Parents being parents

When we’re kids and our parents go away to tend to their work, we cry for their undivided attention, and they feel happy that we crave for them

And when we go far from them in our youth, they happily wave us goodbye and then cry when alone

Parents being parents
And, kids being kids

Happiness one time
And, sadness the other

How times change?
We never know
They never show
That is how it is
Life goes on…

P.S.: Lately, I feel that I have not been my best self. But, I am reading good books and loving everything about life. Which book are you reading? I am reading Blink by Malcolm Gladwell. You can download the PDF. I love it. No new songs. This is a chance to share new songs too 😀

 

One of the many mothers who cry

Today was the last of the 25 days I spent at home
Because of my father’s health
And I had to leave 12 hours early to catch my flight
Because I had to collect some hospital documents
And it is tragic that you can’t spend extra time with your mother
We were making thepla together this morning
So that I can eat them at the airport whenever hungry
And the fan of the kitchen was not switched on
I saw a drop of sweat dancing on the tip of my mother’s nose
And I told her to switch on the fan
And then I realized that she had more tears than sweat on her face
And her eyes were all red
And she was trying to hold on to her tears
And I felt like the stupidest son ever
But this is how goodbyes are
And then we all have to part ways
Sooner or later

I wish I could make it better and easier for her and others, but, sadly I cannot.

Click to know the recipe to make theplas.

And a video why all mothers are the best — Leaving Home

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P.S.: Copyrights to http://www.shuttershock.com for the featured image. Rest all copyrights are mine 😉 How are you? I never missed writing because I just did not publish but wrote some good ideas down. Will post them. Song recommendation in the next post 😀

 

Songs & feels..

Many songs would make you cry

Are the lyrics that make you feel weak?

Or the emotions attached to that person

Or just the day is long & irritation is creeping in..

If you want, you can share the songs which are close to you & can make you feel weak & cry.

P.S. : This is one of the song which make me cry sometimes. It’s one of my favorite song. Name’s Hey there Delilah of Plain White T’s.

My hood was up..

My hood was up
The drops were continuous
I could see
The world through them
That fraction of second
When I saw the world
From within the rain drop
It seemed crystal clear
Things slowed down
Almost at halt
Except my heartbeat
Except my wild thoughts
I was wondering
Wishing it stopped forever
Wanted things to stop
Changing things
And changing people
Gave me aches
Heart & head aches
Made my eyes heavy
And my hood was up
Not to stop the rain
From making me wet
But to stop the prying
Eyes of the changing people
From seeing that I cried
That I broke down
Once again
After eons
And to snatch
This interesting topic
From them to talk about
They will know
It is not them
Who made me cried
But her
But they don’t care also
Who it is
They are just happy
That I broke
And broke hard
And to make things easy
For me
My hood was up
And the rain drop
Continued its path
To earth and then to the drains
And similarly
My tear
Continued on its path
From my cheeks to my chin
To earth and then to the drains
And both were the same
And I wish the people
To remain the same
And never change
But deep down I know
My wish is just a wish
Which will never be fulfilled

That shirt !!!!

She had forgotten everything

Almost everything

I know because she didn’t reply back

Not to my mails or calls or messages

And I had also eventually moved on

With the fact scribbled in my mind

That I was not worth her

May be a bit in past but not anymore in present

And I was driving en-route office

And got a call from an unknown caller

I parked my car roadside

On receiving I heard nothing

Silence and some sobs after a while

And finally the voice I used to love once

She was all scattered at that moment

And I was too upon listening her sobs

I got out of my car and calmly asked

Her the reason for her sadness

And she was just crying loudly also

With hiccups

On insisting for long she replied

That just some moments back she

Was searching for an old gown of hers

And then she found THAT SHIRT

Which was what I had wore

When we became intimate the first time

And I asked her to keep it

And she used to wear the shirt

Everytime she missed me then

And finding that shirt made her realize

How wrong we both were and the ending

Of our story could had been different

But now everything was gone

And I know this feeling was just temporary

And thankfully she also felt the same

All she could say was that she would

Hang the shirt on the peg on the wall

Till sometime in future and

Reminisce the good ol days

I felt good that she at least contacted me

And I was back to my driver’s seat

And she again had the control over her life

And she got used to the feeling of that shirt

And it didn’t bring her those emotions back anymore

Now she knows how it felt when

I Looked at the shirt gifted by her

Which I had given to a needy

After some struggling days then !!

