THROUGH THE WINDOW

Through the window, across the town

I see people enjoying night life

Unaware of the residing silence on the other end

Through the window, across the hall

I see hopeful eyes waiting

Unsure of when their loved ones will return

Through the window, across the door

I stare at you with similar hopes

Stronger than hopeful that you will return

THIS MOMENT

In this moment of weakness

I wish I could take your place

And let you take a breath

In this moment of chaos

I wish I could shut you from the world

And let you rest your eyes

In this moment of heartbreak

I wish I could hold your heart

And save it from shattering

In this moment I wish I could change this moment 

SHE WAS

She was once a daughter

Who was joy to her parents

She was once a little sister

Who always kept seeking attention

She was once a friend

Who was more than just a friend

She was once a wife

Who was a perfect other half of someone special

She was once a mother

Who loved and gave warm embraces to her children

She was once a grandmother

Who radiated of pure love

She was…yes she was

Because, now all that remains of her is her memory,

Memory of who she was

FUNNY GAME

This game is funny

I don’t know if I am here

And I don’t know if I will be there

I am not certain of this moment

Let alone the moment seconds away from me

I wondered what will happen next

Perhaps I will always wonder

And wondering is a part of this game

This funny game called life

YOU SAVED ME!

I was drowning

Gasping for air even in an open space

I was alone

Trying to be seen and heard even in a crowd

I was dying

Clinging on to life even though I saw no hope

Then I met you

And for the first time

I felt the gush of fresh air in me

Like a new born baby

I felt seen and heard even when alone

As if the silence was humming to me

I felt alive and I knew I was saved

You saved me J

WILL YOU REMEMBER ME?

Sometimes, late at night

I stay awake and wonder

If I am gone, will you notice

That I am not there and I am gone

Will you remember me?

I am the girl who laughed a lot

The one who had a lot of dreams

I wonder what will happen to those dreams

If I shared those dreams with you

Will you remember me?

I want to write my song and sing it

If I sing that song to you everyday

Will you wonder what happened to me

When I stop singing it to you

Will you remember me?

But to be honest, I don’t want that

I want you to remember me

Because you miss me

And not because I keep asking

Will you remember me?

LANGUAGE

To me the most beautiful language is neither my national language nor the international language, it is the SIGN LANGUAGE. The beauty of this language is, it helps a person deprived of sound speak. No language on earth can do this but sign language. So hats off to whoever was smart and brave enough to first develop this language. Smart for obvious reasons and brave for not worrying or caring about what the people has to say to him/her…because in the society everything brilliant has to be criticized and beaten down at first by the rest of the world for being different.

But thanks to him/her for having the courage to create sign language and armouring all those special people with such strong weapon and giving them the opportunity to walk at par with the rest of the so called “normal” people. But to be really honest, they are way better human than we can ever be…they know they are different and has this enormous heart to live with this fact HAPPILY for the rest of their lives. They don’t complain about their shortcoming rather fight and sharpen rest of their remaining abilities. They are supposedly less capable than rest of us, but they never let that happen because their belief says something else…they believe that they are different…to be better and special.

I can never compare myself with such special people but I wanna be a part of their society. I wish to learn this language and communicate with those special set of people in a very beautiful and unique way using unspoken words. It’s an art and I know it takes a lot of hard work to master it yet I would love to give it a shot for nothing would make me more proud but me knowing this special language.