Life is…

As I was walking down the path that lead me to a friend’s house, I was contemplating over something that has been bugging me for days. Life! Yes, that is what has been pestering me for long now. What exactly is life? Before I could begin cogitating over it, a sudden movement caught my attention and my eyes drifted to that direction. There was a little girl around 6 years, wearing a cute sundress with two pigtails, blushing and shying away from a guy who was wearing a regular jeans and T-shirt, hands in his pocket, and was smiling at her adoringly. They looked cute. As I looked around, I found many kids yelling and playing, laughing and squealing, just enjoying life with each other. They were all happy, with living in the present; unaware of their future, of what would come, of the things they’d have to face, incognizant of how this happy bubble of theirs could burst any minute; they were all oblivious to life and what it brings.

Yes, I’d say, more than beautiful, life is challenging. We meet people, we lose some; we perpetrate mistakes, rectify them later; we hurt and betray people even if unintentionally, and are scathed and deceived in return, even intentionally; we neglect the apparently evident things which are in front of eyes, and run behind those which look good from the distance, totally forgetting the proverb ‘All that glitters, is not gold’; and finally, the most eminent, we feel. Emotions are a primal part of life. We feel happy, and we feel sad, we feel angry and we feel crazy; we feel lonely, and we feel hurt; but above all, we feel love. Love! Just one word which is the key to conquer the whole world. No, I’m not implying that its enough to make it through everything; I’m just saying that its crucial to give us strength to keep trying without losing hope. It isn’t for just lovers, but for everyone. Coz love is pure. Trust is the key to any relationship, but love is the essence of it. It all starts with trust, but it all stays with love. Yet, the gullible, addlepated, egocentric and obstinate we, make mistakes and then try to amend it, while dealing with the consequences. Either we learn from it, and try not to reiterate, or just continue without acquiring from it. And that is life, I guess.

Life is all about committing mistakes and learning from them. Its about trying and making through it. Coz life is unplanned and unpredictable. It is that unwitting journey, where you start as a baby, having no real destination. You only learn while going through it, and you keep learning till the end. Along the way, people come and go, some helping you to find your goal, some helping you reach there; many creating barriers, while some teaching you to overcome them. Life is that challenge which people are afraid to face, but its the authenticated ‘do or die’. Either you live or you don’t. Either you constantly keep yourself together and try to survive, or you just succumb to it and give up. Life is that undeniable truth, which forms the foundation of this mortality. So, cherish it, face it, keep it, take it, give it, care for it, love it and live it. Coz that is incisively the rationale of our existence and the apotheosis of life. With this understanding, it was time for me to occlude my cerebration, for I had arrived at my address.
©passionbookworm

She Persists Growing

People leave
Blame she
Heart grieves
Can’t flee

Raw wounds
Incoherent mind
Happiness pruned
Melancholy unwind

Misty eyes
Fagged soul
Emptiness resides
Tears roll

Fears increase
Body exists
Nowhere peace
Chaos persists

Scattered emotions
Fragile heart
Poignant notions
Falling apart

Yet she arise
Moving on
From her demise
To a new dawn

Hiding behind walls
Display of timidity
To avoid brawls
Seeking positivity

Wefting broken pieces
Heaving herself up
Straightening the creases
And redevelop

Trying to persevere
They aren’t worth
Her principles, adhere
Retrieving her mirth

Endeavoring to win
Fighting alone
But, robust within
A girl grown
(into a woman)
©passionbookworm

