Would she make the leap of faith?

She stood at the precipice, unsure and uncertain. He stood on the other side waiting patiently, his hand outstretched.

The precipice was deep, its walls steep and daunting. But it wasn’t that wide, jumping over it would be tough but manageable. She looked over her shoulder, a seemingly happy and content world. She looked at the other side, a mist hung there, dark and murky. But he was there with promise of life as it is meant to be. Contentment and fulfillment in every moment.

Would she make the leap of faith?

She took a deep breath and introspected. She had herself almost convinced that her world was complete and safe. But deep down, she knew that beneath the sham of a busy life and feigned euphoria was a compromise. A compromise on her happiness and the life she silently coveted and aspired for.

[Whom are we kidding?! Don’t we all paint a picture-perfect illusion of perfection!?]

She did too. And it stood just across on the other side of the crevice.

Would she make the leap of faith?

Being a realist she knew nothing is perfect. If she made the jump, the other side would be most of the things she’d ever wanted but not all. Exactly what all, she could only guess at being on the opposite side. What she had was a safe and easy option, “things here are okay!” she reminded herself, “but just okay, not great when they could be” chipped in her subconscious. “Hush hush” she chided herself and thought on.

Would she make the leap of faith?

You get some, you lose some. She knew that to gain all that stood just a jump away, she’d have to let go off her compromise and all those linked with it. She was afraid and uncertain. The mist on the other side was scary; but it wasn’t the fear of the unknown that stayed her feet rather it was her own acceptance of the fact that she put herself over all. [Curious, indeed, are the follies of the pure]

Would she make the leap of faith?

She felt like Pandora but with a difference. She could choose not to open the box and force herself into an illusion of contentment or open the box and brace for her world to turn topsy-turvy. For along with great joys there would be pain but he’d promised to be there through it all, always un-deterring.

“Isn’t inaction a crime?!” her subconscious asked. “But what do I do, what is right?” she asked, ”The answer lies with your heart” came the reply “Just open up to it without fear and you’ll feel it”. She took a deep breath and smiled. She knew.

What was wrong, what was right,

The compromise strong or the promise bright,

The risks and the choice were hers to take,

Would she make the leap of faith?

Baahar ujaala hai.....andar veeraana...

Kal ek savera hai, jis tak jaana hai,
Raasta andhera hai, lekin paar to paana hai,
Mod hai ye ajeeb kash-m-kash ka,
Lekin kashti ko kinare tak to pahunchana hai.

Dedicated to the miseries that I see sown deep in those few whom I love deeply. Keep faith, this is life and remember, there shall always be a few who care. Inspiration, as so many times before, came from Varunda.

Kya main galat hu?

Kwahish hai jeene ki, paane ki, muskurane ki,
To kya main galat hu,
Aarzoo hai tujhko baahon me thaamne ki,
To kya main galat hu,
Lafzon me baya(n) nahi ho pati kahani meri,
To kya main galat hu,
Tu sahi na ho chahe, maanta hu agar har baat teri,
To kya main galat hu,
Ishq me agar khud ko karta jaa raha hu fanaa,
To kya main galat hu,
Bin ummeed ke bhi dil me agar bachi hai ek tamanna,
To kya main galat hu,
Ek saa(n)s bhi lu to aaye agar teri khushboo,
To kya main galat hu,
Tujhko paane ke liye aaj agar badalna chahu,
To kya main galat hu,
Batao, kya main galat hu?

Foggy Dreams and the Reality..

The room is foggy and the lights are dim,
And we brood about our darkest desires and eccentric whims,
Whom we lust and whom we love share in between a thin line,
Who I want but who, really, is mine,
The one we love, the only one,
Is not in our fate and the light is gone,
From our eyes and our soul is sundered,
But a mask we keep and the pain is under,
For us and only us...

I am glad for those foggy nights,
And those dim lights,
When I felt your soft touch beside me,
Where you and I in those eccentric moments became we,
When I felt every single one of those unspoken words,
That you and I've said so many times in my dreams of another realm,
But that shall never become reality,
Even I do not wish for it as you already seem so happy,
In your dreams for they seem so real,
But in mine you remain the Alice of my wonderland,
So surreal.

Prologue:

Now I fret again for the smoky hues,
For I am glad for those smoky nights,
And those dim lights,
For there again you shall be,
With those eccentric moments, mine and waiting just for me...

The burlesque called life...

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In the burlesque called life, morons hoot, nitwits kiss n cry - HAPPY NEW YR! 2010's here...but nothing's really new, its the same sham, the same fake realm, creation of our own hypocrisy...just another dream from which we do not want to wake up for we fear the reality so much we just ignore it...it's the same, everyone's the same...the love, the hate, the joy, the pain, the wishes, their disappearances, the link-ups, the heart-breaks, the wars, the peace-talks, their failings...and yet we like to believe that a better tomorrow exists and we run arms wide towards it!
What's the use, I simply ask? Why are we still afraid of the reality? I do not ask you to stop partying. But stop partying for 2010 and hopes of a better tomorrow! Party all you can, if you like to party, because YOU like to party and no other reason...be yourself and truly be so...a million things we may not like, acceptable for we are only human...then live with our dislikes, appreciate their existence nonetheless instead of calling anything remotely unacceptable as 'lame'...trust me, that word is used way too much by one and all!
Change but because you want to, choose your own idols, do not blindly follow others...learn to be humans and not sheep...following the herd never helps, look how correct people were about 'Tiger Woods'!
This is no moral science lesson and I'm definitely no teacher/preacher, am just another regular guy who does follow his heart and is not afraid to be different, the question is- are you?!? But then if you really followed what I wanted to say, you shall not bother about my ramblings...so enjoy to the fullest, every moment while it still lasts, the burlesque called life.....