Friendship is a Comforting Thing

A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

Why some people come into our lives

Is it random, planned, on a recommend

Or just another fashion for us to survive

I often ponder over that question

Brooding over why they do

As folks are tough to work with

Too complex, cryptic to construe

May be we all scare each other

Yet none of us ever live alone

We all need masses to go on

Friendship is a comforting thing

Secure blanket we can hide in

Lie in naked of all pretentions

Uncloaked and safe of all tensions

Cry, shout, laugh, be what we are

Shatter, scatter and split apart

They are potions to make us whole

Not some freak mechanic to control

For each day we sleep of strife

For everyday each of us revive

We are all crazies, we are all flawed

But, we all wing it, we all make do

I Don't Need To Be Inspired Any Longer

Hopes tends to fade away. Zeal and fervor with which I usually start something recedes with time. Every now and then I need a nudge, I need someone to tear down the illusion of assumed perfection and give me a coup d'oeil of the acrid reality. When this waning fervidness reaches a point beyond which there's no actual moving forward but an unavailing run in loops I need an instant dose of inspiration, a sugar-coated slap of embarrassment from people around which will be hard enough to push me back on race track and soft enough to not to hate them for slapping me.

But, there comes a time when I no longer need inspiration. It's always there with me. May be I'm inspired all the time. My head is deep buried in what I'm doing and I know exactly where I'm going.Like Anais Nin my dreams too are athletic in nature running way ahead of me, I need to catch up before they melt away. I don't wanna get pushed again and again, not now, and questioned and prodded like a nestling.

I guess I don't need to be inspired any longer, just supported ― Kurt Cobain, Journals

Don't say a word

not a whisper, not a silence

with little sounds

heavy citations you oft cites

do no good to me

not now, but once I needed them

so bad, they gave me something

I reckoned I never had

I am charged

excited enough to last long

in valence shell, I know the route

marked well on the map

why charge me further

once I called for it

not any longer

now I need you to tread with me

your unhurried assistance

side by side, till I cross this

stretched out sea

stand with me on that blue boat

of mine, stare with me

torrents of water and azure skies

Sometimes a mere assistance, a little support and an unconditional unhurried presence of people you love gives you enough competency to swim through any circumstances. May be you no longer require encouragement and much needed motivation but patronage is something you'll never get enough, specially of your loved ones :)  

Sheer Joy of Belongingness

Connections are amazing. They bring a touch of piquantness in our lives. We  have connections of varying nature, with so many people, places and things around us. Sitting in my room I look a little left and I see the wind chime hanging there, making mellisonant sounds, gliding along with the wind and I remember the day when I was hanging it there, with my friends and I couldn't stop myself from smiling and I kept smiling for a long time.. As you can't separate a breeze from a wind same way people and things are connected with you in some intricate ways and you can't part with them without losing a part of yourself.  

Joy is the best makeup- I read that somewhere. May be that's right because when I gaze in to those lovely-ugly faces of people I give a damn about I hardly see any blemishes. Their flaws never bother me, instead that's make them irritatingly more adorable or special ...all these lifeless objects that are lying around me sending a constant signal that you ain't dead and drained.. just keep up. Keep up with the pace with which world around is moving..

Randomness is grinning

and I smile back..

how it connects me

with all of you out there

I never asked for you

you never did that for me

still, here we are

soldering, sharing all the worries

and woes of this flyspeck life

I look back at the days passed by

and the things that are hanging around

jeans that I wear or shoes in which I crawl

sheets on my bed or color of my wall

people with whom I painted it all

these nibbles and shots of flashbacks

fun memoirs that are stored in my memory
and my bagpack

when I'm standing on the edge

or lying at the lowest of my ebb

they keep me from falling

drag me out of that clumsy web

boastful joy and the love showers

I have, I enjoy more

then more I crave

I think the best way to shove off all your worries is that remeber the Good Times and keep going on and on. People that really belong to you will always there to push you up and all you need to do is to extend your hands instead of holding it back.

The most important thing is to enjoy your life—to be happy—it's all that matters

― Audrey Hepburn

Curious Thing

We all have tendency to get accustomed to things happening around very easily. Routine, job, moods, environment and what not. Somehow we are able to cope with oddities of everyday life and get on. So many people come and go in our life, each one adding a layer of different color and size. There are few who become much closer as compared to others. They succeed in breaching the walls of the fortress of strong personality we project to the outside world. With them we are nothing but ourselves, vulnerable but happy. We share our world with them and somewhere deep down unknowingly expect that we are an important part of their world too. But, the curious thing is despite all this friendliness and comfort 

we never actually get accustomed to being less important to those people than they are to us.

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Hysteria was clogging up my mind

curious thing, I wasn't supposed

to be feeling like this

still, strands of my hair were flying 

like stale threads of a ripped jeans

I tried and remain calm, wasn't easy 

by all means..

stinging with my own agony 

I gave a second thought to 

what she just said, sighed 

I closed my ablated eyes , although 

she did what she thought was right 

but, why I'm not feeling alright ?

