A WALK

And sometimes walking silently on the crowded road watching people,
observing them i smile.I smile watching those kids in torn and stitched clothes,
 playing those silly games and fighting over silly matters.
I smile when i see them smile realizing
 that its true that happiness and money are not totally related...
I smile when i see those lovers indulging in plays of sulking and coaxing....
Those hands tied with a string of love..
I smile watching them making memories....
I smile watching those group of friends teasing a particular one....
I observe them looking at girls and their small little smile 
that they try to hide when they see their crush....
And then suddenly i realize that some people are noticing me smile without any reason
and i notice some smile watching me smile
and i smile more....
syncing my walk nature's tune..
..realizing that i miss so many happy moments everyday.....
realizing that sticking with the present for a short little walk can make smile
realizing that its true that there is never nothing going on....
no moments are ordinary...
its our choice to stay in the present and enjoy the moments....

or fill our mind with the worries of future and cries of past missing everything around us....... ‪#‎present‬

REIGN OF TERROR!!!!

I saw it...
I saw fear in every eyes..
I saw people running for their lives..
I heard those silent cries...
I heard voices begging for mercy when someone pulled a gun on their head..
I felt it..
I felt the reign of terror taking over smiles..
I felt that silence caused violence which again caused silence
I saw a nightmare..
I saw a hopeless bunch of people..
I saw them unreactive to violence...
I heard it..
I heard them accepting their defeat..
I heard the guns and bombs but not a single cry..
I sensed it..
I sensed the numbness caused by frequent terror..
I sensed that no one was alive..
For they gave up without fighting with might...
For they hoped that they will meet their loved ones again,

in some land of unknown after they die..
For they did not fear death anymore...
They feared living with fear of death....
They feared losing their soul in bits and pieces every time their close one died..
For now they feared life..
And i fear that someday it might come true..
When the frequency of these attacks would increase so much,

that we will become used to it...
I fear that someday our tears would dry up...
Our brain will go numb..
For someday we will be tired of standing up again and running for life..
Our mind will be tired of living this kind of life..
And with wine will we celebrate every death and say
*Free is the soul from reign of terror* cheers

                                                                                                                       ~Ajay

WE WILL TALK

Someday we will talk...
Without any reasons...
without any hidden intentions...
without any purpose...
we will talk..
Talk about life...
how things changed..
and how priorities changed..
how we saw some people change...
and how we see ourselves make break and remake...
We will someday talk about our hardships...
and reflect upon those pains..
And somewhere while talking we will realize how those hardships changed our life....
and how without realizing we made a stock pile of memories..
and how it faded again with time...
Someday we will sit in front of a mirror and let our conscience communicate with our brain....
reflect upon the reaction....
and reflect upon life...
which i hope would be like reading an old book again..
and realizing that we didn't got it the first time we read...
and with a new found meaning in our old memories...
we will again move into our old life with a new found hope....
hope that things would somehow once again be better...
better than what we expect....‪

                                                                                                                                 ~Ajay

STRUCK IN MEMORIES

And i sat there drowning into the pool of memories,
I again heard your voice taking my name,
I again heard those giggles,those smiles,
and that changed voice trying to pull a prank.
I again heard that sleepy voice telling me to sleep wishing me night,
and that scared voice telling me to be there for some minutes for she had a nightmare.
I again heard those sobs for someone left her,
i again heard her heavy voice telling me not to leave,
i again heard that sweet voice taking my name. And i again saw that smile on my face....as real as it could be but this time i saw it turn into a fake smile.... I saw those eyes filled with tears...and then i saw everything turning dark... I followed the light for my way out... And again i heard those shouts...heated arguments.. I heard those words of hate.... I again heard those cries.... I again felt warmth in my eyes... I again felt my silence down on its knees... And her words piercing through it with sword of her agony...and move on with a devilish smile... Then i decided to ignore the sounds and follow the light.. And since then i m lost in this pool Following that dim little light of hope that someday i will get out..to make some new memories..


Ajay