Forward does the mind think, lest remain stagnant, Grow and grow does the heart does Halting it is all but improbable I, me, myself are all that the mind concern about Just remains the emotion in constant Known are the I, yet unknown are universal love.. Love is not but limited Many are the thoughts that are heard and left out New and novel are all that one thinks off Of all that is old, a certain love remains Permeating souls, both living and eternal Questioning them are but a fools errand Raise above the ordinary they do Some understand, many interpret, To all they treat the same Universal, and universal it remains, Very many let go than understand it Working up the hearts of humans X-ray...

Verses-flowing threw time, Time and  again do they flow, In round globes and in infinite minds, Flow verses that grow beyond time. Verses, spoken by toddlers -enchanting, Verses, spoken by adolescents - interesting, Verses, spoken by teenagers- conflicting, Verses, spoken by adults- only verses. Verses, define not the age of the speaker, Verses, define not the wisdom of the speaker, Verses, define not the vices of the speaker, Verses, define not the emotion of the speaker Verses, Verses and more verses, All that is conveyed in verses - SILENCE  

History, a disease of remembrance, For one sweet memory, A hundred sour ones surface, History a disease of remembrance, For one person met, A hundred are forgotten, History a disease of remembrance, For one nation leads and follows Yet everyone leads, History a disease of remembrance, Cultures and vultures, Thrive and die, Are reborn and rebuilt, For History is a disease of remembrance Unfailingly repeating its course in human hands, Nature and time march on, Indifferent of memories or civilisations, History a disease of remembrance Leads on and yet is forgotten.. For History is a disease of remembrance Yet, this too shall pass

If i die, Bring me back for i have work left to do, If I die Bring me back for i have a life left to love If I die Brimg me back for i have debts to pay, If i die Bring me back for i have more than what meets the eye. Living each day as they are, Crying, cribbing and hoping, For tomorrow shall be better than today For yesterday was better than today. If i die, Bring me back for i want to live today and now, If i die, bring me back for I am a collective consciousness For spirits die and remain on in physical bodies, Day in amis and day out, Breathing yet dead, eating yet failing to digest life, Have no words to comfort Have no words to console All but hope and prayers For there today, gone tomorrow, All that remains are ashes to ashes dust to dust, Yet karma remains, for if I die, bring me back for I want to live before I die