Birthdays on Retrospection

Birthdays. Day of birth. Janmadiwas and what not. You only get one per year and there's always great expectations going into it. It did used to be the day when all your friends and family come over to your house, cut some cake, play games and tear open the gifts and just go bonkers with delight. And then you grow up and with that goes the joy you get from all the smaller things. You begin to understand, you become 'mature' and with that a little selfish. The number of gifts doesn't satisfy you anymore, it's what inside them that counts, family celebration tends to take the backseat and you only want to go out and party with your peeps. The expectations are much higher than before and you'll look forward to it more than ever. As the 18th approaches the feeling cannot be described. Officially an adult, legally permitted to do whatever you want, complete freedom in front of you and for special gifts for this special occasion. But then you slowly start to realize that birthdays are overrated. When you look back, you'll find them to be routine except for a few surprises and maybe some unforgettable moments but mostly just like any other day. All the parties and grand eloquent gestures don't seem to appeal to you anymore and the day turns out to be much more ordinary than you've imagined it to be. And if you happen to be in college, and if your birthday is anywhere near the exam time, you might as well just forget it's your birthday. They're gonna make you overwork and piss you off so bad that it pretty much ruins everything. So when you finally return from the ordeal you might find something as you go through all your birthday wishes, something that can turn your day around. It could be a small text from a long lost friend or a mail from a dear one but you will find it just when you've given up on trying to make it any better. And that's when you realize that sure, grand gestures are pretty great and make for a great snap but in the end it is the small things that count. The small things that make your day. The small things that bring back the joy of the past, the same joy of those parties with friends and family, of those silly little games and of ripping open those gifts. Because it is these small things that make you feel loved, and that's what makes birthdays so special.

Sweet Nostalgia

After years of tiresome days,
 I visited the place where I was made.
 It didn't changed with passing days
 But was beautiful and laid back as always
 While walking through the lonely grasses,
 I felt the presence of my young life.
 Old friends did bring up the old memories
 Everything had changed and yet it was all the same.
There was something about that place,
That despite having none of the hangout places we're used to,
Still made me come back for more.
And though time has passed and I moved on to different cities, better than this,
None of them captivated my heart,
Like that the heart of the country did.

The "Glorious" Purpose

The dead and dying laying in piles
carnage of the pointless war
buildings hazed to the ground
Nothing but devastation meets the eye
Young men and women back from the front
suffering from the horrors seen and committed
knowing they have blood on their hands
and for what? So that someone  can lay their claim on a piece of land? Certainly no gain earned.
What should always be remembered is that in war,
There is no enemy, there is no victory
Only young children who lost their lives in the sand.
Blindly following orders made from afar
people who have never seen the awful carnage
who sleep safe in warm beds with pleasant dreams
Because the rich wage wars and it is the poor who die
no God, no religion justifies slaughtering innocents to claim bragging rights.
You don't find sheep killing each other on someone else's command. 
Maybe if they had to spend a couple of weeks
fearing daily for their sorry worthless lives
amidst the wreckage that they have caused
If they see the families they've torn apart, the women they've widowed, the children they've orphaned.
If they can see that the price of war is not the billions of dollars of loses but the millions of innocent people being sacrificed in the name of peace
Maybe then they will see how pointless it was in the first place..

Music- The Soul of Life

Songs shape your lives. They have shaped my life since the past five to six years. Rhythm Metal, Heavy Metal, Rock, basically all forms of metal, Classical, Opera, Symphonies, Epics and Poems. You name it. I've heard it all. And loved them all.
Be it Mötorhead or Iron Maiden, Ramones or Green Day, Linkin Park or , Slipknot or Queen, Opeth or DT, Kula Shaker or Reverrse Polarity, Eagles or Neil Diamond, Metallica or Megadeth, Black Sabbath or Led Zeppelin. My life is full of music. Our lives are full of music. Full of the strums of the guitar, screams of the Electric and the "drnts" of the Bass. The beats of the drums and the plunks of the Piano, the shouts of singers and the raps of bozos, their narratives and their songs.
We may love one band or the other, one song or the other, the older albums or the newer ones, one genre over the other but it means a different thing to the various individual.
The melodies of these beats and notes and the occasional cacophonies of the thrash metal pieces will always be with us...
Reverberating in in our ears without a single betrayal of Profanity till the very end of the ends .......... In the End.
Music has A Place For my Head, in all our heads...it will never be Forgotten. Music, now i speak directly to you - "Hallowed Be Thy Name." Revelations that music gives us will one day take us to The Final Frontier maybe even just before 2 Minutes to Midnight, without a single Fear Of the Dark. Music will tell us when All Hope Is Gone, and Wherein Lies Continue...
If we may be Soldiers, Music will be in our ears when we Scream Aim Fire, when with a Hand Of Blood we pull out the backstabbing knives in our backs. Even if there is an event of Reverrse Polarity on the earth, Music will still be with us even as we just Ramble On
When thinking about The Catalyst in the chemistry practicals or think about the light of A Thousand Suns in theoretical Astrophysics, Music will always be with us.
When we sing the glory of Manchester United, Music is with us.
We may be Dead By Sunrise, but we will still Crawl Back In towards the Fire thinking about Horseshoes and Hand-grenades with 21 Guns facing us on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams doing the Dance Of Death counting the Number Of The Beast with the Flash of The Blade Where Eagles Dare, whether we would be Living after Midnight or just need 5 Minutes Alone, music is always there.
Even when we search for the Stairway to Heaven or find ourselves on the Highway to Hell, whether we are Paranoid or go Space Truckin', music always finds us.
Despite being a Man on The Edge, I, Out Of The Silent Planet will recognize the values of A Matter Of Life And Death and will strive to be Brighter Than a Thousand Suns.
When Hearts Burst Into Fire, we won't have 21st Century Breakdowns in case of thinking if East Jesus Nowhere is a truth.
Music will be there even if we have a Wavin' Flag right in front of our eyes, and we think about stalwarts and remember that a great man sung "Mile Sur Mera Tumhara" and a golden voice made us remember our martyrs with "O Mere Watan Ke Logon..."..............

