Paper Planes

How life changes rapidly... From dawn to dusk, From radiance to dark, From land to horizon, From smile to laugh, From forests to sand, From oceans to land, From thoughts to terms, From emotions to expressions, From life to death, From breath to breath, Have you realized how rapidly life changes?... From month to years, From years to decades, From adolescence to youth, From teenage to adulthood, From adulthood to old age, And from there to grave, We lose all the precious years... In cribbing and crying, In fulfilling and gratifying, In worrying and weeping, We forget to enjoy and cherish, This beautiful thing called life, Which is given to us only once, Once in a life time… Why to waste it over immaterial tensions? Why to waste it over insignificant reasons? Learn to cherish this beautiful reward, Which has been granted to us by lord...

Helllooo!!! And guess whos back? I was definitely not busy this time... Naaaaa, I wasn't... Just that I thought to take a break deliberately! Break from everything on earth. Off course, this "everything" doesn't include office as that's something which is beyond "everything"... Anyways, I was in a different phase: a phase when you wish to be alone, when you feel like taking a break from the whole wide world, when you feel like discovering your inner self all over again, you feel like exploring your soul and your mind to the extent that had never been done before, when you mentally get hibernated and you just get shifted to your own little secret place, a place where nobody else has a permission to enter! But yes, there are few lucky ones with whom you still want to talk, you want to share your stuff and thoughts, even in this phase:) Yes, so I was in that phase from last few days and so, I just did not feel like writing anything... Its not that ...

I look at the sun, the poor sun sitting at one place, And wonder how monotonous it would be for him... To do the same job everyday, And that too in exactly the same way... He rises at the same time from east, Travel from the same path towards west to set... Poor guy can’t even change his directions, Or at least the path for a change... What does he do sitting there for the whole day?, Smile, laugh, cry or yawn: nobody can say... He is alone and has nobody to talk to, At least moon has stars to share his thoughts... He has beautiful cold nights to enjoy, Clouds to drape and stars to share the joy... Poor sun has nothing but to sit idle, And stare at other planets... Moon even have the option of taking leaves, Poor sun has no such thing to retrieve... I wish I could give company to him, And get his monotony trimmed... I wish I could make him smile, Which could help him to travel miles...

Today morning, I saw an ad of dulux where Farhan Akhtar is seen saying few very intense and enchanting dialogues about success, passion, imaginations etc... Anyways, immediately after seeing that ad, I asked my husband: What do you think success is? and he gave such an amazing answer. He said "Success is getting what you want." So true! Then I looked for the dictionary meaning of success. There were 2: 1. The accomplishment of an aim or purpose and 2. gaining wealth and status. I was upset!!! Why do everyone always link the word success to words like "Aim", "purpose", "wealth" and "status". So, people who don't have anything from this list but are still happy cannot be considered as successful??? I asked the same question about "What success is" to myself. And my mind immediately responded "when one feels happy and contented is when one is successful" and I was happy from my definition! and BTW, I truly believ...

This is based on a totally crazy thought of mine! Sharing with you guys: I think of the day, the day, the day, When I will have wrinkles all over my face… When my hair will grow completely white, When my thoughts will be free to fly like a kite… When I will become a little whimsical, When I will be free from the prison of ambitions… When I will just have nothing to take care of and no worries, When I will have time to cherish all my childhood memories… When I will probably wear a spec with thick lenses, When I will become friends with pain in back and knees… When I will have ample time to fulfill all my hobbies, When I will love to hear the word called Granny… When I will go to the Garden with my old fellow friends, When I will love to sit under the tree and gossip with them… When my children will start guiding me for everything under the sun, When I will boast about my experiences to my grandchildren… When I will start calling my husband ...

They say they love the rain, For me, it’s just a pain… That too the pouring without season, To abhor rain, it gives me a bigger reason… But there were days when I used to badly wait for monsoons, My small fingers in wait to touch the droplets and globules… Days when I had time to sit and enjoy its beauty, When I used to wait to get drenched in its purity… Where had those beautiful days gone? Why don’t I wait to get drenched anymore? I want to know about my sudden hatred towards rain, Is it because it forces me to be confined in my home? Or because of the darkness of these clouds, Pouring like crazy and thundering so loud… I feel they are here to take some revenge, But what is it that they are so desperate to avenge… Or is it the sky crying so hard, Shedding its tears and roaring so hard… I just want my beautiful sun back, That brings a smile in my day’s rack… Am I thinking too pessimistic about the rain? Why am I only imagining tears, reven...

Like the lips dying to smile, Like the dreams ready to go miles... Like a kid in a hurry to grow tall, Like the dried leaves ready to fall... Like the clouds ready to pour the rain, Like a heart ready to get relieved from the pain... Like a bulb ready to brighten a room, Like a flower ready to bloom... I am waiting for someone, Someone to break me free... Like a river dying to collapse into the endless ocean, Like the sun waiting to sleep by the arrival of moon... Like a bug waiting for a bud to blossom, Like a moth attracted to the burning flame... Like the exquisite beauty of the sky at the sunset, Like the dawn ready to overtake the dying night... Like the tears ready to escape from the eyes, Like the emotions ready to break all the ties... I am waiting for someone, Someone to break me free... Free from this earthly affair, Free from this world’s fair...