At Sea

I was lost

I was cold

And at what cost?

I wasn’t told

I thought I was ready

I thought I was safe

They told me to be weary

But I couldn’t escape

Unprepared and unfinished,

I felt the need to be punished

But when my fears overcame,

I realized this wasn’t a game

I did my best,

With what I was blessed;

I used my mind

But the answers were hard to find

I tried and persevered;

Until the end neared

I thought I did well,

To go through that hell

The result did come,

Though not good for some

The turn was mine

And I got seventy-nine!

I felt satisfied and relieved

At something I never believed

To come true for me

This must have been my destiny.

But I couldn’t forget that day

On which the price I’ve yet to pay

It haunts me even now

Though I don’t know how

I was longing to be free

The day I found myself

At sea.

Wheels Of Glory

My holidays had just started a couple of days back and I vowed to finally fix and clean up my very dirty and rusted 4 year old cycle. I had received my cycle on my 11th birthday as a gift from my mother and my brother who very blatantly gave away the secret while he was talking on the phone. When he brought the cycle down for me, I was so thrilled that the moment I got on top of my cycle, I slipped from it’s seat and my delicate area hit the frame of the cycle rather painfully. Nevertheless, I got back to my senses, and started riding it. The moment I moved, I felt like I needed to go faster and faster until I reached the speed of light. I know it sounds a bit extravagant, but at that time I just wanted to ride my cycle and never stop. And from that day onwards, I rode my cycle everyday as if they were the last and I showed it off like how a robber would stick his gun out. I had every reason to because it was shiny, blue and had bright yellow streaks of fire running down the frame. It was quite a piece of art, and I loved it. The thing was that, whenever I started cycling, I couldn’t stop. I would go on ’till I found some proper excuses to go back home like, “Man, it’s too dark!” or “I think I’m feeling a little hungry”.
Then the day came when I shifted my house and entered into an entirely new area of observation. This meant that I could go around on my cycle and discover all of the streets, get to know them and find some awesome wide roads fit for just cycling. One thing although I hate about cyclists is that whenever they ride on the road, it’s like as if they’re riding a Mercedes-Benz or a Rolls Royce. They go right at the centre of the road, coming in people’s way and peddle so slowly that my brother can’t help but use profanity against them.
Anyway, as time went by my cycle started gathering dust in it’s corner as I was too caught up with other things(like laziness) that I didn’t have time for it. My cycle had been through a lot and it was clearly seen and I wanted to revive it but never had a proper opportunity to do so(mostly because I was lazy). But now, after sitting outside the door of my house one afternoon and cleaning every single inch of my cycle and getting it done up, I looked at it and I felt that same nostalgic feeling I got when I first got my cycle and I remembered all those fun memories I had riding it.
So I just eagerly sat on my cycle, smiled, and rode into the sunset.

THIS SMALL world

You know, people always say that the world is a small place. But I don’t know how far that is true. Sure technology has come up with ways to enhance our communication capabilities with other people all over the world. But could it be possible that the person sitting right next to you in the cinema hall was a long lost friend from the distant past? Well, it maybe coincidence or what some may call ‘destiny’ which I think is just plain crap. But I do believe in coincidence; once in a while at-least, but I’ve not quite yet experienced it. And I’m not saying that it is impossible for it to happen. People from all over the world come to meet in different ways by the net, or the phone, or the nearest coffee shop or at any other place as a matter of fact. And it is these type of catalysts (like the net) which help make contacts faster   
 
Face it, the world is a pretty big place but that doesn’t stop people from socializing with other people from across the globe. And as they say everyone is related in some way or the other. Okay, supposing you have a friend who’s friend’s, friend’s cousin’s sister’s friend is you, then you are somewhat connected to all the people in the middle. I know it’s complicated but it’s really neat because the more friends you make, the more you come to know the whole world. And who knows? One day you might just turn around in the cinema hall and find your long lost friend from the distant past with your new friend from the near future. It’s not impossible.