Do you Stop Loving?

Long and dreary, the road stretches on.

A warm dusk it is, but the warmth in your heart is gone.

There's pain in your eyes, disbelief on your face,

That dream has escaped, you've lost the chase.

Dragging your feet, trudging along,

There's no end in sight, you're no more that strong.

The shadow of your past trails close behind,

The wounds are still fresh, they have been unkind.

Desperate with hope, it nudges you to answer,

Will the pain ever go? Does it ever get better?

You've tried to go back, you've spent hours crying,

Your love seems like a lie, but do you stop loving?

Troubled Bliss

Warm like a flame, with the blue chill of ice,

You get sucked into it anyways, no chance of a choice.

It's the perfect paradox, the refute of the sane,

The irony of living, the refuge of the insane.

Silence gets deafening, clamorous noises begin to soothe,

You see what doesn't exist, defying every truth.

The rumble of a rollercoaster ride, with the calm of the still seas,

You need sleep for that sweet dream, yet sleep is what will tease.

Waking up to the sunrise, that brand new day,

but sulking at each sunset, wanting to melt in each ray.

No pain more numbing, yet no emotion sweeter than this,

Love will drive those senses wild, to a state of troubled bliss!

Ever been in love?

If there is a feeling that can come close to the innocent exhilaration of running in the open with your arms free as a child, it is the feeling of being in love.

For the first time, for the millionth time, it doesn't matter, it's still the same.

The magic does surprisingly recur.

Maybe with a lesser intensity, maybe as ephemeral as a bubble, but it does happen!

Everything...

The butterflies in the stomach, that constant whirlpool inside of you, waiting to explode, the goose-flesh, those billion thoughts that steal every waking moment, that hopeless attempt to try not to smile, the magic is always there!

Its hard to ignore it, harder to escape from it and hardest to contain it, but you somehow do, for awhile atleast, until the madness takes over!

Till then all you can do, is ride the wave, enjoy the spurt while it lasts, till by a poor stroke of luck, dark reality hits you hard between the eyes...till the magic fades away!

Some things never heal

In a dream, so pristine and tranquil,

She lay unperturbed, unaware of the still.

Asleep to the world, awake to her dream,

The trance would soon break, soon she would scream.

The heartless world won't cease to cause harm,

Deaf to her cries, ignorant to her pain, but in themselves, Calm.

It's been too often now, it'd been too long,

She still crumbles easily, not even close to growing strong.

The blood flows thicker, tears don't see an end,

It's happened again, this heart will never mend.

Time makes her unwary now, soon she will sleep,

waiting to be re struck, in pain , back to her trance so deep.

The Sweetest Pain

In love again, yet so distraught,

The lie is out, I have been caught.

Its more than still waters, running ever so deep,

Dreams are real, I’ve lost the art of sleep.

Like a million echoes, struggling to come out,

This seems like ‘it’, not just a passing bout.

Hard to hide, harder to contain,

It aches deep within, but is yet the sweetest pain!

GOA-THE WEATHER, THE WAVES AND THE WARMTH

Rain lover, beach lover, insect lover, they’re all here,

Small roads, long rides, no traffic, no cacophony you’ll hear.

Old buildings soaked in time, with a story to narrate,

Of an era gone-by, of people who did stand and wait.

Narrow lanes, leading into the waters, pure riverbanks, virgin shores,

Calm waves, soft ripples, sand between your toes,

Enigmatic, yet quaint; so delightfully secure,

You can try as hard as you want, you can’t escape the lure.

Of sunrises you wouldn’t ever dream of,

Of the most glowing sunsets, leaving you in awe.

A malady when you arrive, a drug when you leave,

A cure for the broken heart, a soft touch when you grieve.

Goa’s all that, yet so much more,

Obvious yet oblivious, awake to the present, yet glowing in the look it once wore.

Growing on you, deceiving you all along,

Till you forget where you came from and begin to belong.

You know you're in love when?

1. You wear his favourite perfume while hoping its not the only reason, he'll want to come closer.

2.He's left town, but his number's still on speed dial and you keep calling hoping to hear his voice.

3.You cant seem to fall asleep without that magical Goodnight conversation even if it just lasts 15 seconds.

4.His favourite song plays in your head even when its dead quiet around.

5.It gives you a mild satisfaction, just to know that he breathes somewhere just the way you do.

6.You wake up before him, but wait for his voice to get you out of bed.

7.The smell of his cologne in the air, makes you frantically look around for him.

8.You cant help wonderin how cute he'd look in that shirt you saw on the mannequin.

9.When he ends up burning it instead of baking it, and you still think its the best thing you've eaten.

10.When you're with him, its so easy to smile even though its been twenty minutes since either of you spoke.

Why are we Sad?

Its because we're scared.

We're scared that good times are over for good.

We're scared of screwing up again.

We're scared of someone screwing us over again.

We're scared of trusting someone because we're so stuck in this illusory conviction that they're all the same.

We're scared to believe that there's an end to the tunnel, because we're too busy brooding over the dark interiors.

We're scared of breathing, because we're all going to die someday, why wait?

Thats what happens when we're sad. We resign ourselves to this all-pervasive conquering fear. The fear to simply and merely live.

