People don’t change with time, But change with the priorities they define.

The priorities I set were changed everytime.
I still don’t remember how writing with my first pen changed into typing my computer keys for the first time.

I started my journey by reading novels and writing essays to become a writer,
But now I am coding all day in front of a screen to become a programmer.

I realized that the childish innocent heart once asking for just happiness,
Is now the brain telling me to work restless.

Growing old, traveling to places, getting new jobs showed a turning point in life,
Only to discover that this difference was essential as my priorities diversify.

I know you all are a little disheartened to hear that after a few years my habits are alterated,
But I shouldn’t apologize because what do you think?….even my favourite games are remoulded.

Being a kid I used to think that changing with time is so imprecise,
But when I got matured I concluded that changing with priorities is absolutely fine!


The Sun-My Soulmate

It’s been engrossing that for a long time the simple elements of this universe, the sun, the moon, the sky, the clouds, the stars and so forth had played a great role in depicting lives. Everyone belong to these elements in some way or the other because we have been always tied to this universe ever since we have sown the seeds of mankind. My youth passed away wondering which elements I was. It was not long enough when I realized that I’m the sky in the shades of pink and blues, sometimes warm and sometimes cool. High above the ground with all my dreams like heaven. But sometimes I feel little empty. Even though the haze always surrounds me but now I’m too tired of these clouds, these liars which comes and go away with the envious wind. Everyday they change into new forms and different shapes. I’ve seen their various faces at various point of times that I’ve believed it’s all a hoax going around. These are just temporary companions. I need someone too fixed in my life now like the sun which cannot be moved an inch however strong the wind is. The beauty of rain and monsoon might look remarkable but a sunny and bright day can never go out of bliss. It always gives joy over gloom. It’s beautiful that how even moon is alive because of sun. It’s the moon which looks forward to sun each and every night. Even a colourful rainbow breathes with the sunlight falling the raindrops. The ones admiring the monsoon had perhaps never seen the beauty of sunshine. Period

Hello, Goodbye

You say hello after every bye,
But how will I ever hear anything from you after your final goodbye?

Just like a bright day comes after every scary night,
Your talks give me so much delight.

My dreams are turning into imaginations,
But when will you fully wrap your arms around me till satisfaction?

If you ever tell me about your dislikes.
I promise you will never be in a need to tell me about your likes.

You come in my life once in a while like an eclipse,
But I want you to be there with me till the apocalypse.

The reason I don’t wanna shut these eyes just to see each time you smile,
I desperately ask God, why you made my heart so fragile?

More than half of the guilts I have kept,
When the love letters I have ever written were while I wept.

How will I tell you all this with so much glory?
When all you will be just an apology!

I cannot tell you everything with this monotone
Because then you will leave me and forever gone.

All these thoughts inside me runs like a fear,
So I wish these things you never hear.

Atleast you say hello after bye,
But how will I ever hear anything from you after your final goodbye!

The Escapist

You know what’s an escapist ??
It has not only been a freedom from confinement but a new way for someone to live life. I was one of them.  People say it is a negative attitude but I made it the only reason to enjoy my life. Few things didn’t changed from junior to high school. As far as I remember my behavior in junior school was very shy and quiet. I didn’t liked to talk much. But at the same time disturbed by the thought of being different. I know how it hurts to be alone but just as I said that I was an escapist… whenever I was alone sitting at the corner of classroom I used to distract my mind from the surroundings and used to go in my own world of imagination. The world full of  daydreams. There were many thoughts which distracted my mind and gave happiness from within. Many of my classmates approched to me while passing by. Some doubted my presence and some mocked my abnormality. Their questions ‘ How can you sit alone all day and still be happy? ‘ crowded around me like anything. It irritated me. I never asked them why do they behave like animals. Let me be who I am. But one regret I always had. I knew that as I’ll grow older these memories will swipe away one day and I couldn’t afford to forget it. Since they were my only reasons worth living for. So I found an alternative to preserve my thoughts. I wrote  it down in a book which I called…….’ THE ESCAPIST ‘.