Thursday, January 27, 2011

!!! More the Merrier..... I Dont Think So!!!

You took a step forth questioning hilarious traditions
And than you find yourself staring at your own reflection
Lost in the thoughts of "Did you make the right Decision"

You step ahead fighting against the world's insanity
Then you see your hands shaking, wondering
 "afterall who has defined normality?"

You raise guards to shun your heart so broken
Then you see all around and wonder
 "don't you ever again want to let it open"

You write and follow your own rules
You tear them off the next day
And more than often you are left with no clue

Its so adventurous to be "me"
Its best to be "me"
But there are so many of "me"
Unknowingly I rip my soul continuously...

Written By: Ritika Patel

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

!!! Dreams Are where the Roots Are !!!

First rays of light blinding her eyes, Oh! how she loved the mornings! The feeling of damp sand beneath her toes as it imprints her footprints into it. Admiringly she look back tracing the prints from where she had come; smile lit on her face seeing the beautiful play of the morning waves and the way they make all the prints disappear in a single motion of sheer play. She couldn’t trace her way back on the sand but she did saw a small town far away on the other side whose small houses can be barely visible from the naked eyes. But somehow just looking at that blurry scene can make her remember the scent of the sand of that small town, the warmth spreading the small lanes and no matter how loudly these waves scream at her she can still hear the laughter of kids around the corner of her home, in that small town, as they used to play on the streets.

A splash of water came as waves hit the nearest rock, bringing her back to the town it belongs to, the anger was apparent and the whispers from the sea “You are here now”, “you are one of us” as they again move back to disappear in the arms of the sea heading backwards far back where stood a bridge which connected the small town to this big town. She remember taking that journey herself when she was walking through that bridge scared of leaving the warmth and love of her people, confused thinking what the big town has in store for her. The long and tiresome journey was full of hatred, frustration, anger, confusion, fear, sadness but at the same time excitement thinking back she wonder how she remained sane enough to cross the journey even with all these flood of emotions. But she did and so did the others who were walking with her, behind her or way ahead of her.

But the journey wasn’t easy not because there were too many people or because she was still alone but because there were too many tears along the way. The helplessness of people, who need to leave their old town to find a better living in the new town. The tears of mothers as they say goodbye to their sons, the helpless but proud eyes of a father as he wave his hand towards his daughter not knowing when the next meeting would be. There were also people who were coming back to the old town to meet the peoplethey left behind, remembering their faces makes her heart still ache, the confusion and fear has gone now but so is the innocence of their eyes. They all seemed happy to her but their heart hollow. Nevertheless she took the journey and reached the lightning city whose shimmer was visible from the roof of her home. That was her first step in the big town and since then she is been running the race lost somewhere in the crowded skyscrapers.

But as these waves, the passer bys, the morning walker or the joggers crosses her thinking that she is one of them, she stood their giving shape to her ever building dreams. Her dreams lay where her roots are, she denies to strip her old town of her childhood memories and wisdom which gave her the place in the big town in the first place. She looks back at the waves looking at them dancing at the sea shore thinking that they had won her over. But they know nothing of her dreams, her ambition, her roots and her life. Because if they had known she wouldn’t be standing there where she is today. She smiled at the bewildered expression of the ways, slowly she turned and headed right back where she came from as if walking on her own footprints backwards, which were now nowhere to be seen. But she doesn’t need her footprints, because she knows where she belongs, where her wisdom belongs, where her dreams belongs, and slowly her lips whispers “My dreams are where my roots are”.

Written By: Ritika Patel

Saturday, January 22, 2011

!!! A Backward Walk !!!

Flipping through the pages of my life,
I saw some forgotten colours leaking from the words,
Flashing lights still reflect from the soaked tears,
Though blurred by the tears once splashed on it,
but the pain is intact in that past forgotten world.

I remember breaking down every time
I came across those dark age of my life
I use to feel like cold steel knife
stuck inside my heart sucking my life

The Errors of my judgment about some people
Cost me my esteem, confidence, & my individuality
Scar of those wounds had never lost its visibility.

I never realised when you pulled out that knife
Restoring my esteem and healed my every wound
Your hands on my scars hide them from my eyes
Your words filled colours I never knew existed in my life

Love for me you easily redefined
As you accepted me with all my dull & Shine
I shared my deepest embarrassing secrets with you
You took them all and burned them with your heat of love

Now When I flip through the pages of my life
I don’t feel the knife or see the leaking colours in the lines
Flashing lights still reflect from the soaked tears,
Though blurred by the tears once splashed on it,
but the pain is lost somewhere in the brightness of your world

Written By: Ritika Patel

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

!!! Careless Whispers !!!


Heart feels the lightest when you have a careless banter with your friends. When words flow from your mouth without thinking twice or without weighing there inclination of being harsh, being soft, being negative or being politically correct.

Its wonderful to see how easy it is to open your heart to your friends without being scared of being judged or being misunderstood by them, because if they “Are” your friends these two words will almost never occur in this relationship.

Constantly exchanged SMS’s or a phone call after days or just whispers in the middle of the night talking about anything under the moon till its time to realise that tomorrows start needs some sleep too. Friendship is without a doubt the most easiest and most beautiful of relationships with zero investments but lots of mutual gains.

Life is full of ups and downs, Sometimes time is so harsh on you that it leaves you isolated with no one but your parents to hold you but than your life make sure that it gives you solid highs too. Its only the question and perspective of keeping the “faith”. Its very important to keep your friends very close in both situations; specially its important to realise the true friends who will like to stay close to you in these situations. Life seems way more simple with them around and its absolute blessing to have such friends in your life.

Its almost possible to lead your life without a lover or a boyfriend or your love of life but its almost impossible to “think” of your life without friends forget about “living it” without them. Friends are friends and its almost unprecedented to fill their place with any other substitute relation.

Written By: Ritika Patel “Blessed with some Gem of Friends”


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