The fear to move on. Thats why we're sad.

Does Life actually Go on?

The ANGST,

Of the lost touch of a loving father,

Of the tears she shed wishing it were all a bad dream,

Of the man she dreamt of, who would never be,

Of the heartbreak from a man, who almost was,

Of a heart too scared to love.

Will remain untold...

The MEMORIES,

Of the warmth in each dream,

Of the genuine effort to reform,

Of the blood trickling down free like water,

Of the consummate pain and bitterness,

Of the fear of self-destruction,

Will never Unfold.

Life goes on, mechanically,

For the millions who don't know her,

For the millions who never will,

For those who once loved her but left,

For those whom she loved and died within in wait,

For the man, she needed the most.

Life does go On.

Pearl Harbor

I don't know how the thought of writing about this never occurred to me. Despite the million times I've watched it, the zillion tears I've shed for it, the many more times that I've craved for a love like this.

Everything about this movie gives me goose-flesh. The plot, the music, the wonderful visuals, but most of all, the love-story. The entwined lives of Danny, Evelyn and Rafe. I couldn't perhaps ever believe in love like Rafe again because I grew to believe things like that don't exist. I don't know a soul today who could tell his love all in the midst of feeling betrayed and cheated, " When I was lying half-dead, I made a deal with God. If I could just see you one more time, I would never ask for anything again. And you know what I'll keep my word." Rafe's love is something that would remain in my memory as the perfect example of true love. Selfless, Giving, yet so content with just the feeling of loving someone so much.

Evelyn's love for Rafe, half the world away, is something else which is so beautiful. The amount of solace she finds in his letters. Images of her sitting by the sunset, while she writes to Rafe " Every night I watch the sunset and soak up the last ounce of heat from its long tired day and send it from my heart to yours." Such a patient kind of love. Distant, yet constantly bound by thoughts. Being alone, yet never truly in the sense of the word, because Rafe's love was constantly with her. Something I still look at and smile, admiring the love she bears for him.

Evelyn and Danny's love-story is reminiscent of two teenagers falling in love. Torn by grief with the news of Rafe's death, finding complete solitude in the pathos within each other's hearts. Willingly letting each other pick up the broken pieces of their lives, trying to put it all back together, but silently worrying that war doesn't crush their lives again. So much of togetherness, in common pain, so much of love in the pangs of loneliness.

And finally, as death did do apart Rafe and Evelyn, it did bring them back together. Danny's death while trying to save Rafe seems like fate wanting Rafe to be with the woman he loved and reason he lived, for the rest of his life. It seems ironic when Evelyn tells Rafe before he and Danny leave for war, " I'll never stop loving you, but I'm going to give my heart to Danny. But I also can never look at another sunset without thinking of you.", Because the last scene of the movie, shows Rafe and Evelyn walk into the sunset together, as two lovers, as a family, as two people in whose hearts Danny will live forever.

Pearl Harbor, the movie, for me, will remain this ode to love, though it may for many others, simply remain as a recreation of what made America join the war. Every piece of music by Hans Zimmer's soundtrack for the movie leaves me with the image of the warm sunset. Of the love these three characters bore for each other. Of the kind of love, I wish I ever get to experience someday. Simple, Innocent, True, COMPLETE!

Can Friends Make the Best Lovers?

If you can share a pizza with a friend and talk about your life does that mean you can share your life with the same person?

Friendship and Love according to me work on almost the same principles. Trust, comfort, togetherness. Then what makes love so special? I feel that love brings with itself a soulful connection that just takes friendship to another level. In most cases I feel that friends have proved to be the best lovers and companions but sometimes friendship gets mistaken for love and that’s where the whole problem arises.

Your friend knows you in and out. Knows what makes you smile, what makes you cry, is there for you when you do cry and knows how to calm you down. A friend can care for you in ways the whole world can’t even think of. That’s what makes him so special. But what if that’s as far as it goes? Is it fair of you to expect him to love you?

When two friends do hook up, one of the three things is bound to happen. It’ll either work out, or it won’t or it won’t work out but the friendship will remain.

Sometimes people get lucky and there is a mutual connection between the friends. That’s when things are bound to work out. When you share every fragment of your life with a person, there isn’t much else left to share with anyone else. And when that person reciprocates and loves you back with same intensity that’s when this relationship will definitely work out.

On the other hand, sometimes two people are better off being friends. When they do hook up with an attempt to take this friendship to another level when its absolutely not required then it won’t even take-off. The whole feeling of being with a friend who ‘loves’ you is great in the beginning. But most of the times you’re just taking a chance. Love is surely a gamble but why should the stakes be so high? With friendship comes honesty and with love comes intimacy. Your friend knows exactly how you feel about him or about another person romantically and if you are indeed playing the fool, he’d for sure realize. And if this relationship doesn’t work out then who do you have to blame? No one but yourself for losing a friend who genuinely did care for you. And that’s something that will haunt you forever.

