Knock Knock- Reality Here

Isn't it strange as to how we often ignore the most obvious things? I mean, we seem to overlook things that are right in front of us because we feel that not seeing them would save us from the painful stabs of reality. But it is very correctly said, "Merely closing our eyes to reality doesn't change the way it is." So, for the first time in life I tried to come in terms with what actually is, rather than running away to my fairytale world where I am safe from all the harsh truths of life. And guess what? For the first time, reality didn't seem like an enemy at all. Yes, it wasn't too much of a pleasant sight, but it surely was what I needed at the moment. When we are able to come in terms with the present, we become able to change it for the better. Afterall, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle of our life can be properly put together only by us. So, from now on, when reality knocks, just call it in. Believe it or not, it always brings with it the solution to all your problems, the magic key-Acceptance.

Antara

Been there and back again.....

Yet again a dreadful blow
Yet again that dreadful place
Yet again that empty touch
Yet again that cold face.

Yet again I stand alone
Yet again I feel so blue
Your actions, laugh, your everything
Takes me through a sense of deja vu....

Antara

Black or White?

For starters, I felt everything could be segregated into either of the two categories. I mean, a person can either be good or bad, a thing either useful or useless. But I recently have come across quite a few events that did succeed in altering my views. 

Any person or object is a bundle of characters and doesn't just portray any one of them. For instance, a person might be extremely kind but lack even the slightest bit of ambition. Now, for those of us who give more importance to kindness as a quality, this person might just seem like a saint. On the contrary, those of us who feel that a life without ambition is a life devoid of worth, this person might not seem to appeal at all. Similarly, to the first group of people some other attribute of his, let's say his habit of smoking, might seem pathetic and the second group of people might find his hardworking nature to be amazing! So, when we decide whether we like or dislike a person by and large, it depends upon whether we seem to like/dislike most of the attributes of his personality. 

I now realize as to how wrong I had been  earlier. I feel that a person is neither black, nor white, but he exhibits shades of grey. It's only our perspective, or more precisely  the angle of his personality that we have been able to witness, that determines whether we perceive him as black or white. The closer we look the more we realize that even the person who seems like a complete devil to us has something positive about him, that we due to our strong sense of dislike, seem to neglect. We should give everyone their chance and at all times refrain from forming preconceptions or being judgmental. Afterall, we too might seem white to some, but black to the others...

Antara

Silver sheets of water prance
Glisten in the setting sun
The day is to end, yet I so feel
That it has just begun.
When I sat here last, I wished you'd been there
That was then but now I say
It was nice knowing you yet now I think
It's time I go my way.

Antara

The Place Where I Belong

As I sit in my car and it speeds through Marine Drive, I hear Chris Daughtry's husky voice sing, "Well I'm going home, to the place where I belong", for the first time I feel what the lyrics mean to convey. It's been a long day, not a pleasant one and all I can wish for is a hot, home cooked meal and a refreshing shower. 

I ring the doorbell and am welcomed by my mother. She serves me lunch and I savour every bite, like a person who had suffered from diarrhoea enjoys every bite of his first proper meal after his recovery. I seem to be aware of everything around.The curtains, the carpet, the bookshelf, everything that has always been there, yet everything that was left unnoticed by me.

I feel a strange sort of warmth in everything at home that day. I realize I had taken for granted not just the luxuries that I had been blessed with, but the biggest blessing that one can receive, the warmth of a home.

I take a shower and  get ready for a nap. An hour later I am woken up with a glass of my favourite milkshake. Ma always seems to know what exactly I need.

 Later that night when we all sit for dinner, we chat about our day and I instantly feel lighter. I am in the the company of the three people who love me for who I am and genuinely care for me. They are the people who are going to stay by me through thick and thin. They are the people who are going to stand up for me with all their might and protect me against all odds.

April 16 2013, the day of my seventeenth birthday, the first time that I actually celebrate my birthday at home. There is a cake, my favourite dishes, birthday music, and a card that my sister made in spite of being horribly ill. All the wishes and presents that I received later was outweighed by what I felt that day. For the first time in seventeen years, I actually felt what it was like to be at home.

Antara

Cocoon

Through the woods I tread, a day in March
All has bloomed I see
The orange leaves have turned to green
The tulips prance in glee.

All is happy, a day in March
All, but a little soul
It struggles like it never did
To make its way through the hole.

I rest a while to see it so
The little soul tries in vain
It tries with all its strength and might
I feel my heart too pain.

I wait some more as it tries again
A new found vigour to try,
The butterflies it sees outside
Makes it to want to fly.

The final push with all its might
It's out, I see it sway
The caterpillar, now a butterfly
It did find its way.

I return home, a day in March
With a new found vigour indeed,
I swear to face life as it comes
My path the little soul did lead.

Antara

Was feeling a little low about not doing something that I must have done.

Days that have gone have let me do

The things that made me glad

A few things that were left undone   

Make me think I wish, I had.

Antara