Time Dilation

Why is it,
That, when you desire most,
Does time come to a standstill;
All but halts?

You will it on,
To just skip a few ticks,
Yet, never does you it obey.
It always has its own way.

Its hard, it really is,
To watch time slide by slowly,
As you, there stand,
Helpless, hand in hand.

Wish that there was a knob,
That could give you some control,
To the sands of time,
To bend them to your will...
Alas...

Hope

Guess I've written something similar in the past too...but still...:)

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When all seems lost,
And all seems bleak,
Never abandon hope,
Its always there -
The silver lining,
Amidst the dark clouds,
The solitary leaf,
On the barren tree,
The occasional smile,
Amidst the tears.

Cling onto it,
Through all your struggles,
And then, one day,
It'll be spring again.
The sun will shine through,
The leaves will unfurl,
And the smile will return.

Of life and passing moments

Sometimes, moments that are past,
So wonderfully beautiful were they,
We wish they'd, a bit longer, last,
That we'd hold onto them, forever.
But alas, man ain't so clever...

Yet, don't we all, sometimes wish,
We could make time stop,
Make it obey us for just a bit -
To take one particular moment,
And have it eternally persist.

While the pragmatist within us,
Shouts out with all his might,
Telling us, this ain't right.

But, in such moments fleeting,
Everything seems so perfect,
It all seems so rightly decked,
We're at a loss to see,
How being pragmatic would serve us better,
Than being what the heart is crying out to be.

Memories

The breeze brushing lightly against your face,
Carrying with it, the mild fragrance of blossoming flowers;
Bringing back memories of those by-gone days,
Of childhood, when, with friends you'd play,
Hide and seek amongst these swaying trees.

The falling droplets of rain,
Continuously rippling the lake,
Taking you back to the days when,
Scantily clad in just your shorts and tee,
You'd float paper boats in these waters.

The ice cold water caressing your feet,
As it runs melodiously down the ravine,
Sending shivers down your spine; electrifying,
Reminding you, of true love's first kiss.
These are memories to cherish - of pure bliss.

Moving on...

***WTJ***

It seems hard to forget,
The times together spent,
Of borrowed sorrows, of loaned smiles,
Of memorable talks and walked miles,

And as the time to depart draws near,
You are filled with a new found fear,
For once, the choice seems a terrible mistake,
And you repent why did you, this decision take.
And as people bid goodbye,
You finds it impossible to not cry.

All seems so bleak and dreary then,
Its hard to imagine the near future when,
Putting all this behind, the past you forget,
And no longer do you, the decision regret.

You might not feel so now,
But time heals the deepest of wounds,
And that day will soon surely dawn,
The day when you'd have moved on...

/*
For you'll soon have found friends anew,
Friends who treat you even better than we do,
(Ok the commented part is perhaps not true :P)
*/

Little did I know

Little did I know,
How hard it'd be,
Following one's dreams,
Amidst the struggle to satisfy,
This so called society.

Little did I know,
That the so called norms,
Would be binding shackles,
Chafing away,
Once cherished ideals.

Little did I know,
That convictions too,
Would falter with time,
And prudence bordering on being risk-free,
Would be taken as coming-of-age.

How I dearly wish,
For all this acquired worldly wisdom,
To be replaced by childish impulsiveness,
And the unwavering conviction,
To follow my dreams,
Wherever they may lead...

My muse

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This poem arises from having watched DDLJ again (after a looong time I might add) -- specifically this poem from Simran's diary:

Aisa Pehli baar hua hai in satra athra saalon main
Andekha Anjana koi aane laga khayalon main
Aankhon ki khidki par ek saya sa lehrata hai
Dil ke darwaje par koi dastak de ke jaata hai
Ghehri bhuri aankhein mujhse mera naam poochti hai
Haathon ki lakiron main kiska chehra ban jaata hai
Uski saasein resham jaisi mere galo ko chu jaati hai
Uske haathon ki khusbu ab tak mere balo main hain...
Haan Aisa Pehli baar hua hai in satra athra saalon main
Andekha Anjana koi aane laga khayalon main
**

Her silky locks unfettered,
Swaying in the gentle breeze.
Her childlike smile, intoxicating laughter,
Filling people around her with joy.
Her honey-sweet voice,
Infusing the air with melody pristine.
Tender and loving her gaze.
Right before me she stands.
My enchantress, mon amour...

I reach out towards her, arms outstretched.
To hold her in a loving embrace,
To run my hands down her tender face.
But ere I can touch her the slightest,
Does she fade away into nothingness;
So does my dream ripple away,
So does my muse disappear,
A mere figment of my imagination;
Yet, the tormentor of my dreams.