Sometimes, you do get lucky and despite the goof-up the friend remains in your life and if you get luckier the friendship becomes a lot thicker. Picture this, you love a certain flavor of ice-cream, say chocolate. For kicks, you try out vanilla. Its plain, not least bit what you thought it would be and you realize you’re better off with chocolate. That’s what might happen if you hook up with a friend. Sometimes you realize that the person is better off in your life as a friend not as your lover. Here the friendship is so strong that it pulls the two of you together like a magnet and keeps the friendship alive. That’s the best possible scenario because frankly you lost nothing. You gave your emotions a chance and at the end of it you didn’t lose that friend.

There is a thin-line that separates love and friendship and it’s up to you to see that line or not. You can be blind to it and take the next step with your friend. Or you can be aware of the consequences of such a decision and make an informed choice. Incase you do choose to ask out a friend, ask yourself what’s more important, your inexplicable rush of emotions or your friend.

Who I was and Who I am..

Two smiles I wear in quiet denial,

Two lives I lead in silent oblivion.

Each blow of time lands me in fresh pain,

obvious to the world, yet to myself a mystery I remain.

Crushed embers burn my path, as I walk past the rubble of yesterday,

The sun shines on brighter, but time seems to have frozen today.

I've cried over my wounds, as I saw them bleed me dry,

A part of me drowned each time, at a moment that person did die.

The seeds of time sowed a new existence, a new life,

I live with the hope of a happier tomorrow, I will break free from the strife.

Each breath is calmer, this is a living, not a quest for survival,

This is what they are, the pain and the hope are these smiles of denial.

What's that pain in the heart called?

Ever felt like that?

That numbing..heart-wrenching feeling in the middle of your chest that sort of kills you with each breath you take?

Its cold. Its deathly. But its there. Inside of you. Calling out to you. Begging you to fix it. To do something to stop the pain. While you are too absorbed in the misery of living, drowned in tears oblivious to these calls from within.

Thats what it is. Thats exactly heartbreak. Heartache. Whatever you want to call it. Thats what it is.

It happens you know. In most cases, when you love someone way more than you love yourself. There goes that feeling of doing something for yourself because in true Bryan Adams style everything you do, you do it for him!

And yet, at times whatever you do, is not sufficient. It falls short. Your love falls that tad short of his expected standards from his prior experience(which you now wish you could wipe off the face of this earth with utmost brutality). And when you do feel ineligible to be loved back in return like you expect to, you squirm back into the realms of your self and let your feelings be thrown away like grains of sand as each wave of criticism wipes out their existence.

And then again, when that pain spurts off a new kind of feeling, of insecurity, of despair, of helplessness and you cringe and scream and retort with aggression, you turn out to be the bad one. He wouldn't ever understand that you can't suddenly forget the past and when it hits you right between the eyes, its bound to hurt. Forget him. For a fact, not a soul in this world can experience the helplessness and the anger all the same time that that foolish heart of yours feels.

Its a pity. Its a grave pity that the heart that wants to love is told to not to love. A heart that wants to give is accused of accusing. A heart that wants a future is told to get over the past, when the past is dictating our present.

The future can never be bright for two people who choose to delve in the past. Who choose to bring back bad memories of may I add bad people and jeaopardise the present. How can these people even make the mistake of dreaming of a future together when they can't get past their simple flaws? How does that work? It doesn't and never will.

Time lost is lost forever and doesn't return ever. Bad memories are Bad news for the present and great news for a relationship-epitaph if thats what two people want out of a battle of who did what and who has wronged who more.

But in the middle of all this, the heart of this dreamer has cried out loud. Because it is broken into as many countless parts as it cant imagine itself. This is an ode. An ode to a lover, a dreamer, thrown in the sea of reality who stopped dreaming..Just because it hurts too much to dream. Because some dreams are never meant to come true! They just die their own silent deaths with each tick on the clock. And life surprisingly, still goes on.

Is it criminal to change?

How many times have you had a fight with your best friend or someone extremely close to your heart and ended it saying-“You don’t need to change for me.” Lets get down to dirty reality, did you really mean it? Personally, everytime Ive said this line, I’ve let a silent sigh in my heart hoping that the other person would understand me! Its martyrdom to accept differences, suicidal to change, but there comes a time when it works more as an elixir than as a stab of poison.

A relationship grows stronger with an acceptance of different temperaments, ideologies and emotions. Often one person ends up moulding themselves too much and stifling the real person within their heart. This soft silent death of reality in a quest to keep alive a relatuionship is trulyt he defeat of the love they profess for each other. Now tell me is it better to change or to kill your true self?

Now changing doesn’t seem too bad does it?If it still does, try to look at it this way. Its growth. Remember the cycle of life,Birth,growth,death. To grow is to explore. If you never grew up, you’d srill be living in a crib, acting cranky and would die an infant death. Try looking at a plant. As it grows nurtured with care, it sheds its old leaves and undergoes a process of youthful regeneration. It changes too, but only for the better.

It is indeed inevitable to change,then why attemot to stop it? Why wallow in the depths of misery questioning it? The truth is, everytime you tell a person not to change, you yourself bend a little and make a small promise to yourself not to ever let this bother you again. Each such promise is a milestone in your journey and before you know it, you’ll reach the end turning out to be a vividly different person than the one you started out to be.