Headache

My skull is strangling my mind again,
 the pressure aches and groans.
 Whoever thought that
 these petty little thoughts
 could be physically painful?
 I hold in my thoughts
 because you have problems too,
 and I don't want to
 make this all about me, you know?
 I see you, your worried smile,
 and I tell you "hey, it'll be fine."
 Of course it will,
 you can handle it, you're a tough
 person.
 But I can't help, I can't do anything for you,
 you're like a fish, drowning in vinegar behind
 a wall of glass.
 What then? What do I do when you're
 safe again, in a bowl of unfiltered water?
 So many times, you said the same
 to me.
 "Hey, it'll be fine." and you patted
 me on the head, and I put aside everything,
Just to make my face appear more bright.
Your family cares about you, I look up to you, these thoughts hurt.
 But how I can express it, when anything I do to show it,
only reveals the uselessness of ever asking me in the first place?
 Not like this, not where your heart and future is on the line.
 And I have to watch, passively,
 as you swim through hostile waters.

My Sister :*

Anusha, What Can I Say,
You Are The Best Sister
I Could've Ever Asked For
We Went Through A Lot When We Were Younger,
But You Helped Me Through It!
You Made Me Stronger.
I Am Thankful For That Every Day
So Thank-you For Always Being There For Me.
So On This Special Day 
I Wanted To Tell You How Much I Love You,
I Really Do!!!
I Know I Don't Say It Often But It's True.
I Love You!
 I Know We Fight a lot
But We Are siblings after all.
(We Always Forgive Each Other)!
It's Not The Fact That We Are "Blood"
But The Love I Have For You Tells Me That We Will Be FRIENDS Forever!
Happy Rakhshabandhan  

An Endless Sea with a Broken Beginning

As a number left the midst of numbers many more than none

Midnight was a matter of question, relatively relating no tale but one

Of sorrow, not of love nor hate but of something worse still

Sadness leeches out of this tale if it can your heart fill

Beginning an end but not ending the beginning that was once so long ago

Yet the sad story has a voice of its own and is but anything other than mellow

This story is so stranger, well, It has a beginning but has no end

The end can't be seen but the beginning is broken beyond mend

Not physically nor otherwise, nor a crack nor knot,

No skirmish exists here yet a rift plays its rot

Hands are tied beyond compare and legs nailed to the floor

And yet you see no end nor beginning save but an invisible door

Of what use is this door that cannot you see nor feel

And worse still it is that no one can see a seal

binding on the feet and hands without amends or pain

But harder still it is to see that all the traps have been lain

To see no choice ahead is bad enough but to see no problem is the worst there is

And to find no farewell or ending note is something that's sorely amiss

No seal can bind again this rift today; nor a boon will tomorrow

And this one thing is that which chills many-a-hardened marrow

No eyes can express guilt for deeds, nor any unnecessary denial

And yet you know that no potion will mend, no matter how large the phial

Sands won't record this fate, but stones will narrate the tale

Yet no carver nor novice engraved, and the sands now face the gale

No king nor slight ever has a story such, and yet each man has a great story to tell

This is but a humble one, but what makes you think this is mine to reveal ?

Cry you may if the tears you find, but sob do not for its not over yet

See the water harden the sand and the magma embellish it and set

And that which was unintended now has indeed become a halo

But no pipe or lute nor any flute nor a viola nor cello

Will ever help compose a lay as this for it is a man's life

And what a life it is indeed, to lie unaided in the rock

Even no bard nor poet dared ever to openly it mock

No corpse you see nor spirit felt, no hero and no villain here,

But what a tale it is indeed, fear not, for it isn't so near

A meddler he wasn't nor a peddler, nor a Count nor King

And you wonder aloud, what makes me all this sing ?

And yet I won't tell you the secret for there is none at all

Make what you will of this story, still, it never does stall

Meanings many it seems to have, but a reason only one

A reason none knows about, however done or undone

Think what you will of this, none of which mind I'll a lot,

For knots there be and still many more, but they matter not

Nor of friends nor foes is this, nor of anything soft

Yet this narrative is held high aloft

By truth, faith and fervor oft sought

Hereby I end this lay, this sorry tale of no man that lived

Lived he did but not the way you think he did

But further I shan't say anymore

As listeners and readers alike find the meaning evermore....