Love Doesn’t Last


You dream yourself a life,
Envision yourself a shadow,
Close your eyes and pray,
For just the perfect tomorrow.

A story you wish to write,
Short, about two friends,
Design a happy ending,
And all you end up with is a fight.

A deep cup of coffee,
Deeper conversations still,
So much said in the silence,
So much that couldn’t be.

Memories that were made to be shared,
To be cherished by just you two,
They run down your face in tears,
Sign of a heart way beyond repair.

Isn’t this the story,
The one you set out to write,
You may not know this now,
That love’s end is always gory.

Call me a naysayer, or what you may,
History bears witness,
And broken hearts tell stories,
That true or not, Love doesn’t stay.

As Within So Without.

It’s an awakening to find your self in unfamiliar territory with no directions and absolutely no faith. Being lost is one thing. Being lost and helpless is another. Ask a child who got separated from his parents in a crowd. Heart in his throat, scary stories of what happens to abducted kids in his mind. But we aren’t kids anymore. Now we’re as helpless as we believe ourselves to be. Now regardless of how lost we are, our intuitions have been trained to guide us. Finding your inner peace and direction takes some serious practice, and a good measure of patience. Our gut and the weapons we need to use it, have to be earned through a lot of suffering and pain. But the fruits of this labor are as sweet, as the taste of life without it is bitter.

Coming from a rough childhood and a pretty adventurous teenage, I’d mastered the art of living in the moment with not a care for tomorrow. Somehow, with time, what everyone else wanted and needed from me became more important, took priority. So it was no wonder that I always got the thin end of the stick, and the way that astounded me was sad. Unaware of the simplest of life’s truths. You are exactly what you want to be. I wanted to be the sacrificial lamb. I wanted to be relevant and I chose to do that by giving a piece of me to everyone.

It’s been a harsh lesson. One that I had learnt before too, but it was too long ago and I was much stronger then. I’ve started the journey of trusting myself again. It’s such a revelation. Human beings, as a rule, will believe anything that makes them feel like they’re the victim and that they are entitled to protection and vindication, in any form. At least the majority of them do. It’s a vice that takes a lot of gumption to break out of. I’ve been struggling with it. I should know.

So since life waits for no one, I figured, I had better relearn the good stuff. It’s been a long, tough, and tiring journey, and by no means is it over, but boy has it taught me what I’m really made of. It took a lot of work from a lot of people for me to even begin this journey. I wish that everyone sooner or later opens their eyes to what it is that they really want from themselves. What they want from the world and what the world wants from them is secondary. Hard lesson but well learnt. Sometimes situations make us want things that we don’t really need. In those moments of weakness, we make choices that hang around our necks like our personal crucifixes. The art to rising above, is literally that- Rise above. Learn to step back and take a look. An objective and impassioned look at the stakes. Too close to the system and you’ll miss the glitch, that’s the usual story. I’m learning to step back with all the faith and optimism in me. My only hope to fix and understand the mysteries that come with the age and time I live in, is to arm myself with everything that is strong in me.

Also, I’ve learnt the value of self- investment. Let me simplify- invest in yourself. It could be anything, but as long there is one thing that you do everyday for purely selfish reasons, you’ll find its much easier to be a better person. My partner in crime, Snigdha recently commented, and she does that a lot so it’s hard to keep a track, but she recently commented on how I seemed calmer. Those of you who know me, know that calmness is not my strong suit. She also brought to my notice, the fact that I’m absolutely ungrateful and ungracious about receiving compliments. Low self- esteem maybe? Remnants of a misspent adolescence? You bet. Both these observations arose from my personal growth project(top-secret). This self- investment has given me the pause that I needed now, more than ever. It’s teaching me to step back. It’s showing me my flaws. My friends and family are happier around me, and I could not be happier seeing them breathe easy again. Such peace I’ve found after years, and I say this with not an iota of exaggeration(touch wood).

I still fight my demons and still question myself every now and then. The difference is, that now I know that I can make the best of what I get. The way I see it, too many lemons make for a lot of tequila. I raise a toast to everyone who will land on this page to read my midnight ramblings and rants. Thank you for being a part of the healing. Thank you for giving me the push to get the sickness out of me. I’m not accepting an award, and this is not my acceptance speech, but now that the flood gates have been opened, the gratitude just cannot be contained.

This post is very personal to me and I want a few of you to know how much you helped. Mum n Dad, I’m speechless and stunned at your sheer capacity for love and respect. It’s always going to be my most important achievement that I could make you proud, in any small way that I could. Snigdha, I don’t have to say it. Words wont do you justice and you’re not someone who can be shortchanged. I hope I bring as much color to your life as you bring to mine. SC and PK(I’m assuming you guys will want this kept under wraps) god bless you for silently supporting me. Every coffee break and every gossip and gyan session means more to me than I will ever be able to tell you. You took me under your wings as protectively and unconditionally as I could have hoped for. Abhishek, my late night walking buddy, for hearing all my theories and stories and for being a constant critic to all my writing. You’re right, I’m fun. Arjun, for this beautiful gift that you gave me without knowing how desperately I needed it.  All the advice and all the trash talk has been legendary. And last, but by no means the least, Akshit, by bloodhound of a brother, for pampering me one minute and fighting about who gets the remote the second. You’ve reminded me of how it feels to have family around. You’re way too cute and cuddly for me to resist. I hope you tap into all that latent potential and become the best that you can be.

What would life be without that random phone call, the impromptu dinner, the bitching and tale tattling, the crazy adventures and escapades, the all nighters and the sweet soft moments with people you love. My sincere gratitude and a simple thank you to everyone who’s a part of my story. The balance that I seem to have found has come after paying a heavy price. My one take away is this: peace comes with practice and patience. And when it does, situations don’t matter and adversity backs down in front of you. Truly, one must be as within as one is without.