Monday, March 7, 2011

Its just the pure joy when you hear about a new born baby
Its just the awe the toddler has for the far away moon
Its just the anticipation the kid has for the unknown angel heard in the bed time stories
Its just the elation when you achieve something you know you deserved
Its just the sense of perfect world when you sit near the window seat bus with a lovely music
Its just the adrenaline rush of driving your bike in a wintry evening in a bumpy road
Its just the feeling of warmth when you sip the tea in a rainy day

It’s the feeling of being blessed when a stranger does something for you
It’s a feeling when someone you least expect call you for no specific reason

It’s a feeling when you bring smile on someone’s face unintentionally
It’s the feeling when a kid’s face eagerly look upon you with a bright smile

It’s the indescribable heavenly feeling when you stand lost before the divine power in an age old temple
It’s the sense of gratitude when someone wishes you good luck from his heart
It’s the sense of being worthy when someone face brightens on seeing you
It’s the tear in your eye when an elderly holds your hand and searches for his loved one’s traces in your face
It’s the overwhelming joy when a child suddenly hugs you from the back

It’s the feeling of satisfaction when people you respect look at you with awe and pride
It’s the feeling of awe when you see people doing their work with passion
It’s a 'all is well' feeling when you chillax with your loved ones with harmless gossips
It’s the thrill of discovery when you understand something new
It’s the feeling of being useful when you see the relieved face of your dear ones after they share their problems with you

It’s the great feeling of being understood when someone sees what is going on behind the happy face and cares to ask about it
It’s the feeling of sweet nostalgy when you hold the age old cards and letters from your loved ones
It’s the lucky feeling when you find your long forgotten pen while cleaning your room
It’s the dazing amazement when you realize you have been staying awake the whole night mesmerized by a book
It’s the assurance of being cared when your mom touches your forehead with tension when you are dull
It’s the pleasure of being a princess when your father roams the whole area just to get your favourite snack
It’s the majesty of a queen when you stand in waves with the mighty ocean caressing your feet

It’s the feeling of thankfulness to unknown faces who have penned down those beautiful books for you to enjoy
It’s the feeling of inquisitiveness after having an intellectual discussion
It’s the feeling of bliss when you fall into bed after a tiring and fruitful day
It’s the feeling of respect and gratitude when someone dares to tell you are in the wrong path
It’s the feeling of relief when you wake up from a terrible dream and realize its just a dream
It’s the feeling of soothing when you sit amidst the books in library
It’s the feeling of being remembered when people think you might like something and share with you

None of the language is capable of expressing all these bliss in a single word
So pray to thy lord not to attempt to trace the reason and understand why
So pray to thy lord not to attempt to justify and rationalize
So pray to thy lord not to attempt to label these beautiful feelings in a single word
For what use are words when the only wish is just to cherish and not to nourish?

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Caged into the iron case
With few buttons fooling you to think its only you who choose your course
With an alarm bell fooling you to think somebody is out there always waiting to help you
With a few trying to understand what really move things up and down
With a many doesnt giving a damn to think about it
Arent we just men in the lift?

With a few averting any gazes
With a few pounding with friendly smiles
With a few attempting in vain to look busy
With all wanting to get out of the place as smoothly as possible
But at times wondering about the gestures both reciprocated and ignored
Arent we just men in the lift?

Sharing most of the space with people we dint choose
Many a times not having an idea when they walked in and never knowing when they will walk out
And worse still, a few taking away a part of you when they walk out...
Arent we just men in the lift?

At times one side with a glass offering a view...
For many it is a view showing how far you are from your destination
For a few it is a view showing how far you have distanced yourself from things you love in pursuit of that destination
But with a change of course not being easy continuing the journey with a longing look at the things you hold dear
Arent we just men in lift?

Looking with awe at things speeding in front of your eyes
Frustrated with the notion of having a control but not a true control
Glad at company but frightened of the transitivity
Greatful for the comfort but doubtful at the reliability
Waiting despeartely to come out only to desperately get back into it
Arent we just men in the lift?