Old - The Rusted Gold

With each passing year
Relationship matures in ways
We can't even imagine anywhere near

Priorities change as the circle increases
Old ones are there for the records
Only as stories to be shared with the new crowd

Yes, Old is Gold
And it is meant to stay with the real gold
And that is, The Cupboard

People may give different reasons
And even make them sound justifiable to the world

But the reality is, the old doesn't have any space in the sphere
As the new world order is already set
With fresh faces, now, in the front gear

A lot of things change,
Literally, sometimes, from pin to plane

Whereas the old still thrives on those memories
From their golden years

Hard it is to not be emotional when we are face to face
But for that one meet to happen,
Too much efforts are required from all the ends

May be it's time to leave the emotions part aside
Atleast it won't pinch the next time
When things don't happen like we decide

-SR.

PS: May The Force Be With You !!!

Melody of Life

It seems I am losing focus these days
May be that's why the question
What am I doing? Pops up daily

The craving of what we don't have
Kills the fun in what we do have

In the moments of being self centered
We ignore the fact that lot of wheels are in motion
To give us, The Moment, what we call today

We just need to keep searching new ways
To find that much needed change
Rather than dwelling on the same path

Everything happens at its own time
Not because our efforts were less this time around
Only because we aren't ready for the change now

The chords are same universally across
But only when you hit the right ones
It is called music

So live each day in search of the right chord
And while you live through each bad day
An inch closer you reach to the melody of life

-SR.

PS: May The Force Be With You !!!

A Confused Soul

Life is becoming a tasteless dish
Neither there is salt nor any spicy twist

Each day seems to be a burden
Nothing to look forward,
Nor anything to leave behind

Many a times I wonder what's going on
Ofcourse, there isn't any answer
But sometimes I don't even understand the question
That's circling around

Because of what/how I speak
I come out to be a pessimist to the crowd

A practical pessimist, I choose to call
Who takes stock of things around
And only then comes out with a statement about all

Not that the times are bad
For I have seen must worst then what it is now

But something is amiss for sure
And, unfortunately, I am not able to figure it out

-SR.

Our Day.

To define a friend is not easy
For each one has their own set
And every pack is crazy

Many things we either inherit or is forced upon
Only Friendship is a bond, We choose
To carry it On

Speak good things about each other
Is never on their menu
If you don’t have different names
You don’t have real friends

They don’t expect, nor do they ever oblige
But when you hit the panic button
They are the first ones to arrive

Life is complicated, filled with questions
You may not find answers from them
But surely your pack will make you laugh at the questions

This to all those, who made a difference and mattered.

Happy Friendship Day !!! 

 

-SR.