When I first HELD YOU

I hate you but, I LOVE YOU MORE!!

Speechless, was I, as my smile conquered my soul,

Inexpressible, indispensable was your innocence on the whole

As you came in my laps, that first time, my life took a new fold

An angel arrived as if, you seemed so heavenly pure

A new born you in the laps of a four old me,

You came as the newest smallest part of our family

Your each move, in a special grove, was a magical melody

A cute ball of fun was you, a softy playful teddy…

Your sparkling eyes,hooked on mine, with questions so many…

Your giggling smile, curious a while, a rhythmic symphony….

Hesitations at large, before coming close to me,

But never did you cry, never shy, enjoyable was your company….

Special and Dear, lovely and cute,

Round and chubby, smiling in mute

Playful and active, energetic pot,

Innocence and smartness, you carried a lot

An active champ, our youngest dude,

You mastered it all, even before I could.

Your wonders, mischievous thunders,

Snugly, the way your little hands cuddled in my palm…

Your fights often, I hated your blunders,

But I laughed in sudden, as you were always so calm.

Those awful times when you pulled my hair,

And made me shout to pathetic despair,

But that innocence again, vanished every pain,

Your sadness was so so rare.

But the feeling of holding you close,

Laying in my laps, your confused prose,

Is a special moment I have captured and locked,

In the corner of my heart, in an inopenable box

Cos’  loosing those memories, in the times to move on

That first glimpse of you, I want to hold on,

Carefully wrapping it inside my soul, 

You own a special place in my heart my brother!!!

I will cherish these memories in years to behold.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Finally, its Mine!!

Decisions and Fate, do they ever go together?

And if they do, then why to me, do they bother?

My fate has never given me way,

My decisions have never made my day

A wholly crap of dependency lies,

Around a pile of suffering truth and crumbs of lies;

My smallest problems have seemed always too big,

My little heart has to always make the toughest jig;

Whenever I long to see the sunshine,

The darkness gives its horror sign

As soon everything seems to be fine,

All turns away as if it was never mine…

They say, “Every cloud has a Silver lining”

I know this, still my heart’s pining

For things which are small, but seem too big

And not for problems which actually need to fix…Really Quick!!!

Why, what and how to grasp the life’s Policy?

When, what and where to look for that craving intimacy

Of Love, of care, which seems to be missing somewhere?

A mind too silent, but always thinking like a running hare.

Well, my life’s actual leader is finally me…

The one who designs and executes each policy…

But then the reason why it’s so complicated,

Is the way it has been interpreted…

Like a team goes haywire when not coached well,

I am the coach of my life, the one who casts the spell,

A spell to make the magic happen,

 A spell to bring that mysterious climax

Finally it’s me, who has the power and control,

To make each bite yummy and delicious,

Or to just let it go waste!!

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The Doubtful Heart

The heart has so much to say but no one to hear it...

It brings with it those breathless days when you wait to clear it...

Sweeping away the hectic dust with the broom of faith…

The wait is long like a lazy snail struggling to bear it…

Why does the heart wish for something which has no importance indeed?

Why is there a hope of growth when there is actually no seed?

Why the roots become so numb at a point when strength is in need;

Why the hell this mind is shattered like rolling groups of beads

That hit from here to there so bad, that make the heart go numb and sad;

That shines in pain and glow in sweat,

Those reflect the despair look of fate,

These beads that once were a chain held so strong

Have lost their hope of forming that bond

Questions indeed there are some more to ask…

Answers, well that’s next to impossible task…

As life juggles through vigorous affairs,

People taking you for granted are a common share…

And the soul just goes through a new phase of wear and tear…

Every-time you doubt yourself in despair.

Matured Love....

Greens and wide, cozy hide,

a wonderful lonely site...

Branched out strong, a shimmering bond,

Washing us bright, was that glittering light..

A world of our own,

we have woven so close,

Flowing so naturally in a gradual tone...

That look so right, in a withering night,

Those wet eyes, craving for a sight,

Now rest in peace, in a hold so tight...

Life has more reasons to stay bright.

Mature is this love, no more games to play,

Growing feelings now know their way...

Two became one, the soul now knows where to stay...

No more the bond is soft like the clay...

Kisses which meant affection, now also mean care...

Eyes that gazed long…now search for a glimpse of glare…

A touch of love, a touch of sight,

Make some wrong things….JUST SO RIGHT…

Those walk in the puddles, those memorable cuddles...

smoothly, happily , left behind are, so many hurdles

and moving on ahead also, this will be, together One, A FAMILY.

