One Stop Destination

I am the tears an orphan cries, Or the pain a widow feels. I am hidden behind happy smiles, And in joy when a wound heals. I am present when raindrops fall, Pitter-patter on the earth. I am spoken when no words are said, To tell a man his true worth.

Just when I am about to give up, You quietly make your presence felt. You whisper "Don't stop, go on", And erase doubts that ever dwelt. Loved you then, love you now, And I know I always will. Together then, separated now, Yet one soul and one heart still. Time may fly, I would grow old, But the love for you would never die. We were a pair, we are still now, And we'd always be, You and I.

Less than seventy days for me To return back to where I belong, I'll be underneath my blue sky, Will be in the place I call Home. I will go back to familiar sounds, Will hear the fighters roar again, And everytime the rotors sing, My heart will smile with a tinge of pain. Yet 'twill be under the blue sky, Donning the blue uniform I love, I will remember years gone by, The people here and those above. Oh the love I have for my sky, All the Hawaabaaz will agree. Its akin to those who love their land, And to the ones who love their sea. I'm counting days to get back, To the space where I truly belong, I'm going back to my blue sky, Thats the place I call my home.

Between, the two of us... There is one with words unspoken. There is another who is heartbroken. One of us has the Future in mind. The other one has a Past clinging behind. Two similar people who have shut their ears, To inner voices and silent tears. We both have stories we wish to share, But are afraid to show we care. Between the two of us... One needs moments spent holding hands, With silence speaking that the other understands. The other is scared of Pain as fate, Along with tears as we separate. Two similar people who have shut their ears, To inner voices and silent tears. We both have stories we wish to share, But are afraid to show we care. Between, the two of us... Why can't we spend time together? Whenever we can be with each other? Creating memories to last for life. No expectations, No regrets, no strife. Shall we? Should we? Will we? Would we?

Poetry got me nowhere. Made me vulnerable when I expressed and distant when I didn't. I have had my share of Pain and Hurt. Of words unsaid and feelings unspoken. With an aging body and a burdened soul, its now too much for my heart to bear. Darkness scares me now, and so does the light. I was a Rebel once but now my energy is gone. I am living life the way I now can. Sans dreams sans expectations.

Don't judge me by my smiles. My eyes reflect all the pain. Don't like me for the way I look. Deep within me is a broken heart. Don't be amused with the way I laugh. It is a guard I use to hide my tears. Don't break my trust I will never trust again. Trust me and I will never let you down. Don't ridicule me I'll return into my shell. Understand me and I will be by your side.

Is this love or just a phase? Are you real or just a face? Are you here to have fun and go away? Or are you here for life, to stay? I am scared 'cause it is all so surreal, I am afraid, to express what I feel. I don't want my heart broken again, I am yet to get over past pain. Will you be my shade and my sun? Are you really, truly the one? Tell me love, are you here to stay? Or will you have fun and go away? Love is not love if it tends to rust, And hearts break if there is no trust. So, do love me if you must, Let it be love alone and not lust.

It was four years ago When home they brought my warrior dead. Those images are still vivid, I can't get them out of my head. He had gone walking on twos But came back in a coffin. Till the time 'Black Box' was opened I didn't know what was in. Broken bones but unscathed face Within a mummified body. I had wished for it to be a dream But it was a reality. People say I've come off it To some extent I agree. Yet to be honest deep within I know I have lost 'Me'. There are times when I turn Into a rebel, defiant and strong. Yet somewhere in the corner of my mind I end up feeling I am wrong. What do I really have in my life Except memories and endless pain? Many a times I get this thought I would never be able to live again. Hope surfaces now and then I'm an optimist at heart. I try to see things positively But that's truly not a start. Shattered dreams and a broken heart Is al

I can hear Silence talking all around. I can see my Heartbeats dancing to a sound. I can taste Sunshine shining in the rain. I can feel Darkness brightening my pain. I can smell Thoughts fleeting through my head. I can sense Hope calling at every step. I hear the sounds, I see the sights, I taste emotions, I feel the flights. I smell fragrances, I sense perceptions. For me these are my Inspirations.

I feel happy that my country is Independent, but am I? I can't even walk through a crowd, With my chin up and head held high. I still fear speaking my heart out Because there are thousands waiting to judge, What is spoken, discuss threadbare, Form opinions and never budge. I dont have the right to wear what I want to, Because I am a girl, a widow, a woman. And if I still do don the attire I like, I become an object available for fun. Gone are the days when I could write, Sonnets and ballads in the name of love. Love here is a banished word, And lovers meet in heaven above. I am but a humble soldier, sailor and an air warrior, Yet it pains my heart to see, As I proudly serve my country without fear, There are many afraid to be as they wish to be. All I wish for my country and countrymen today, Is hope, peace and harmony. May every Indian be truly equal, And from 'I' and 'You' they become 'We'.

Time once gone never returns, So just do what your heart yearns.  Live each moment like its last,  Else 'twill become a thing of past.  Love like you'll never love again,  Take a walk or dance in the rain.  Just do what your heart says is right, Even if the brain puts up a fight.  Sing the songs you've wanted to sing, Live your life like a Queen or King.  Some day when you are weary and small, Thoughts will knock and give a call. Memories of moments you have lived and gone, Of times and hours with  that 'Someone'. They will truly make you smile,  You will feel you are worthwhile.  Hope is what that should keep you  going, Live each moment and love  what you are doing...

