You mean a lot to me and forever will .....

This is to Tejas and Digvijay, two of my friends who in Indore, came into my life out of blue moon, for no reason at all and have blessed me when I wrote this poem Me, Tejas and Diggi were all going through some shitty problems and crisis in life and you know what?? I didn't come to know about that till I come back to world as I was in my aestivation aka seclusion at that point of time but I guess its some supreme powers will that I had some premonition that all of us are struggling and missing each other so I wrote this poem.

This poem is mainly inspired by Tejas and partially inspired by Diggi. Sorry Diggi what I have in mind for you I have not written maybe some day I will make my Lazy butt sit and write it out for its been there too long.

To people I have always been afraid that some jackass will steal my work and pass it off as his hers so please don't do that as this is sacred shit word are but this one is special as this is for people I love so this is like "Holier than Thou!!" stuff.

Here it goes:

Dearest brother for past few days,

We haven't been Talking.

The reasons to me are unknown,

But its not me who should be complaining.

As you very well know,

Life is too unforgiving.

And I am just a soul,

Still caught up in juggling.

In this business of life,

I have been too lost studying.

Or shall I say,

Doing a last Ditch effort to Improve my Standing.

Somehow I am,

Not only tired of this meandering.

Or too angry,

At the the People I see in surrounding.

Baffled as to how,

I see so many clowns with so strong Ignoring.

Or how did they encroach me,

When I have been continuously sieving.

The feeling of being Lost,

Is not new for us two beings.

But its is the realisation of things failing,

For which I have been standing.

To come so far, fight so hard,

Realising that my heaven is nothing.

The dimwits who knew and still know nothing,

Tell me what is my liking.

They don't stop there,

They dare to do manic preaching.

I am still immune to their blabbering,

And their lectures best termed as snarling.

And I am pretty sure,

This strength of mine will never be corroding

But its my passion, my music,

Which I feel has been betraying.

Betraying may be a strong word,

As it still leaves me exhilarating.

But I must confess,

The questions and the lack of answers is bewildering.

For a man who has only believed,

In A being and A and nothing.

This moment of wilderness,

Has left me confusing.

The bliss of life for me was,

Standing on wet grass and its feeling.

The flight of birds,

And their majestic chirping.

Though my passion and love,

Music is still comforting.

But at times I do feel,

That now its repetitive which is maddening.

May be I am expecting too much....

But I have forever been demanding.

Absence of people termed as sane and sensible,

Has made my condition fusion reacting....exponentially aggravating.

And with you afar,

In your soul searching

I feel I going down in ocean,

I feel I is Drowning.

I struggle, I struggle more,

But more I struggle more I feel Suffocating.

Is it my life that I am living?

Or in wet sand I am sinking?

I have this strange feeling,

I am being carried away and my vision is darkening.

I yearn for those moments revolving around Maggi and Coffee,

When always at the end of this whining you made me realise things are not as bad as they seem to be.

----Pratik 01.08.2010