I waited for long 

hoped she'll ping me back 

say something and I'll respond

that never happened and

le problème, at last I said 

life's a never ending parade 

of same notions

I gotta buck up 

and shed such emotions 

no one's obliged to give me 

exact replica of  what I want 

people are  just amis amants 

Now I remember what Lupe Fiasco sings 

Alright, already, the show goes on

All night 'til the morning, we dream so long

Anybody ever wonder when they would see the sun go

Just remember when you come up, the show goes on

A Friend and A Real Friend

"The difference between a friend and a real friend is that you and the real friend come from the same territory, of the same place deep inside you, and that means you see the world in the same kind of way. You know each other even before you do."

 ~Laura Pritchett

Real friends... there's no way of defining them. These are those implicit relations that grows day after day. They form a very crucial part of your support system. They are the very pebbles &stones of your bedrock. You have each other's back every time you feel like having one. Many times you agree by dissenting. You never actually fight but, keep pretending. You share nearly everything but manage to have that small creased space which is vital..

Biggest blessing 

and a gift you are.
No gripes
I ask no more
you're that sand 

which came accidentally

on my shore.

We bonded 

took our time

then you stayed forever

we became partners

in everyday crimes
soon you were
an integral part

of my shell and core.

You change places

but, you ain't changing  shores

not anymore.

One another's balefulness

freaky felicitousness,

mental myopia

and farsightedness...

we agnize  each other's bone

its fractures, flaws

and burthen it can carry on.

Pint-sized life

that I've lived

not many, but I'm blest

with few, and it's fun

I swear to you.

To those few

I holler my thanks

you're the brightest speck

of sand, that rests

on my river bank

Shiniest of all

my dazzling stars **
In this era of global village there's no dearth of friends. But, when  a real friend enters in the equation the whole mechanism changes..

Do Not Be Angry

"Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards." ~Vladimir Nabokovar

I've been sampling 
this for days
on and off 
going on a stroll 
coursing the beach 
gingerly looking out
minding like the dickens 
every word and speech.

Tenacious efforts 
you put every time
you're bloody obdurate
so am I
don't try, hurts us both
block it off
before one of us chokes.
Oh, redundancy it creates
drooping me, day by day 
these games of charades. 

Antipathy maturing 
inside your head 
drop it dead
my friend
I' m what I am 
how can that change ?
Both of us 
naive to mutate
let's go on a walk together 
we'll tune our ways
in a way
that doesn't bother.

Fallen Angels

We all have few people in our lives who make our existence miserable in a very lovely way.. yeah I'm talking about Friends here :)

This complicated, twisted relationship is the most beautiful thing that can happen to a person. 

A token of love and gratitude for all my friends[Fallen Angels]

They squash you

almost every single day.

They make you mere

an object of mockery

in worst possible ways.

Yet, no one can displace

them from the domain

of your lives.

They are the ones 

who make you especial.

Bunch of idiots
whose untimely presence
can light up your
usually swinging moods.

They might not be 

always there 

when you want them to be.

But, you can count on 

having their backs

when you literally need.
Adroitly they can
detect the fakery
on your face.
Infinite power is hidden
in their handshakes
cuddles and embrace.

They'll kick your ass
right at the moment
when you truly deserve.
But they make sure too
kicking-butt right is
exclusively reserved.

Fallen demons angels they are 

landed on my shoulder
right from hell heaven
to make this mortal life
full of immortal memories !!

Do you have such people in your life ??

Can you imagine your life without them ?

Pretty Little Things

Half the joy of life is in little things taken on the run. 

Good or bad that's on the individual to decide but point is- it counts. These small things have the power to give immense pleasure as well as pain. 

 

Pretty little things

So many, you ignore. 

Few, you can never forget.

For some, you are not sure. 

Few, constantly pricks. 

Many others, just useless tricks. 

No matter how small they are. 

They have this bundle of power. 

Which can control you,

or can twist your mood. 

Some, you wanna retain. 

Others, you elude. 

The tiny gift your friend gave. 

For a sip of coffee, you crave. 

First prize, you won in school. 

Silly things you did, pretending to be cool. 

Sarcastic comment, your classmate made. 

Fun you had in college parade. 

A friend, who stopped talking to you. 

Next door pal, with whom you grew. 

Mistakes, for which your mother slapped.

Ohh, the height of enjoyment you had

in designing pranks and getting trapped. 

Flowers of the plant you planted before. 

That girl in your class, always outscored. 

Lovely, unusual sibling love you shared. 

Shine of your new bike, you proudly glared. 

Movies, outings and trips with your gang. 

Irritating others with your private slangs.

These small things.

They do count. 

Adds meaning n spice

in your lives n surrounds. 

Pretty little things 

they may be.

Made from people 

like you and me.

An elegantly blended.

potpourris, of sweet n sour 

moments n memories. 

PS: This post is dedicated to all my friends :)