Its been almost a Year ....Wow!!!!! one whole year.....But it dint seem that long....
Why?.......wish I knew
How?.....wish I could say.....


She lost her alcazar to this enemy called 'Friend'......
How was she to know that this was eventually, an enemy, to become
A cherished time, with this friend, she did spend.......
The memories have now been burnt, killing all but some
Why did my life flip 180 in a few days?
Turning confidantes into foes?
For now, the world did, it seems, arraign her
But not one of those 'friends', did behold her woes
She screamed her honesty, her probity.....
All fell on, but deaf ears.
Her own, she thought who were, did not reach out.....
Did attaint her, than wipe her tears.
And when she thought in her despair......
Never again, will another I trust
A rampart to her thought, she found......
Coercing it, think again you must
Turning away she looked into a fog, a never ending mist.....
With shadows of accusations, with echoes of censure
A closer look and she saw, some hands lifted to point.....

But a couple more to comfort and embrace her

Glad, she was, to be looked at not vehemently.....
But also, for once, heard and understood
She seeked a comfort in the gaze, a solace in that embrace......
Even so, to her new foes, be unwelcome, this would
Now still she is attainted and disgraced.....
But, with this support, is stronger to face
The winds, so cold and yet so searing.....
Blown by a 'Friend'...... the word only fetches a grimace
This support.....should I call them 'Friends'?
The word has lost its meaning, the trust and charm
Still....Why do they feel so dependable......
They I feel, but know not why, mean no harm.

As i sit down to write something new....i just think about friends...and how lost i would be without them.

Frankly i was....so lost in everything trivial and everything that was nothing.To think of it

She was living but in a fortress,
Never knowing she was under constant stress.
Trying to prove everyone,
The worth of what she had done.
Staying in her fortress, in her shell,
Sometimes she used to dwell.
'Are all my inmates loyal?
Or do they praise me, for i am royal?'
She fooled herself into believing,
Its not a duty they are relieving.
Thus she lived, for years to come,
Remembering some forgetting some.
And then one day,upon her, it dawned,
She was all alone in this fortress,with its piers and pond.
What good sun,what bright light,did bring upon her,
You wonder, a revealation, a truth, for years, she did not see.
And then like a huge rock it hit,
That she knew not,who the word 'friend',fit.
Her world just reeled to a stop,
Someone had apparated inside her fort with a 'pop'.
And as though a spell had been put,
Her fortress withered away in a second,from head to foot.
Like a cocoon burst open, The butterfly flew,
Seeing and showing,everything she could and knew.
But then she stopped to look, the intruder she had feared,
With trepidation and doubt, even to battle she geared.
Alas!Her defences failed against the beauty at the opposite end,
And she atlast lost her alcazar to this beauty called 'Friend'.

One day of my life...!!!

I woke up to the breeze, cool and light,
Never knew what surprises were in store for me on this day,bright.
I said "Good Morning!" to my reflection and saw a smile,
Didn't know i would be smiling harder in a while.
I started my day, hoping everything would be fine,
Man!! It turned out to be better than any imagination of mine.
I stole a gaze at the stars, as I rode along,
They seemed like a protection, like a phoenix song.
The hunter shined above, in the middle of the night,
While the waiting began to see that breath taking sight.
The mischief king put on his mask,
He rolled up his sleeves and took on the task.
The sky filled with the first rays of the Sun,
Oh! Chasing those waves back and forth was so much fun.
And then he rose slowly, changing from red to yellow,
Leaving everything he touched peaceful and mellow.
It was the perfect beginning to a day,
Where all things just fell in place and what else can I say.

A friend of mine made me read a poem which inspired me and made me think....
It was so true and in front of my eyes,yet it took me so long to realise that life was calling......and where was I?

This is what I would call 'Coming back to life....!'

My life was what I had made it, a mess,
For i could see nothing but the sorrow and stress.
Somewhere down the road, I had lost my way,
Somehow I forgot to appreciate the singing birds and the enjoy flowers sway.
Now everytime I think of it, gives me a jitter,
How strange it is, for the only taste of life i perceived was bitter.
A mistake, I seemed to be making,
Every night I wished to sleep forever, without waking.
Am I so bad, I always thought,
A feeling of guilt i always fought.
People around me seemed worried,
The more they coaxed, the farther, from truth I scurried.
But oneday I stopped and turned,
Only to realise, this exile was imposed and not earned.
Things became clear and shined in a new light,
My life had seen dawn after a long night.
I wondered, 'Bitter!!!?? Was that me?',
The one, who for some fun, wouldn't mind scraping a knee.
I realised I was being stupid and dumb,
I was so 'not me',so lifeless and numb.
In life, planning and expectations, there will be some,
But I decided 'lets stop being disappointed and take things as they come'.
I came back to life, oh yes I did,
My life stood beside me and waited patiently, as I made my bid.
Still somewhere in the dark are lurking the ghosts of my past,
But now they dont bother me, for my sunshine is here to last.

Vivace of life....
Wondering what that means.....?
I think it is most befitting to call life a vivace for it is nothing but a piece of music to be played in a quick and lively way....

All of us have asked ourselves a question at some point of our lives...."Why Me?"
I dont pretend i have an answer, for i myself have asked that question...and then when i think again....there is no answer but one..."Why Not?"
Every little incident teaches u....every little experience enlightens u. And at the end of it all, how does the question help u? It is the experience that helps u,takes u through ur life.

In life learn to follow your dreams,
Taste all the sweet nectar and creams.
Worth is that life u live,
When u learn to give.
Help those who need u and think not twice,
But i dont say dont be prudent and wise.
You will meet people and friends you will make,
They will help u give a performance in life's single take.
You might bump into love on your way,
Make sure you persuade it to stay.
For once you let it go even an inch past you,
Though your heart bleeds, words to speak, you will have few.
Left behind will be so many shattered dreams,
That you will hear nothing but their cries and screams.
In the end you would want to call it a day,
And,that person would come to see you once ,you hope and pray.
But whatever might happen, life ends here and starts elsewhere,
So before the vivace ends, sometime u might want to spare.