Fear to write

To write I fear today
To write my pen does fail
For all words that did mean
All that I ever feel
No longer does make sense
Or do they?
Well to write I do not fear
What I fear is if I shall
Dream the dreams again
The dreams my words did speak
The dreams that did fade
With all my words
So do I fear to write?
Do I fear to dream again?
Or do I fear to accept that
I have not stopped dreaming
In the first place

Perfect Imperfections

Imperfect is perfect

'Do not call me beautiful. I'm not a piece of an art exhibition!'

'What is the biggest  problem of today?', now this was something that caught my attention for various reasons; the first being it happened to appear on commercial channels. So now this got me thinking, did they run out of videos with half clothed women or did the satellites suddenly get an exchange of souls? Let me not prolong it like a lecture into the lunch break. Well, as the perfect-sized fair-complexioned actor contemplated on that question, the voice behind cancels other options on the list like pollution and things of the like, and come to a conclusion that the biggest problem faced by people today was a pimple. Now this ad went into my brain's trash folder along with those ads of the like...for instance, a table salt that helped a girl get into Civil Services!
    However, the next day at college made me retrieve this file because it actually struck me how much every person I met was in a mad fight to gain that perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect clothes, perfect abs and that perfect beard style (well men and women are equally guilty of this over-obsession with perfection). Well there definitely are a percentage of people who are against this flow and they probably form the modern concept of social out-caste!
   So what is so terribly wrong with imperfection? Isn't imperfect perfect?  Isn't imperfect as natural as can be?
    So you want to be the girl on the magazine cover? Or the stud who with his perfect abs who has girls all over him?  Well isn't it time we realize and teach ourselves and the upcoming generation that being themselves is perfection and not what the men and women on the screen, on the FMCG ads , the magazines' cover pages! Every minute, every second, each of us are made to feel we aren't perfect and hence we probably wouldn't get that promotion or the dream girl or guy. Do we know we have a huge industry letting us lower our self esteem day-by-day to the point that we are in a mad rush to get all what the ads and the magazines and screen artists teach us is wrong with our bodies. So what if I don't have that perfect smile? Do I need a smile treatment to get that unnatural smile to get another person into my friends group? Is that better smile going to help me unless I'm in the glamour industry? But no I got to get that perfection that he or she has just because that person is successful or popular because of that? I am not answering those questions today. Well this is not an answer script, so get the answers yourself.
    How much more peaceful can one's body be once one gets rid of the craze for perfections that is artificial and unhealthy. For those who claim it's part of being healthy there's a huge difference. If I frantically starve or work out just to get that perfect zero size that's the insanity I am talking about. If I work out to keep myself healthy that doesn't fit into what I'm talking about. So where is the line? The line lies exactly there when 'I' am so unhappy with how 'I' look that it takes a toll on my 'positivity' and productivity and more importantly self-esteem.  The zone lies when 'I' have the urge to edit 'my' picture to look like 'I' have a fairer complexion than the person standing next to me. That hairline is where 'I' feel the need to hide 'my' stretch marks from delivery in front of 'my' child's friend's hardcore yoga-freak mom. The need is when 'I' need to use fairness creams (courtesy: the Indian families wanting the fair complexioned daughter-in-law) or opt for the tan treatment( to have the perfect beach model skin tone). The fight for perfection begins when 'I' feel the need to have those perfect abs to impress any girl like that man on the ramp, be it at the cost of my health to have the not-so-recommended powders. If each one of us read the above part in first person, we would know how low we have placed ourselves when it comes to looks.
    Let us start looking at what's truly beautiful. Know you are beautiful in all aspects because the one who designed us never used a common mould. He indeed wanted a different one for each. Each of us is a designer piece. Believe in your capabilities. Let no one pull you down from your status of BEAUTIFUL. When someone told me once that I looked beautiful that particular day, I said, "Yes, I know and I am always. I let no one let my self confidence down on that!".
Are we right in believing perfect is beautiful? The glow and beauty upon Mother Teresa's face I fail to see in the botox treated anti-aging cream covered faces of many. Well the father of our nation never had perfect abs but isn't he amazing?
     When we perceive that a person gets beautiful by the day that's beautiful indeed.
     I repeat IMPERFECT IS PERFECT; that's the perfection in which we were created unless you want to question His Designer skills on the small nose or big lips or dark skin. End the war for perfection with yourself.