Expectations....WHY???

Ever thought, why do we expect so much?? Specially in Relationships......

Why each of us out there has that long list of I WANT......

Half of the times our hearts and minds don't even say them, but still, they are there, deep inside us...

Yes..These are EXPECTATIONS and don't mistake them with Dreams...

Well I won't say that Expecting is BAD....but...EXPECTATIONS ARE DANGEROUS.....most of the times....cause most of the times we fail TO UNDERSTAND WHAT OUR PARTNER EXPECTS, AND SAME HAPPENS WITH US TOO....leading to..... SADNESS.

You must be wondering, why I have used this word...Dangerous? Well, that's because, it leads to an unexpected chain reaction of pressures, frictions, traumas, fights and eventually MISUNDERSTANDINGS.

The root cause of all misunderstandings in this world is....EXPECTATION.

You must have often heard people saying..." I had expected you....." and so on the argument begins leading to actually...NOWHERE....NOT EVEN A SOLUTION ACTUALLY.

So, is there actually a SOLUTION to this?? Well, my recent experience says.....YES!!!
BE FRANK TO EACH OTHER AS MUCH YOU CAN........SPEAK OUT...
JUST EMPTY YOUR BUCKETS ON THE OTHER...DON;T WAIT THEM TO OVERFLOW AND STINK...
BE RIDICULOUS...that means....Even if you feel ridiculous in telling your partner or friend what you are expecting and it could make them feel bad or vice versa, still..........DO IT....IT HELPS CLEAR DOUBTS AND MISCONCEPTIONS....
BE EQUAL....with each other and treat each other as equal partners. None of the other is weak, or gonna BEAR YOU ALL THE TIME.....so BETTER TAKE CARE OF THAT.

Well, these are just little TIPS from my side....HOPE IT HELPS and MAKES YOU AWARE....

As WE ARE BORN WITH EXPECTATIONS....and We must not KILL them literally...

EXPECTING also makes a RELATIONSHIP STRONG. Because you start doing things for your partner which you actually never thought you would have else.

But yes...LIFE AND LOVE IS NOT AT ALL ROSY...but you can surely make it one if you are willing to.

"Maa" (Mother).. Now i know WHO YOU ARE...

I remember that day as a child, when I used to harass YOU a lot (which I still do)
The days when YOU did just everything for me (and still do),
The days when my sadness was nothing less than a nightmare for you (and still is)
The days when you worked 24 x 7 like a robot and I may have never realized  but all I did was had innocently asked,
"How do you manage to do so much? ", and till date YOU have just one answer... “Wait till the day you become a mother...”

One of my closest cousin sisters, recently had an angel baby girl, so it was my first experience to closely observe the first glimpses of a new born. I could relate to her a lot to a point as everyone recalled the days of my childhood whenever we saw her playing and smiling or even crying...But I suddenly realized that this little princess , is actually not even aware of her own-self. She is still discovering the faces, voices, movements around her... Those little hands which she crazily moved as if she wanted to box with someone, she didn't even know whether they were hers...or what they were...Those little legs which she almost made to dance, she didn't even know, could make her roam the world and explore wonders.

But this period of mere 7 days, made me realize something important within, which I hadn't in all these years, or I must say, I hadn't valued all these years –

 “It’s you Maa (Mother)”

Isn't it strange...that a baby, who cannot say anything, but still by her little expressions, made me realize how important YOU are.
Its definitely true that one tends to realize the importance of a person only when you take his/her place. And that’s what I observed in these 7 days...
A mother realizing how important her own mother is for her...and how the cycle tends to repeat for her when she becomes a grandmother and teaches her own daughter to take care of her baby.
In this process, the relation that becomes really lovely and strong is that between a Daughter and a Mother.

"And so has mine with you Maa..."

The person who has well adjusted with all my worst and irritating habits is YOU...and so I understand why you get angry even today on my little mistakes....
I have made you wake up so many nights, and no better than you could accompany me that time...and so I know why you still worried when I come home late....
Countless times must you have given up your happiness and interests just because I had to be attended first, and I am sorry if I still take the first share unknowingly...from now I will take care....
Just a little cry of mine made you run to me like a storm, and there i was in your arms, quiet and still, and smiling, and secure, and still your arms are the best place to be in...
I know I do feel a little trapped sometimes, but I now know that you are possessive about me, and fear to let me go alone...

Well, I still don’t know exactly the feeling of what a Mother actually is, but yes, the respect for YOU has definitely increased. I may have many differences from you, but you tend to have them with the ones you love so so much...
I don't know if ever I will be able to understand YOU...or WHO YOU ARE...

