Someday I will..

Hope is a curious thing. It brings to you a world, which you couldn't have otherwise. Hoping against the hope; someday you will live that life you always wanted to live. Not giving a damn. Writing a book somewhere far away from the maddening crowd of the city you live in. Wandering through the snow covered mountains of your beloved land. Or, just lying under the starry sky of the endless desert. Just, be.. Hope, is a curious thing, after all!

I see a white sail

skipping cross a blue bay

and I say Someday I Will

I see a young man

strumming on a green guitar

and I say Someday I Will

It is these little things that reminds you of your dreams. You are suddenly made aware of your existence; you are reminded of all such adventures you wanted to pursue, and there was always that 'some day I will..'

I don't have a plan

It's not that kind of thing

I'm not Martin Luther King

I don't have a dream

It's just sometimes I know

That's the way I'm supposed to go

No, there is no plan. You just always assumed it will happen on its own; life will change its course, and things will fall into the right places. But, no they don't..

I see a flying boat

and I get a lump in my throat

and I say Someday I Will

Someday

It is these little things which bring you closer to yourself. It is this after all, that you wished to be. You have accumulated all these little 'some day I will'-s and somehow you forget about them. Life teaches you that all your silly little plans were immature, and foolish. But then again, you know they were not! No, they certainly were not. It is those small things that you have collected, and it is your wish if you want to throw them away, or make them the 'looking forward to..' goals. Because, you have to believe it from within.. that.. 'someday I will..'

So whatever thrills you

Anything you love to do

Just say someday I will

Don't need to know who

May help you make it come true

Just say someday I will

Because you know what! Life takes its own course, but you do have the power to change. So, take that leap of faith, and change the way life itself is. Instead of waiting for life to take you somewhere, try to take life somewhere; somewhere where there is hope, a place you have been creating in your head for all these years... 

Don't have to work it all out

Don't have to tear it all apart

All you need's a place to start

And if it never worked before

Try it just once more

That's what your heart if for

Just, try! Because, hope is a curious thing after all!

What is Normal?

I remember meeting you in a life that was fair, and happy. Oh! I remember that. All that happiness, and the lack of efforts. What happened to all of that? Why has it become so difficult to look you in the eye, and tell you, everything there is not, to life without you! Why can we not stand this eerie silence anymore? I remember how words were not needed back then. I remember the happiness that came with every time my eye blinked, looking at you. It all seems like a long distant past, but somehow it's still a part of my present. While you're not..

Happiness has become such an elusive term now, what with the ever increasing pressure to pretend to be okay and happy. It is almost impossible to be unhappy in this perfect little setup, where, all these questions hover around and tear you apart. I remember being that, and was still okay with it. Why is it that I can no longer be glum, without having a tinge of pretense to it. And then there is this happiness, which is almost alien to everyone now. Nothing makes anyone happy. It's as if we fear it; we are scared that happiness is a torment in disguise. Where did the normalcy disappear? 

But then again, what is normal? To you, it's you; to me, it's me. We all live in a world that is not normal. Then how exactly are you? You cannot question my inability to detach myself with what is gone. I cannot question your saying there never was a past. We are but a part of the same page, only our books are different!

And I do remember it all.. Oh! I remember everything.

You think by now, you'll get used to it. You wouldn't be affected by any of it. But it's been more than a long time, and yet here you are...

The future belongs to you, don't let someone else be your past.