Sometimes an image alone can bring back memories. Sometimes its a thought. Sometimes an action. No matter what, how do I ever bring you back. Back into my life. Back to me. Would life have been any different? Wish I had a crystal ball to gaze into!! But I am no fortune teller And you are not a fragment of imagination. Time has not paused. Life has moved on. Work has kept me busy And kids have me occupied. But sometimes, A wee little corner of my heart Cries out loud. Just loud enough for me to hear. Thats when I realise There is so much I lack. I lack in my life. I lack in me. Nay sayers think I have it all. Inspite of the downs I have been through. But only I know. How much of a battle each day resembles. Yes, I am at war. At war with myself. To war with with my thoughts. That is why I guess, I ended up being a warrior!

I am spreading my wings to fly away into the blue yonder A new place, a new home. Will it be? I ponder.                                 Life is a gift. I do agree, but good or bad? I do not know. Hope in heart, Dream in eyes, That is how I will go. See the full PicLit at PicLits.com

Meeting  after 15 years, Catching up for years gone by. Chatting up for moments lost. Serendipity. Sitting in a Tea Lounge. Expression of thoughts Exchange  of pakodas. Relaxation. Eating place Meeting place Chatting place Planning place. Teasing place. Reserving place. Dining Hall. Searching  for the elusive. Walking by the riverside. Spotting ponies, Counting peacocks. A walk to remember. Drawing, Colouring, Playing, Watching, Singing, Dancing. Cousin Time. A pair of Jeans. A regal Coat. A vital I - card. Lost and found. Laughing out loudly. Remembering  good times. Standing up in support. Family.

You are still a little girl But soon you will grow. There are lots I need to tell you And lots you should know. Remember you are special And will always be. Though now you are my daughter Soon you'll be a friend to me. Life is not easy But its not difficult too.. I am sure you will succeed If you remain as "You". Success does not always  mean Riches, parties or fleet of cars. In fact, it is the wealth of smiles You gather during happy hours. Success has no meaning If no true friends are by your side, If you are lonely at heart Or have things to hide. Live a life to its fullest Not because you have to. Life lived well is really one When you truly want to. It is better to be remembered By people, even if few. For all the good you have done And for their joys due to you. There will be heartbreaks and sorrow Thats how works the wheel of life. It is up to you To find peace amidst strife. The dark clouds will only stay

I have been referred to With numerous names, I have been spoken of For playing mind games. I have been called An opportunist Who uses her womanly wiles, To get her way And get away With people by using smiles. If I wear bright colours, A bangle, a bindi And a pair of ear top. I am said to have  Taken pains To look good and dress up. If I laugh aloud  I have no shame If I dont I am a Snob If I am Independent They think its due to my job. I have had enough and now its time For me to raise my voice. I am a Widow I agree But it was never by choice. I am not a window of opportunity Nor a tissue to use and throw. Neither am I a damsel in despair Nor a broken bow. I dont need any shoulder To cry and lean on. Do not think I am emotionally weak, I dont need another 'Someone'. I really pity  The people who see The smile on my face for their notion. They can never see The pain within me For them m

Finally... Am leaving my base For a new beginning In a new place. Finally... I am taking with me No baggages But memories... Memories... Bitter and sweet. Pleasure and pain And agonies. Have been through hell Now I want some peace. I need to live So let me be. Finally... I have my space A new beginning A new place. Finally... I am taking with me No baggages But memories. Life was a tangle I had to break free. I was suffocated I wasn't me. I had to change I couldn't go on I had enough I had to move on. Finally.... With a smile on my face For a new beginning In a new place. Finally... I am taking with me No baggages But memories. If I could live On my own terms It was because I had best of friends. Some through phone Some nearby Kept me smiling So that I don't cry. I can't thank enough They were always there I feel so blessed They are here to stay. Finally... I've found my true friends. No matte

I have been living all my life  Moving on And not clinging To the time that is Past. I cry when I am sad, I cry when I am angry, I cry when I am happy. I emote When I  cry. I have my own set of regrets,  Ones  that I may never share With you Or with anyone else....  I am made up of tears Contradictions. Fears, smiles and pain. I may look fragile But I am not weak. I may falter But will never fall. If I do, I will rise again. I can survive, I can live on my own. I can support, I can lend a helping hand. If I need help I ask. If I show support I express. I speak my mind, Hear the songs of my heart, See to believe, Touch to reach out, Smell things fishy. I sense. I know what I am worth, I only need encouragement. I know my goals, Its opportunities  I am looking at. Give me any role And I will play my part well. No extra retakes I will give Because I will be living the part And breathe into it. I do not bother About the length of my

Each life has its share of ups and downs. Of laughters, tears, joys and frowns. Will not life lose its rosy shine, If I begin to count what should be mine??? Life has its ways and means to meander, However much we stop to ponder. We get what our true share is. Realisation always leads to bliss.

A little pain, a little pleasure, Joy and sorrow, in equal measure, A little work, a little leisure, Make up life's bounty treasure. A little sea, a little coast, Small winnings for one to boast, Sometimes guest, sometimes host, Life is a party, let us toast. Little sun and little shower, A butterfly for every flower, A little hut, a little tower, Life has got immense power. A little thought, a little word, Like a little child that's lured, Sometimes said, sometimes heard, Life is a free flying bird. A little line, a little dot, A little interesting plot, A little cold, a little hot, Life's sole motto - "Forget me not!!!" A little gesture, little sign, Bit secretive as number nine, Little yours and little mine, Life keeps saying "I am fine". A little mind, a little heart, Each of us play our own part, Sometimes an end, sometimes a start, Life is a journey on a cart.