But surely I agree to the world known fact....

GOD COULDN'T BE EVERYWHERE....SO HE MADE YOU ... MOTHER!!!!


I LOVE YOU....

~Kriation~

Waiting For you....A longing.

Although far, still you have won my heart,
Which is so so truly attached to you,
My eyes look for you in dreams,
Which come to me so few.

You haven't said anything to me,
But I have heard enchanting words of thee,
Those words, that just speak of me,
Words forming a beautiful Love Story...

I know, I will keep thinking of you,
Until I really meet you someday,
Missing you already My Darling Love cum Friend...
Just like the Night waits for the Day...

I know, that day isn't far...
When you will be right here beside me...
Waiting For You desperately,
Just like the rocks long for the splashes of the sea...

A wish in my heart...to see you soon..
As you just exist in my Dreams...
As I look towards the sky..that smiling moon...
To touch the sky...the earth screams.

A Rhythmic Start...

A song in my heart... Calls for A rhythmic start...

A new hope arise..like a far sunrise..

The chirp of morning bird...I recently heard...

To live up again...And shed away all pains...

For love in our lives...we crave once..twice and thrice...

And each time the cries...melt like the ice...

Over and over again...like a see-saw game...

Life has a new surprise...After every story of pain...

To bring up that smile...And travel a mile...

An adventurous route to see...a new hope to dream...

Still somewhere we tend...to look for an End...

A happy one indeed...

A fairy tale it is not every love-story..

But surely one can create a History...

So all i have to say...let love make its way...

As each of our lives is an amazing Mystery..

And as the game plays...listen to what your heart says...

Relish your life as a creamy delicious Pastry.

A Dream that died......

Crave did I, for something so precious to me,

A dream come true, a sensation in few, a new hope to believe...

Sadness a true,  came as a clue, but nothing serious indeed...

But slowly a dew, took away the view, and left only tears to see....

The clue it was, a withering moss, dried somewhere so quietly,

A wild growth, peeped a hope, and took away myself from me.

That withering thought, the dried knot, of love that I carried in my heart beneath,

Vanished away, like a lonely prey, that was hunt somewhere close indeed.

Wandering am I, in a cloud of sigh, my mind like an empty sky of plea,

Nothing so close, a shimmering rose, no reds, no whites, only blacks to see.

Wet in my eyes, my heart that cries, craving still after a hopeless seed,

That will reap a dream, a fearful scream, awaiting the return of lost something.

Show me the Way to Love.....

This little heart of mine,

With a little hope of sunshine,

Cannot identify every line....

Of this speedily running life's rhyme.

Love, is something I may fail to understand,

Understanding is something I may fail to fulfill,

I think deep standing on the brown sand,

While the far waters, lay so still.

One glance of yours, just one it was,

Made that day such a beautiful one,

One word of yours, just one it was,

Made my heart fly, like it was a balloon.

Seeing there in the midst of the sky,

My hopes, my thoughts, they fly so high,

Trying to guess what makes me so shy,

When a shadow of you just peeps me by.

Show my little heart The WAY TO LOVE,

As I want to see how it works,

Dancing in the air, white wings of a dove,

And the heart may not feel any kind of jerks.

Thinking deep and waiting for someone,

Someone who would be all all mine,

Someone who sings in the rhythm of my rhyme,

To take care of me time to time.

Wish in a heart, whosoever I may love,

May or may not be mine.....

Still he may get his serve, to live and love,

From you O Lord, who's world's supreme shine.

Is this LOVE????.........

Love, a small four letter word,

A word that is so often heard,

Just four letters, says it all...

And human's heart takes a huge fall,

Fall, for someone, who was once a stranger,

Fall, for something that could be a danger,

Fall, for someone who was a close friend,

Fall, for something which sets a new trend.

Love, what does it mean really,

Love,has it anything to say clearly?

Is it about feelings, emotions and care...

Or does it have to do only with wear and tear.

Does it knock your heart before coming?

Does it make any kind of sweet humming?

Does it come and make you restless forever?

Does it make you feel like you felt never?

Love's a mystery, nobody's understood still,

Its like climbing an unending hill,

Its like paying long-long bills,

Its like eating sweet-bitter pills.

Its an addiction, once had never goes,

An endless ocean where your heart flows,

Sometimes gives you joy and cheers,

Otherwise, only sadness and tears.

It comes with no warnings or alerts,

Everyone will surely lose their hearts,

As Love is experienced by all those alive,

Its something, for which each one of us strives....