Is It Worth It?

I have been pondering over this for a while now. We say that life is an ordeal; one has to fight their destiny, and create a decent path for themselves. Nothing comes easy, unless it isn't what you want! And if one is strong enough, or if one finds a reason to keep fighting, they will build a beautiful road for themselves, and keep going no matter what. Because they might have found something worth all the pain, all the misery. When you find something worth living for, your capacity to take it all suddenly manifolds. For some it is love, for others it may be a passion.

But there are some who cannot find a reason to keep going, lose all hope, and give in to the treacherous life. The only door they see open, is the door to Him. I have always been confused about the rightness of such an act. Sometimes, I feel that it is one's own right to decide whether they want to keep fighting or just let go. It may not be in one's capacity to take that pain any longer, and if giving up your life gives you that inner peace, they have the right to have it. 

However, just like every other coin, it has a flip side too. A biased coin, I'd say. For me, the coin is more likely to land on this side of it. So because, along the road of life, you meet those who are connected to you some way or the other. With giving up yourself, you are also taking away something from their lives. You may not see it, but it is true. You cannot simply give such a pain to the ones who love you. They do not deserve it. And however hard it may be to see it in the dark times, but they sure are the people worth living for. If even these people don't give you enough reason to keep going, then you must understand that God has given this life to you, as a blessing. You were chosen to be here, because you deserved to be here. He has given you this chance once, and nobody has the right to give it up so easily. 

So, I'd say never let such thoughts cloud your mind, and keep those in mind who have loved you once, or forever. Life may not be easy, but it sure isn't THAT difficult.

Let me know what is your take on this.

Cheers to life :)

Come back to me..

You finally got what you wanted dost.

You wanted me to be strong. You warned me that the world is not such a nice place. You told me I was too innocent. You told me I was too sensitive. But I never felt the need to change. You were there. You were supposed to be there always. I thought I had you. People like you, still made the world a nice place for people like me. I felt special with you, even though the most vulnerable. Because you were there with me; you held my hand every time the world made it difficult for me. Why did you go? Why did you leave me? Is it because you wanted me to walk alone? Did my vulnerability worry you? Is that why you went away?

If that is your reason, then here I am now. Cold. Insensitive. As mean as ever.

I don't give a damn about anything. I don't care about things I loved most. Hatred has taken the place of love. Distrust has destroyed all faith. Negative thoughts have killed all hope.

Being alone does not hurt anymore. Malice has grown inside. There is an unkindness that reflects in everything I do, or say. That feeling of sacrifice; that sense of understanding; that idea of being nice; all seem filthy old ways of giving yourself up. I am no more what I used to be.

I am what you wanted me to be. Now come back to me?

What if..

Sometimes in life, once somebody's gone, you realize how much they meant to you. But there are times when you know how much they mean to you, still cannot help but let go of them. Sometimes its for good, sometimes its just not meant to be. Other times, God wants you to believe he has more. Much more. But what if that loss means the end? Something that is irreplaceable, something incomparable to anything else, something that is never coming back; how can God have something "better" than that?

The instant response to loss, is sad, gloomy, and dark. There are things you want to erase, things you wish never change, things you believe should have happened, things you think could have happened. There always are the trailing "What if"s and "I wish" giving everyone's story an incompleteness. Behind that wholesome, happy smile there is something missing; something not right, for people wish they had taken that chance, once.

And if someone needs it too desperately, they look for hope, courage, and the strength to fight for it. Attempts, failed attempts, dampen the spirit with which you began your search. Not always you can do it alone. Not always do you have to, if you have someone you can count on. All this while, you need someone beside you. A friend. Perhaps.

I wish I had let them in. They needed that friend, that support, that love. They needed that chance. I could have given them that chance. I could have been that friend. That's exactly what I had promised long ago. I did not keep it, for I didn't know that they needed that second chance too desperately. So desperately, that one day, they would give up fighting for it..

I wish I could do something now. I feel helpless, broke, disappointed with myself. I refused to be the one friend they needed, and now, they're gone. Far, far away. What if I had been there? What if I had kept my promise? What if I could save them? What if I could make all the difference? What if I were in their place?

Sure the what ifs will haunt me for life.

A Poem For My Sis

Hey!

I once wrote a poem for my sis, Tanya Goel..who is currently in Dubai, working for Topaz Engg.

I gifted this poem to her, beautifully written on a pastel sheet, when she came back home after a long, tiring and stressful journey to various cities for her MBA GD/PIs! :)

This is one of the most heart-felt poems I've ever written!

World's different, You're Unique

The world may be true,

But you are right.

They always sought a token in lieu,

But you are soon out of sight.

The world is full of ambition and passion,

For which they become deaf to others call.

But you're an epitome of love and compassion,

You'll listen to them and remember it all.

People live in a world created for them,

But you live in a world of your own.

