I Wait in Hope

Its twilight
and I can’t see
the greying sea.
But only a glow
that is soon to die
fading fast away
in the darkening sky.

I watch the dark creep
silently o’er the land
steal the sparkle of the sea
and the warmth of the sand.

But I wait in hope
I have no fear
I know, God’s little lamps
will soon appear.

OMG! Who Is That WANNABE!!!

“Wannabe” is one word that I love to ponder upon. Sometimes I wonder whether I am one of those myself! Well it’s not surprising if I am one . After all everyone is a “Wannabe” at some point in their lives. I just looked up a regular Oxford Dictionary (the Indian version). Wasn’t quite expecting to find the word in there but luckily I did. And this is the result I get…

Wannabe n. slang 1 avid fan who tries to emulate the person he or she admires. 2 anybody who would like to be someone else.
[corruption of want to be]

Well the first meaning doesn’t sound that bad does it? After all we all have had role models in our lives or maybe still have one and could kill to be like them. There was a time I aspired to be Nadia Comeneci myself! But then time and tide sometimes change the face of life to such an extent that dreams are just washed away with waves. Well that’s a totally different botheration altogether. But what my Oxford dictionary just made me realize is that being a wannabe isn’t all that bad.

However the second meaning somehow leaves me hanging in a strange wave again. A person trying to be someone else definitely needs help. ‘Coz that is a completely distant feat. Wants have been a cause of all undesired quandary for all mankind. I guess I need to curb my wants myself at times. But I never felt guilty for wanting too much. Might sound a bit too conceited but its true. However being a totally different person from who I really am is something I never wanted. And there comes the million dollar question, “Do I know who I am?”. Hmmmm… I am not sure how to answer that question and if I am not aware of who I am then how do I know what do I want.

The previous paragraph just left me into splits of laughter! Hence I just answered my own question. I “AM” a wannabe. And hereby it seems like every single person is a wannabe who doesn’t know who he/she is or what he/she wants. Well that almost defines more than half the population existing on the face of this earth. Therefore I’ll have to think twice before I pronounce someone as a “Wannabe” from now on because now I know I am one too. And I don’t think anyone should feel ashamed accepting this fact that we all are wanting to be someone else in the process of finally realizing who we actually are. This might have not been the best article written by me, but this is the truth and hereby I rest my case.

In The Fold Of My Arms

The day I had you in my arms,
when I saw you for the first time my dear.
Your tiny fingers and delicate toes...
that dreamy smile
so angelic you did appear.

I felt like cuddling you so tight
But was so nervous
‘Coz never had I held a newborn
In these hands so careless

I felt you breathe
That left me enthralled.
I ran my fingers o’er that small face
Felt your skin so soft
You were my ultimate reward.

When you open your tiny black beads
I was left baffled by the beauty so pure
bringing tears of joy
and my heart you allure.
While you tried to grab my chin
with those tiny hands of yours.

Was it a smile I saw…
Revealing the toothless mouth of yours.
You seem to recognize me
Promising a relationship
That was to grow by each passing day for sure.

The Haze Has Cleared

I see no pain nomore,

after all those tears shed

by these tired eyes.

My heart is blue with remorse,

my soul has frozen to ice.

U might think that i pray for reunion,

you might think that i'll wait

for your beck and call.

You might think

that this heart is bleeding.

But the truth is....

I dont love you anymore!

The sleepless nights
have made me strong.
The loneliness has made me think.
Your memories came out as songs.
I remember the pain you made me drink.

So i tell you
Dont expect me to come back
Dont expect me to cry
Dont ever wish to see me again
'Coz you were the one who bid goodbye!

I'll Grow Up

Its not too late

I'm learning from my fall

I'll be allright!

Trust me ... i shall.
I'll grow up one day,

I'm trying hard as ever.

Committed a mistake once,

after that never.

My wounds are healing,

'Coz im teaching myself.

The world beckons me to show

what i have to tell.
I'll grow up one day

I'm trying hard as ever

Committed a mistake once

after that never.
The seasons make me shiver

and wince in heat and pain.

But that wont affect me

not anymore, no not again
The rosy glasses are off my eyes,

I see much more in detail.

Ill find myself one day,

coz now... I'm lost in the sea where i sail.

But again i say,

I'll grow up one day,

I'm trying hard as ever.

Committed a mistake once,

after that never.