All but one please..

Avoid me

Ignore me

Vouch me

Doubt me

Annoy me

Loathe me

Fear me

Slap me

Kick me

Hurt me

Punch me

Kill me

Curse me

Cut me

Injure me

Fight me

Bite me

Stone me

But no matter what

Don’t ever leave me!!

Sewed with Good Intentions..

You don’t have an ounce of knowledge

How I live my life

How I tackle with situations

How I confront my mistakes

How I accept the unavoidable

How I go an extra mile for some

How I pull out for the undeserving

How I became the one I am today

How I sometimes try to multi-task and succeed

How I just can’t do a small simple thing

How I smile outside with pain inside

How I manage my time to make you feel okay

How I sacrifice things to see you happy

How I smile seeing others at peace

How I feel guilt with others in pain

How I cry in restroom so that no one sees

How I laugh loudly to let others know I am okay

How I stand for things that always fall

How I give up on things that remained forever

How I feel alone with people everywhere around me

How I like being busy always so that no bad thoughts will come to me

How I sleep less hours to make sure I do what’s good for all

How I feel when I am in love with a gal

How I help you bring your feel-good-factor back

How I want to go to sleep when in anger and sadness

How I enjoy so much of that power nap

How I try to wake early for some purpose but fail

I am just a human filled with failures, regrets, success, hope, love, anger, sadness, emotions, guilt, truth, hard work,

But all sewed up with good intentions.

Love.. In a few words..

Love makes you dance,

Love makes you sing,

Loves makes you smile without any reason,
Love makes you think things, you never thought you will,
Love makes you take your stand,
Love makes you break the rules,
Love makes you strong by making you cry,
Love also makes you weak by making you smile,
Love makes you ignore your love,
Love makes you experience life,
Love makes you a winner even when you lost,
Love makes you hate the distance between you both,
Love makes you a coward even for being brave,
Love makes you a liar for telling the truth,
Love makes you a king for winning her heart,
Love is always around, we just need to allow it to enter within us,
We need to have the strength & faith to hold on to love,
Even though love don’t want to be held by us,
Love makes you sacrifice things which were of non-debatable priority,
Love makes you feel lonely in a room full of people,
Love makes you feel alive in an empty room,
Love is a challenge, to accept and not to tame,
Love is a gift to be pampered and not be thrown after receiving,
Love is everything and sadly, everything is love.

Happy V-Day

Reality of Death!!

“Well I am Death, none can excel,
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell.”

Death, the cold feeling of emptiness comes sooner or later and takes what matters the most, Our Soul.

Today I realized that with the death of a single person in a family, the whole family dies.
This feeling of Death makes us so devastated as if all the good memories and achievements of life meant nothing.
We just want 1 extra single year, extra month, extra day, extra hour to set things straight.

Criticism, failure, insecurities are reality-check, but Death is in itself a Reality.
A Reality we want to avoid. A Reality we want to forget about. A Reality we don’t want to exist. A Reality which we don’t want to be real.

I want to tell you all, may this day never come when you have to face this Reality, but I know that I can only say the hollow words, because deep within we both know that it will come and set us free for good.
So, don’t wait for this Reality to come, so that you can cry and shed tears for your dear ones and feel guilty for all the things left undone.
Talk to all your close people, share happiness, spread smiles, make wishes, make effort to complete these wishes, make a better world for all, make someone happy daily, make friends, make family.. These small yet important things matters and are the things which help us face the Reality and move on.

You gotta live. So, why not for those who matters to you, who depends on you.
Accept the Reality, and we can only hope that our dear ones are in a far better place.

Cry as much as you can, no restrictions in it. But, make sure you don’t cry for the same reason twice.
Smile as much as you can, but make sure you smile for every small reason you have.

Live life,
Darshith.