They're climbing the stem of the plant,

Whose seeds you have sown.

With aspirations sky high,

Till the end you'll strive.

The world would cry and die,

But you'll smile and survive.

With love, to my silly moti! :P

The Onset - A Poem

Hi everyone! I'm back with a poem with a "POSITIVE" theme this time! Umm..with the increasing demand of positive poems in our class, I had to come up with this asap! :D

Its about how the rising sun..and the lovely morning brings in hope and gaiety to all!

The Onset....

The dancing light seeping through the blanket of darkness,
Chirping birds with all their sweetness,
The spright dance of the tress,
In the flowing ring of the breeze,
River water golden with light,
Unfolds the sunrise bright.
The rising sun brings in a ray of hope,
Empowering one to cope,
For we wish happiness to stay,
All along the day.
The apt set up for a reflective thought,
In which an idea might be caught,
And the glittering dew as the refreshing perspirations
Tell us to fulfill our aspirations. :)

Hope you wake up tomorrow morning with an optimistic smile! :)

Good day fellas! :)

The Sorrow Of War - A Poem

Hey people! :)

I once had a nightmare... :(
In the nightmare, I was a victim of a WAR..lost everything..lost EVERYONE...:'(
The next morning I woke up, I took a pen a paper..
And this is what I came up with..A poem on "The Sorrow Of War"...

It always touches my heart..
Every time I read it, I'm reminded of the nightmare..
Tears fill my eyes, each time I feel the pain of the little girl...who knows nothing..
What has happened...Where is her mother..Where is her father..Why is everyone screaming..
She's LOST..and..ALONE..:'(

Hope it touches your heart too!

"Alas! It had reached,
Leaving no stones unturned.
As the streets thundered,
Things blundered.

The showers of the war,
Hit the joyous home.
Chair on which father sits,
Shattered into bits!
The apron mother wears,
couldn't soak all her daughter's tears.

Tears dropped down her face endlessly,
How the war had flawlessly,
Left her bereft of home.....
bereft of joy........
bereft of LIFE....!

She was there amidst the shattered remains,
Moving lifelessly in the doomed lanes.
Burdened with shock,
She slept there with displeasure,
Dreaming of homely joys
Which seemed like a treasure
She wished to never wake up,
But the appalling reality couldn't remain aloof,
The terror of the dark life awaiting her made her move.

She finally realized,
The catastrophic realities dawned on her,
A silent scream within her,
Sent her into the blackness of relief."

I'm in tears.... :'(

My Trip To Vellore...:)

Loved the ‘short-but-sweet’ visit to the green, very green sub-urb of Vellore.
Courtesy VIT, the pride of the little town, where I successfully secured an IT seat at the vellore campus! (Yeahh! :))

Head held high, eyes wide, bright with pride; I was there with my proud mum, crossing every stage of counseling, with only positive vibes from the faculty. The VIT, main gate…the moment I saw it, felt a sense of belonging, sumwhr amidst the hitherto new and unknown place, the brand name ‘VIT’ made it a very known place. :) :)

Enjoyed the glory…was relieved to see the ‘level’ aspiring candidates..the ‘just-perfect’ to-be-classmates..And possibly to-be-dates!.. :P :P and u never know…could also be to-be-soul mates..! :D :D

With little relation though, this ‘date’ discussion reminds me of a guy from jaipur, who tried to make conversation all through the counseling process..But I dint know how to build it further…More than poor communication skills, it was lack of interest perhaps… :P

Further on, the ceremonious formalities were over with that ‘top-of-the-world’ feeling still lingering on! So much so, I told my dost that I had a flight the next day presumably; (evn though I had train reservation!) A slip of mind I wud say…after all, still in the sky, flying high..! :D

Besides the ‘mission-accomplished’ were the sweet fulfilling moments...best coming across a madrasi bride-bridegroom, seeking blessings from the Almighty…at first, there was this mini-heart attack when I was told that I missed it, but was relieved to happen to see the ‘just-married’ couple (within view again) in their respective wedding dresses, which were merely fancy dress costumes for us delhites! :P :P

My mood still ‘weddingy’, reminds me of how I cud not contain my affinity for flowers, the gulmohars, the gajras…constantly hanging down my handbag..only left the localites wondering if the gajra had taken an unwarranted leap from my hair to my purse..!! :D :D every second lady insisting me to clutch it to my hair…As welcoming as they were, all ready to lend me their own hair pins!

Coming back to Delhi...was as bful a journey as was staying away from it! Had never imagined central India to be so bful…the greenness…the lovely landscapes..Made my train journey an ‘never-to-forget’ one! To top it all, in my compartment, I even found a friend in a toddler named ‘akhil’ coincidently! And have drawn conclusions like..’All Akhils are the same!’ :P :P (details not required! :P)

All in all, the success, the pleasure, the lovely encounters…everything was just wonderful abt my trip! Loved it completely…:')