Will O' the Wisp

Every time I look at the sky There is a story, in my head  It has you and me It has all our meets and departs It has all the bareness and despairs So every time I look at the sky I see you, in different forms I converse, not in language, in emotions And every time I look away  I take along my story, you take yours In the hope of seeing each other again All meetings are pretty much the same Except some happen solely inside the head Yet give me strength to live, as if so real. 

I think we should stop romanticising the concept of forever in every other thing, especially (in any kind of) relationships and (including) friendships. Why if it's not forever it was never a thing? I was friends with xyz in school and I'm not their friend now. In school, we had different ways of looking at life, different crises, a different definition of fun, different life, I enjoyed being with the people I no longer like to hang out with because now we have different lives, different problems, different expectations, different kinds of fun and most importantly different sets of ideals, why should that mean we were never good friends? Or our friendship was never worth it? Why does the present have to validate the past? We need to learn to appreciate having different people in different phases of life. Having said that it's equally amazing to have relationships (of any kind) that last forever.  I think we should avoid looking at certain concepts in opposite spectrums. Two...

 While growing up most of us have come across many encouragements and enthusiasms from caregivers of the unit called the family to pursue education as long as one wants. All the concerns, appreciations, criticisms and gifts of the child surround the fact of how much they secure in an exam. The first disruption in the smooth and active encouragement happens when the child takes up humanities instead of Science, especially if they had required marks to go for science.  Many find institutional education useless, many find it useful, either way, one is expected to carry out education till they receive a certain degree.  Fair enough. Many among them struggle to complete their education, some are very convinced with the social conventions, they like to flow with the river without a rift and many start liking the subject they take up. I'm one of the latter students.  But one of the greatest shocks happens when after a certain point in life, education seems like a distant r...

The customary exercise of the night following the day and the day following the night continues. The questions with no answers keep piling up. The remembrance of the one who is yet to be met brings tears to eyes. The theories beyond science take a new shape with every passing day. The self boundary narrows for the world outside and widens for the one within.  Life continues its tale Without caring much for anything else The bugs keep buzzing, I never know if I have seen them before. I look at them wondering if they too suffer pain and happiness like humans  Maybe they wonder the same, looking at me. 

 I've always wanted to be loved. For as long as I remember. But it is never a very unconditional desire. I want love, the one that pushes you beyond your limits (because I think very little of myself, which takes away most of my ability for the action), the one that is present with you in the cups of tea, the one that nurtures, that grows, that protects.  In every age group, I've missed love in different ways, different times. Now when I'm 23, I want to fall asleep to Aesop's Fables. To the king and the queen who lived happily ever after.   I've my theories and observations from life. I do believe in deep longings taking shapes in form of meaningful relationships. But I don't know if it happens with everyone. Or maybe it does, we fail to identify it. Tagore rightly questions, Jodi Tare nai chini go sheyki amaye nebe chine? https://youtu.be/izm3X7W9GBc

 I sail small boats. With no one on it. By choice. I take the long routes, I wait and watch the sun. My destination is no shore or mountain.  My destination is the waves of the water. My destination is watching the fish and the birds, it is the tune that I play on the flute. My destination is no place. So, I sail. Towards another place. I hope to see a land. Of liliputs, or giants. Of geometry or horses.  I sail small boats. With people on it. By choice. I still take the long routes. I wait and watch the sun. My destination becomes my companions. To talk, to touch the water together, to discuss the moon and the nights. We write snippets of poems, or maybe long poems together. We read them out loud. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they don't.  I again return, not to any place, but the middle of the water. I start sailing. This time alone. Because I want to. My small boat moves. Towards another land. I hope to see liliputs, or giants, or maybe someone Gulliver nev...

Every time I close my eyes, I see the sky  I see the sky with different patterns  The patterns don't make any sense to me They are not the shapes I know of I try to look at them consciously But they vanish.  I try to concentrate, they vanish  I open and close my eyes again.  Every time I close my eyes I see the sky This sky doesn't have a moon and hundred stars But it too takes me on the journey to the unknown I try to find people, I try to find people I've never known  Instead I find patterns.  The patterns I try to make sense of and then realize Do the people exist in the universe as patterns? Do they talk in my language?