Kanuism

Those days when I was usually lost in thought Forever smiling and happy with what I got Mom was my charm, my strength and she still is Dad told stories of courage that today I truly miss Not a single day I'd go without fighting with my brother His absence now kills and makes me helplessly bother Dolls and teddies were all that I wanted But suddenly all vanished and I was daunted! Daunted with new dreams, new aspirations Struggling to make a mark, seeking inspirations I went to college and learnt new stuff Trudging paths which were smooth and sometimes tough Slowly and steadily the leisure just vanished Me-time with random hobbies was totally banished Bed time stories were replaced by midnight calls Gardens and park visits found no place amidst the malls I grew up and I grew up too fast Future would bother and scary looked the past In this hasty living one day I did realize How I gave up on the real present to see unreal dreams materialize And then I simply vowed to never forget b...

Everything is life is nothing but a long wait. Look around each and every object waits to do something, reach somewhere or become someone. I find it very interesting to wait for the sun to rise or the earth to take a position where the sun-rays begin to kiss it slowly. The birds wait to pick the best worm however early or late they make it to their marketplace. The plants wait for some sun and water to help them sustain life. Almost the entire rhythm of nature dances to the tunes of the ‘right’ time Coming to us, the mortals wait for success, fortune, marriage, love and enlightenment in rare cases. Life resonates the sound of a clock ticking and all wait to live that moment of joy, fame, achievement or contentment that they have long desired. We are also taught by the epics and scriptures that nothing happens before the right time arrives. Be it life or death, we are too feeble to decide the course of our lives as the omnipotent entity called time rules everything While in ...

As he speaks, she skips a beat, She loves to travel, he lives to eat They are a small gang,maybe an army too, Miss each other but hate being called the 'perfect two' She lives in a palace of illusions,  He is too realistic to be ruled by emotions She dreams & strives to make it real, He brings her to the ground declaring her words are surreal It's more of a Tom &  Jerry  couple, Their goals are the same, but approaches are a trouble She initiates & he'll complete, In person their thoughts do meet She'll whistle & he'll innocently wink, That's best friends in love, don't you think?