Remember the boy who cried wolf, Deceiving the good folk again and again, Not realizing the repercussions, The villagers lost faith. Remember the boy who cried wolf, Whose momentary lapse in judgement, For a fading temporary amusement, Lost him his life and livelihood. Not knowing the repercussions, He amused in the pleasure of his actions, Not knowing the consequence, He indulged in his dishonest deeds. When the day of reconning arrived, He was standing alone, Facing the might of karma, What goes around comes back around The lessons of honesty and faith he learnt, Though too little too late, Passed down through generations, From a mother to son, father to daughter Helping mold young minds, To imbibe the values of honesty, In the grand scheme of things, Understand the value of trust and faith. But life is such, It tempts one to lie and cheat, Than stand your ground, Because it is easier to sway.

I saw a paper cup on the road, Run nomadically with the wind, You had asked me to pick it up, But I failed to consider. Then I saw another,  And I wondered if it was same, Again I heard you say, Yet I ignored thinking it was insignificant One the third day, I saw the cup again, The tea stains had dried, But the cup was still there. The litter was now starting to grow, An insignificant action not taken had gained prominence, Now there were many, Their number grew everyday. I regarded myself as a conscientious human, Yet I had failed to notice, By being oblivious,  I had become guilty Nature is a cruel master, To those who take her for granted, To those who believe they are not liable, We are but tenants in her paradise. So I urge myself pick it up today, When you see a papercup flying with the wind, Feel the responsibility to pick it up, So that tomorrow is another wonderful day.

I hear life is full of change, And maybe some of them are true, But if time is kind, may be, we be able to start where we'd part ways. I may fall at the chances I take, Destiny may even twist my fate, I may hit rock bottom time and again, But the war against life shall be mine to claim. Thou shall not dictate my rules of engagement, Nor shall thou determine the meaning of my existence, They lie solely at my discretion, Every life to his or her own. I maybe a dot in this universe, Living to make a difference, It might not be significant today, But I wait for the dee day to rise.

When the light starts to wane, What do you see, When you see no possibility, Where do you go. When all seems unjust and unfair, Where do you find the fire to go on, Brush away everything that's happening, And thrust forward tirelessly. In god we trust to bring us luck, Bring us clarity in each step, Clarity in the path we choose, Clarity in the reasons we do what we do. If I am to will through, Let me do so learning, If I am to burn away my time, Let me do so with purpose. At the end of the day when I look back, Allow me this promise as I drift away, Though I don't see it today, The purpose of my existence isn't that far away.

There is a chill in the winds right before a storm, They are like a proclamation song, They say, brace yourself,  We are here. As drops of water create cirles in puddles, Dogs and cats scurry to find shelter, Strong winds signalling the onslaught, With skies breaking over our heads. Leaves twisting and turning, Bowing down to the sovereignty of winds, The weak giving way to the young, The cruel nature of creation. For one to be born, one must die, And in his place the young shall rise, The old giving way to the new, And the cycle of life repeats. In the aftermath of a pouring rain, The leaves don't look up at the sky, They all look at the ground beneath, And they do so in unison. They look at the roots of their origin, The source of their birth, And sway together while they say, Thank you for enduring. When all ends they all come out to play, To celebrate the onset of monsoon, Because beyond the relms of language, All creatures understand the romance of rain.

I realize how my mind wraps around me, The many quirks it's created, An aura of distance around me, While on this ball of dirt, I live on another. Possessed by my alter ego, The rules of engagement here very difficult, To say the least, On my Mars, I live in solitude. The fun loving boy slowly fading, The one stepping in his shoes, Unforgiving and fierce, Ruthless in his game. I thought change would be subtle, But I can feel it in my blood, Able to sense the change in my attitude, I can see the change setting in. Thought this would be a temporary arrangement, To get me where I want to be, Reach those impossible dreams, Now I feel there is no return. Do I go deeper with who I am, Or should I revert back to who I was, Do I end my resolve today, Or chase it down as long as I am able. I will neither loose nor give up, For as long I am alive, I will write my history ferociously, And live on across time in memories.

