Jab hum chote bache the ..

Yes, there was such a time ..

23

As he looked out of the window,
he saw light..
It was to his heart,
a pleasant sight ..
The gloom surrenders
To a future bright ..
He saw hope and strength ..
No struggle no plight ..

Was it the truth,
Or a bright seduction ..
He wondered if,
It was just the reflection ..

His hand raised to let it free
To face what was of him to be.
And that is how it feels to me,
As I turn 23 .. !

22

As I countdown to what would be my end in some hours, the sky is lit with innumerable glowing stars, each a different shade of white, each with a sparkle of its own.
I would have loved to have been able to say that, but I am not. Yes, the breeze held a characteristic flow, though it was a salute to indifference, self-proclaimed mediocrity and bliss of the unknown.
I was never meant to be special. I began on a dull note. A holiday. Half-asleep, morbid. A year less a day back .. So, I brought no promise to begin with, and none I held. There were no expectations, no pressures, no aims, no accomplishment and yet, as I end today there is a growing sense of satisfaction.
He always held that
“If you keep your expectations low,
the sense of being will be high.
The journey might be disillusioned,
In the end, you will breathe, not sigh.“
I was victim of this ode to under-achievement. And when I look behind, I can see the sweat on the brow. I can see the rat race and the desperation to stay out against the pull. Satiation of the self is what drives ambition, and a half-hearted throw at the target is unpardonable. It was being out of the race, I longed for, and even that was half-hearted. For better or worse, I can’t say.

I am the 22nd year of Rohit’s life and I bid goodbye .. Dasvidaniya.

Random Rhymes

–
She asked me ..
are people born as a poet .. and I said ..
A poet I was not born, But a poet I’ll be dead

–
Lets stay clear of paths untrodden
for say I may,
what wasn’t meant to be ..
let the names be the names ..
I am happy with he and she ..

–
To by-heart means,
you ll know the lines and forget the person ..
like the light that we keep .. but not the sun

–
Do you know what I lack my friend ?
What I know will be the end ..

I confide it only to thee,
Of what has always plagued me ..

Of what I thought I will earn,
And a life spent, still I yearn..

Someone I can love is it ..
And love only in spirit !

And high the glass of venom he held,
As Rohit smiles, poison swelled ..