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Wanna forget everything,

Of the good, of the best,                               Of the sad, of the rest.

Of the happy, of the bliss,                           of the sorry, of the please.

Of the speech, of the silence,                     of the harsh, of the violence.

Of the love, of the care,                                 of the many, of the rare.

Of the memories, of the moments,           of the act, of the movements.

Of the cry, of the tears,                                of the glee that disappears.

Of the clatter, of the piece,                           of the matter, of the peace.

Of the ups, of the high,                                 of the downs, of the dry.

Of the bravura, of the confidence,               of the mess, of the incidence.

Of the dears, of the close,                               of the distant, of the foes.

Of the zeal, of the ambition,                       of the fear, of the cessation.

Of the knacks, of the thought,                    of the nonentity, of the nought.

Of the group, of the people,                        of the spared, of the single.

Of the part, of the whole,                             of the life, of the soul.

Sitting in mass, through many stations I pass, I write about my dreams of glass.

They seem so beautiful & awesome, every night in my sleep they come.

Of the college, fests, career, Audi & chum, not many I have only few to sum.

In the daylight, they break one by one, in thousand of pieces & ton.

It pricks, it hurts my heart and conscience, but it still glitters and shines.

For the four eyes filles with tears, only one man to say cheers.

A soul who will never leave me sole, for him I want to dedicate my life whole.

Dreams of glass are all fake & fade, help’s to face the reality & stronger it make.

No more to face for God’s sake, let me be happy with the decision I take.

Expressions of mask, there is hardly anyone to ask.

So enthusiastic and ebullient, full of vigour and excitement.

Within lies the real pain, all of the memories forming a chain.

I am jaded of playing a double role, my heart is left alone & also my soul.

I has lived life in that moment, but realised that some things are just not meant.

With everyone demanding equality across arenas to be treated at par,               I see uniformity is the new diversity.

To strive with the rapidly diverging spheres of world,  I observe that constant (efforts) is the new change.

Where each one aiming for sky, being low is the new high.

In this league of 20-20, where we need to show care and affection towards others on planet, being human is the new humanity.

Elated appearances on Facebook,
Surrel triumph or conceits of fluke ?     The advents of new journey & hook ups, Few prevailing times of humour & snubs.

Various emoticons of giggle & laughter, And they live happily ever after ???

The foreign travel & vacations,         selfies with gestures of adoration. Propagation of glitz & glamour, accessories, apparels, food & flavour.

May be a good platform for barter,       And they lived happily ever after ???

Likes, comments & profile peek,              so called utopia we try to seek.                 In the midst, we regret & feel gloomy, the other side of grass seems greener & bloomy.

But the conundrum still continues hereafter,                                                       And they lived happily ever after ???

I would have never thought of watching a Gujarati movie wherein the story usually revolves around a village with a poor fat stout hero casted opposite a gorgeous looking lady. But somehow I ended up watching one with my boyfriend (hubby now). This was a little modern version seeming to be inspired by bollywood drama.
This more revolves around how a gujju guy who had an ultimate dream of travelling to US was not fulfilled and the wish was then inherited to his son like it happens in most of Indian families. The son resorts to all legal and illegal ways to make it to US. The climax is when he comes across an old couple who is longing to meet their children who have settled in US. He then turns down the idea and stays back in India. The family lived happily ever after.

Surprisingly this movie was vicissitude in my life. I was working for an MNC where I found this usual trend of settling abroad especially in USA and to aggrevate my emotions were few facebook updates of my friends posting their pics from foriegn land. These thoughts were contradicting to my parents thoughts who wished for me to live with them in India as I am their only child. But somehow practicality had taken over all emotions then. Then I come across this one of its kind thought provoking movie (sarcastic though impactful) which suddenly had to topsy turvy all my yash chopra location fairy tale I had thought of whilst thinking of settling in a foreign country.

That’s how was my journey from U.S. to us and rest is present.

Today my sweetie was not in mood,

and that’s why when he smiles I say touch wood.

I want to see him happy always,

want to put an end to this bad phase.

Weekdays are hectic and workaholic,

but still he laughs and remains with fun & frolic.

For the weekend we wait to come,

together to spend precious moments some.

From nowhere problem creeps in,

I want to know the reason from God, am keen.

My love is innocent & deserves the best,

then why does God put it to test.

Mark my words, dip will flip & the trend will reverse,

You will be the happiest, I may not be there, u will read my verse.

I don’t know how I end this poem,

Aaj sona 100% khara nahi tha, bas thoda kam.