You said I was pushing your non existent ego,  You have no idea how you were toying around with mine, While you fought with me for what you believed is right, You have no idea how I found myself overcome by your confidence. There is another version of me, From whom I derive an abundance of raw unnerving confidence, The steep price I pay is my absolute control, He is as much me as I am him. But that said, I have an immense amount of respect for you, I know, cause my ego would not give me solace otherwise, Despite the verbal wars we endure, Some part of me enjoys the competition you provide. The other day you spoke about gratitude, I remember it from the way father told me,  I was blown away by the similar weight they carried, You my dear friend, are a diamond in the rough. I'd like to be there when it finally shines, A front row seat to watch the story unfold, After all, it isn't everyday I meet someone, Whom my ego would let me play.

Everyday there is someone new. There are few who walk out. Life takes one far and wide. Some are around for a very short while, others stick around a little longer. Eventually your journey is your own. In the end all that remains is a fading memory. Whether you remember is up to you. Did that random human, animal, forest, or moment leave an impression on you worth not forgetting... Through the years they came, At different junctures we met, Leaving behind small impressions, We are but passengers travelling together. Our pen friends, Our dear loved, Those unforgettable individuals, And the forgotten encounters. All passengers sharing a seat together, Boarding from platforms unknown, Only to alight at another, The journey is all that remains. Strangers with whom we shared a memory, The high and the lows, Our happiness and our sorrow, We are but passengers on a train. I know not the destination, Only that this is where I must be, I know not the people I...

It is the journey that counts, the destination is irrelevant. The destination is the cherry on top. One that gives you the bliss and satisfaction of completion. I see skies like none seen before, I see a lake greener than evergreen forests. A serene beauty standing alongside a reservoir. Trekking is most fun on summer days covered by clouds skies. It is an immense amount of hard work to see something cameras fail to comprehend. Having a lake at the foothills just makes it perfect. Nothing like cold water to let all that sink in. Floating on surface of the lake, looking at the sky and remembering the sun peeping out from the clouds. The rays getting scattered across the barren rocks while cold winds sings into my ears. I'd like to remember it all forever. The next time I climb up there, the sun might not be so forgiving.

Can you dream the capacity of a mother, The unparalleled reach of her affection, Depths of courage she finds, Caring for loved ones. Once a daughter, The apple of the eye, She will always be, Beautiful by creation. If there ever be good so pure, It shall lie in the arms of the mother, In the eyes of the angel looking at the loved, In the bonds between a father and a daughter. If there ever be one born to raise above all, Leave behind beautiful scars of memory, In everything she touches, In everyone she stumbles across. In the depths of darkness, If one were to chance upon hope, Look for solace in the hour of need, Look for them in her arms. Angels walking among mortals, Defining the course of our existence, Our past, present and future, In the arms of the women of our world. The arms that carried us from birth, More capable to carry the burden of world, Lead by example to a better tomorrow, One filled a touch of humanit...

Time has flown swiftly, I stumbled on to them accidentally, Hidden among the folders, Songs I have long forgotten. Today I am reminiscing, Of a song I used to listen, Often with a sunset in front, I realize I'll felt this before. A collection of songs I frequented, The memory of days gone by, Etched in the rhythm and words, Finally I am feeling my age. But none so beautiful, As to make me travel back, Meet a version of the myself, Quite naive but with an epic playlist. I remember the epic romances of my decade, I am glad they are still together, I remember songs associated with people, Now I see how they have lived. Fortunate to have been surrounded by musicians, Who filled the sounds in my room, Misfits in an engineer college, Who shared something unique. Worn out by the expectation of society, Found common ground in symphonies, Filled days of labor with, Music by the gods of guitar. Someday, I'd like to reach back, To a history that is long gone, And be part of a ...