Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

I read a quote somewhere, about wanting to create events and ideas in your life that make you want to get up each morning with something to look forward to. As if you were a child who was going for a school picnic or field trip. Remember how excited you were? You got up early then, you didn't not want to go to school then. That's how we must live our lives, enriching our souls with the things that make us happy. To live is to have something to look forward to.  I kinda agree with this, but then I kinda don't too. If you keep wanting things to make you happy, that means you really aren't. A lot of us do that for temporary relief. Buy that expensive perfume, go on that trek, have that extra drink, quit that job, just to escape. What if we did nothing and embraced the mundane, the not-doing?  I have finally found my joy in the stillness of being. The walks alone, the not rushing to be anywhere, the not wanting replies from people I once so desperately wanted something to s

  I'm still here,  Where you left me.  The rain falling  On my shoes.  My eyes still hidden Behind the window Of a soggy umbrella.  I look up at the sky To see you nowhere.  How foolish of me,  You left a long time ago.  Why did I still believe I could see you staring At me from behind a corner?  I think I fell straight Into a time loop.  Caught unawares Between the past and the present.  I have changed now,  Everything about me Is another person altogether.  Except the memory of you.  I move on, running fast,  Leaving my heartache behind.  This pain was my worst ever,  Trust me, I've known many pains.  But today, out of the blue,  I thought I saw you.  I wanted to tell you,  See, aren't you proud of me now?  You wanted me to leave,  I went away just for you.  But then I remembered,  I'm still here,  And you're not.  I'm still here,  But then, so are you. You never left, did you?  Except when I thought You would stay.  You are still here,  Because I hid you insi

Come here, don't be scared. I won't hurt you. I know you don't really trust grown ups, but I'm not like them. I'm just you many, many years from now. Yes, I know I'm fat, and I have long hair, but look at my eyes. They are the same as yours. Please come closer, can I hug you?  Okay, you don't want to. I get it, I can respect that. I just came here today to tell you that I'm very proud of you. You are perfect just as you are. Yes, I know other kids laugh at you. It's okay. They just don't understand you. And that group of girls who just told you that you are not allowed in their group, don't bother about that. You wouldn't fit there anyway. Also, that girl who spat water on your face. She's not really changed that much even now. She's on my Facebook friends and she lives in the US and still looks and seems perfect. But I don't think she's really matured. What's Facebook? Never mind.  Also, don't worry about what the

Your hair is so soft, says the hairdresser. Your skin is so soft, says the beautician. What products do you use? Your eyes are so soft, says a voice inside my head. Who has been looking at my eyes? Is it the same voice that talks to me when I feel sad?  Soft. I say the word to myself, like a whisper. I try my hardest not to be soft. But people see through me. Mamma, your hands are so soft. But they are not, my darlings. They are old and dark and unkept. Ruined by the sun and cigarettes and denial.  I don't want to be soft. My softness has caused me hurt. My heart is soft, that's why it keeps reaching out to people who flick it with a finger. Shoo, go away. We don't like your sweet words, your attempts to unrattle us, understand us, tear through our masks.  Soft. I used to be soft, I thought it was something to be proud of. I'm not so sure anymore. My mind is hard, my lips are closed shut, like a frozen lake in winter. But you can still see through the ice and find my wo

1. Pyaar to bahut tha tumse,  Par tum ruke hi kahan?  Tum to chalte hi gaye, Aur hum ruk ruk kar thaak gaye.  Ab kahan se wapis jaana hai,  Humein nahin pata.  Na aage ka koi raasta, Na peeche ka kuch pata.  Khade hain yahan, Baarishon ki chhanv mein.  Koi hamein bhi bataye, Ki kal ka mausam kaisa hoga?  2. Koyle ki angeethi par Hath rakh ke bhi dekh liya.  Raaton ki khamoshi mein Intezaar kar ke bhi dekh liya.  Woh aag bhi aisi thi tumhari Jalaa kar rakh kar gayi.  Ab aaoge kabhi waapis To sirf simte hue shabd milenge.  3. Yaad aati nahin tumhari mujhe,  Yaadon ke bhi naam hote hain.  Kissi vishwas ke bharose,  Na ishq ke makaam hote hain.  Naam kya hai tumhara,  Kash yeh bhi bhool jayein.  Par kambakht naam hi to tha,  Woh bhi kabhi apne Hoton se ek baar bhi tum Gustakhi kar ke le na paye.  4. Tum mangte to hum tumhe Apne saare raaz de dete.  Na tumne kabhi aankh milayi,  Na humne kabhi raaz chhupaye.  Itna chhup kar karoge kya?  Tumhare raaz jaan kar bhi hum,  Na chhup paye, na keh