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Imagine

Imagine us being the main characters
Of my favourite novel
Or your favorite anime?
Like you were the Ambrose
To my Lillian
Or I was the Mitsuha
To your Taki.
Or how it would be
If I were the Rapunzel
To your Flynn
Or you were the
Prince charming
To my Ella.
Or maybe if we were the
Leslie and Jess
Of Bridge to Terabithia
Creating the magical world
And fascinated by every being.
Or maybe I could be
the Liana Moore
To your Ashton Parker
And we could together
Find the right definition
Of what love is
And what it isn’t.
How amazing would it be
If we were the
The Shizuka and Nobita
Going around the world
And fulfilling all our wishes
With the help of Doraemon?
Just imagine
How everything would be
When you’ll be the
William Ferguson,
The Duke of Rothwell
And I’ll be the
Lady Madeleine
Making our own ways
To the happily ever after.
How beautiful it would be
To live in a different world
As two people
Living those infamous love stories
Of all the time
Only, in our own way.
Or maybe we could just
Go invisible and witness
All their love
And secretly help them
Face the obstacles
And meet each other
A little earlier.
And then we would be
Writing different stories
Something of us
Something of them
Combined together
And creating a new one
Not altering the original
But just another version
Of those splendiferous moments,
Making love in different ways.
How would it be?
©passionbookworm

The Coffee Shop

The bell dinged as I entered the sweet little heaven. The bittersweet smell of coffee and sugary sweetness lingering around touched my nostrils. Ah! This was heavenly, exquisite. I don’t know why but this smell of coffee beans and saccharine delicacies always had a soothing effect on me. I looked around to find a seat where I could get a bit privacy too and found one at the back corner beside the window. Perfect! I gave my order of an Oreo Frappuccino and sat down at the seat.

Again I looked around, this time to observe the few people here. There was a middle aged man, his head stuck behind a newspaper, a young woman probably around 30 with a 5 year old daughter, the girl happily nibbling on the cookies and the woman just smiling at her adorableness. There was a young couple sitting at a corner, just lost in themselves. I guess they were on a date, love shining in the eyes and rosy blush on cheeks were obvious. A girl around my age, gobbling up as if she hasn’t been fed for ages; but the dark circles around her eyes and the dried tear marks on her face told a different story. There was a guy around 14, typing away furiously on the phone, a bubbling smile on the face. Hmm, someone’s got a crush. There was an old couple, the woman talking animatedly and the man gazing at her fondly. It was heart-warming to see love even after all these years. There was a young guy too, glaring at everyone and everything, though by the dark circles, unsettled eyes and dried blood on his knuckles, I could say he was having a hard time.

And lastly, there was me, a girl just lost in her own thoughts, drinking her Oreo Frappuccino. It felt home. So many people, some happy, some depressed, going through so many things, coming here to either celebrate or just to forget their problems, even if temporary and drown in the bitter and sweet goodies offered here. These classy walls of the shop had seen so much, felt so much. The different life stories people brought with them must have been fascinating. These walls had seen them all, people celebrating their love, spending time with friends or family, or coming to forget their sorrows, businessmen conducting meetings or just bringing their secretaries on dates, couples kissing or just holding hands or maybe leaving each other. New love stories must have been created here and people must have broken up here.

This coffee shop had so many intriguing and entrancing tales to tell. If these walls, or maybe the tables, the wallpapers or even the crockeries could speak, they could have narrated endless tales of people from their experiences.

I abruptly noticed that my drink was long gone. It was time to go. Finally, I knew why people felt home here. Coz the shop saw everything, provided comfort and warmth to everyone, but never revealed their stories. Be it their unfortunate pasts, miseries, regrets or just love, celebration, success; it was all confined within these walls.

I looked around once again and with a contended smile, went out. The fresh air devoid of the bittersweet aroma felt empty. The bell dinging was the last thing I heard.
©passionbookworm

Writer’s Thought

And while sitting on the window sill alone
The midnight sky looking haunted,
without innumerable stars twinkling,
Or the perfectly blotted moon glowing.
My pen in between my fingers
with its cap open
And papers on my lap,
waiting to be scribbled
Dim light from my night lamp
across my bed,
I was pondering over things.
Emotions and thoughts
dancing around in my nous,
From anything to everything
and from everything to nothing.
There were so many things
I wanted to write about,
But then I didn’t wanna
say them aloud.
Things I wanted to share
with the world,
But then I didn’t wanna
make it known.
Things I was dying to
let go of by writing,
But then I didn’t wanna
relive it.
I realized how hard
and painful it is
To be a writer
Where you can’t decide
the theme to write about,
without reliving the
past experiences,
And then the writer in me
decides my fate
By writing my story,
Me having to relive it
But not making it known as mine.
©passionbookworm

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