Shadows were natural and yet helped disguise nature. For he found it easy to soak in his shadow than to glance at the real self. He looked for his shadows every where. The streets, the world he left behind as he walked, the darkness, the scanty light in the darkness.
He would fidget with the strand of hair waving at the top of his head in his shadow, and not look into the mirror. The hair looked softer, his structure felt more wavy, more flexible, he liked the his arms spread, his figure diminishing and rising, diminishing and rising, dying, diminishing and rising. He could mend it, the dark of his image, his beauty relied on how good he walked, how freely he jumped, how beautifully he looked at others. And this would all make up for a great dance, for beauty, for happiness not sought after. Because shadows never cried. Shadows never looked ugly.


We had been

I had been
Of course, you had been, too
I, the flawed
You, the torch
I drank
From the cup
Of your hands
Slowly first
Quickly later
Never did it seem
To get over
Never did I seem
To get enough
You stood by
Like a thunder
Protecting me from my
Gargantuan blunders

As I stood
I, the flawed
As you stood
You, the torch
We walked
I, needing
You, leading
I am asking
I am angry
Slow down
You torch!
You blaze
Your bubbly laugh
At me
Leaving you tears
Your eyes closed
Your eyes sprinkling
Your big eyes

As I stood
I, the flawed
As you stood
You, the torch
Making faces
Finishing food
Guiding on what to ask
On the list
Is watching weight
Always on the list
Mirrored ceiling
Frustrated you
I, making fun
You, yelling hard
Suppressing laughter
That laughter
That teary laughter

As I stood
I, the flawed
As you stood
You, the torch
You told me
You found your light
You went on
With the light
I found, too
A companion
In the dark
Ever since
In the dark
In the hope
Of torch
Don’t you know
I don’t mind
The union of
Torch and light
And the flawed behind

I would be sweet

I would be sweet
But I turned out a mix
And so intense
That you couldn’t fix

I would be nice
But I had become wise
And so mild
That you had a chance

I would be swift
But my nerves had gone rough
And so tight
That handling’em would burst

I would be eloquent
But my mouth had been neglected
And so quiet
That you felt right
Right, I had my way

I would be sane
But you found it vague
And so unlikely
That my mind had to drain

I would be winner
But I had none to lose
I quit playing
And walked in your shoes

I am not any
That you found right
Am I funny
And just that?

I screwed myself
Because I was back
To what I thought
I should have been not

And yet
It is a delight
Nothing’s right
I’ll be alright

Sing with me
Before it’s gone
The moment’s a music
That won’t last long

Reconciling with the underprivileged you

Life brings to us some of the most painful experiences in the form of reconciliations and acceptance. There, certainly are events in the life span of any human being that leave us stirred and shaken. Events that take place inevitably without our consent or control, or both. Your success, your failure, your achievement, your luck in life to get things that you shouldn’t have to put much effort to get, things that happen to everybody usually, normally, with no effort put in, the luck to make friends with people who are terrific and apt to you at the same time, to get to meet people and personalities who are terrific enough to stun you by their mere presence, or people who are brilliant enough to keep you motivated and going, inspired and going, and having them stay. Painful because it is very natural that it is possible that none of these things happen to you. And it goes without saying that sometimes you will not have control over these and most of the times these will happen without your consent. Indeed. Yes. Possible.

But you may not have to drown in the pain of it. You are not expected to but you definitely, for your own good, for the sake of your own self, will reconcile with the facts that these are. You have to still keep yourself going, you were sent to this world alone and you met people incidentally. But you know what? You sometimes create collectively. And you sometimes create alone. But you create, nonetheless.

You will meet people who will touch your live, success that will have you to jump, motivation that will have you to rise and still go deep within. Some of these may not happen again. But you will go on. And create. Lead a fulfilling life by giving, if not taking.