That Girl With The Mona Lisa Smile!

I guess I am to blame,

I saw her every day,

But didn't know her name!

She lived right across the street,

But we never got to meet!

And then we met in the park,

Smiled, said hello,

And continued running in the arc,

That day, I ran an extra mile,

Just to be with,

That girl with the Mona Lisa smile!

And Meeting and spending time became a routine,

With her, life was, what it had never been,

Fun, frolic, lively and worthwhile,

All because of

That girl with the Mona Lisa smile!

And the day I fell in love with her,

The reality began to blur,

I loved her eyes her skin and even her plait,

In her, I saw, my soul mate!

And so I thought, what I feel I should tell,

I love you, on the top of my voice, I wanted to yell!

This wasn't me, this wasn't my style,

But it all looked correct

For

That girl with the Mona Lisa smile!

And it seemed like a dream,

But dreams are never true,

Sudden, as it began,

Sudden, as it grew,

The illusion would disappear suddenly,

I had the deja vu.

And it ended too soon,

The smitten phase, the honeymoon,

No summers for me,

The spring of my life was followed by just monsoon,

Who would have taught me that heart is fragile,

No one, but

That girl with the Mona Lisa smile!

And everyday spent with her.

Is etched in my memory,

These memories are forever,

Like a beautiful and serene poetry.

And I may move on and love again,

But I ll still always maintain,

That she was the first,

And she would not fade away,

Even for a while.

She....

That girl with the Mona Lisa smile!

Vote for me now!

And He Ran Like A Man Possessed...

Miles away from failure
A step towards success
Yet miles away from reality

Like a cruel game of chess

With sweat glistening on his forehead

He ran like a man possessed

His legs trembling
His eyes tearful
His body numbing
He shouted without a voice
Ignoring everyone who had gathered around

Waiting for him to give up

But he had made a choice

Looking up
Staring the zero in its eye
He suddenly sped
And ran like a man possessed

With his world crumbling before his eyes
Only a little was left under control

That gave some peaceful moments and hope to his soul

Where he could deny descent
And aimed for the summits
Not for victory but to play the game of grits
He challenged himself and pushed his limits

Forgetting for a little while, his self-detest
And ran like a man possessed

With logic outdone by sheer arrogance

He reminded himself that he could still be a winner

Here he renewed his belligerence

Letting go of all that was repressed
He ran , he ran,
And he ran like a man possessed

Barriers...

The party had begun.

He was there, as always, the first one! They could trust him.

Finally, he had won their trust! Step 1-check!

Some thought he used to do all this to fit in. Probably, he did.

He had made every effort to make himself feel at home. He was desperate to adjust to this new culture. He had started to enjoy the cuisine too, though it was very different from his native one. Effort, some more effort, and I will be a part of them, he used to tell himself. His efforts were genuine and he honestly enjoyed their company and was eager to learn about their traditions. Sometimes, he would vouch for their viewpoint even in their absence, among his own peers.

Progress

Why was he so desperate?

At first it was forced and unavoidable circumstances that pushed him to an unknown territory. But later it turned into an experience. Spending your life with people who have been brought up in a culture alien to him was exciting. Of course, since he was the “different” one, he had to make the efforts.

But language, his biggest nemesis! The people were very nice and they never let him feel like an outcast. They made the process easy. He started to pick some words here and there, and like a two year old trying to speak his first words, he tried to make some sense. Most of the times he didn’t, but he kept trying! He would try to jump in some conversations hoping he wouldn’t make a fool of himself. Well, only sometimes he didn’t!

The party had started to gain momentum. Drinks were being served and there was light music. He was with his gang!

Yes, it was his gang! Step 2-check!

He looked around in a moment of solitude. There were happy and smiling faces. There was fun, frolic and laughter. He didn’t understand why were they laughing but he smiled in his own space. Language is significant. It’s one’s pride and identity. But for an outsider, it sure is a hindrance! Culture, cuisine and traditions are easy, language is a big one! How is one supposed to be a part of someone else’s life if he can’t understand them 90% of the time? In happier times, it goes unnoticed. It’s the times when you want someone close to you or you want to be close to the people you care about where this becomes suffocating.

Fitting in-it’s all an illusion, a big and dreadful illusion!

He realized he might not fit in, forever, but he enjoyed the illusion.

Somebody called his name and asked why was he away and what was he thinking? Other one pointed at a girl and winked! He laughed and showed the beer he was carrying towards them!

It seemed as if the illusion survived one more night!

Until…

They started another conversation in their language and he missed every bit of it!

Barriers, damn barriers, he thought, still a long way to go!