This is Rain to me

Like the dreams that fairies bring to my eyes 
Like the smiles the new borns put on my lips
Like the blush my love draws  upon my cheeks
Like the glow of the moon when all world sleeps
Like the dew kissing the blooming bud
Like the flower buds blossom with no one around
All these and more are what does come
From the heavens as a gift so  loving
That which shall not fade in beauty
Growing beautiful each time sent down
Such is the beauty of the rains!!!

Breaths of love!!!

No soul did hear me breathe for you
No heart did feel the painful breaths of love
In every beat of my heart a drop of blood
Did lose it's way in search of you, my love
Soldiers of love from my heart
When in my eyes they did march to spy
No smiles at me...no fire in your eyes they did see
In every breath they did send out
A piece of my love ..in every word I spoke
In every bit of voice from mine cords Were hidden my intense words of love
Under the garb of a daily talk they did shyly hide
My words of love...my words of you! All those ears that did hear me do know
My breath was full of you...my love for you
Never did the soldiers brave the shy blush
Nor the madness in my emotions did they bypass
To tell you that every breath of mine Has been telling stories of my love for you
Forever can I breathe in your love And still have all the life left in me Love me not! Feel not the pains of love In every heart beat...
Just feel the vibes of love my soul does give
Just listen to your name in my breath
When this love shall end..this breath shall too
So will the life in me!!!
That's you my love!

A message not read ...

I made the winds chant your name With breaths of mine , full of your name
The thunder of the world around you Did mute them to your ears

From the smiles of the rainbows
I did learn to smile, a smile for you That gift of blush you did fail to see The silent giggle you heard not

In poetic verse that my hands did write
Forever was hidden your name
The words of love you did read aloud
Did not see yourself in those words

In every look at you, I did speak Every meeting moment of our eyes
A billion messages I did leave
In mine eyes, for you to read

In the hurried race of emotions Yours did win over mine
I stepped back to know
Your eyes missed me never

From the distant horizon I do see
A shadow on the path ahead
The paths that led to me
A shadow walking up to me

Familiar the heartbeat of the soul That today is walking to me
I do see the heart of the soul
That is You I see ....

Forget the paths that lead to me
Our paths may not meet
If Providence shall decide
We shall on the same path be

Blush

Every word I wish to tell
hides behind a veil of blush
When the words stronger shall be
That they may through my eyes
be read and understood well
I know not....
The sooner I wish it did
The lesser my words spoke
That my mind did command ...

challenges...

No dark alleys were they
The paths I have taken
No darkness lit my way
Bright daylight shines
Upon my road ahead
No man around
That I could talk to
No place to rest
No! I am not tired
Yet a restlessness I feel
Well, a map provided
My destination known
Still my heart pounds
With doubts unknown
I look ahead, a short run
Or maybe a long stroll
I know not…
The horizon ahead
Welcomes me
All good , no hurdles
No rains that drench me
No sun scorching my skin
Pebbles don’t dare disturb me
Thorns move away
When my foot steps heard
Breezes change paths
Storms forget their way
Yes, an undisturbed stroll
Well then what is left
That I may walk for
-the destination?
Yes!!!!!!!
Should be a joy ride
Yet my soul yearns
For something…
What’s a victory without
Kicking away pebbles
That come your way
What peace may come
Without jumping hurdles
What joy of target reached
With not a chance
Of saving your feet
From pricking thorns…
True,what a journey
With none to stop
A progressive move
I yearn for a challenge today