What will happen next?

More often then not, it is the things that are going to happen in future torment our thoughts in present.

What will happen next?
What will not?
Will I be able to make it,
Or will I not?

Has the future in store,
Something good for me?
Am I prepared enough,
To face the harsh reality?

How will they react?
Will they or will they not,
Appreciate and like,
All my future acts?



Your anxious mind continuously,
Keeps going on a frantic spree,
Trying to fortell what heights,
You'll scale on your ideal future tree.

Just pause for a moment,
And don't let anxiety torment,
The peace in your heart,
And the patience in your mind.

Don't make yourself too busy,
In predicting what you'll attain.
Allowing your impatience to put,
You anxiety and fears aflame.



Try telling yourself that it's you,
Who decides the outcome,
By putting in the required effort,
Not in thoughts, but in the process.

Now if you decide to use your time
In the process or in predicting,
Results of your actions in your mind,
Is completely up to you my friend;

'Cause in the end you can only mould,
And not decide, what will follow.
So does it, at all make any sense,
In thinking about the consequences
And letting your mind become hollow?

Unwind To Rewind.

At some point of time all we wonder is why things change so drastically and have an innate desire to get those days back.

Have you ever felt a craving,
For those good old days?
And found yourself helpless, wanting
To go back to life's earlier ways?

Filled with cheer and mirth,
Without a sign of dismay,
Have you ever felt that,
Today is hugely different to those days?

Carefree unlike the present day,
Being ecstatic and celebrating come what may,
Is that life full of  colours,
What you desperately miss today?

Earlier days passed in a flash,
Making you yearn,
For double those hours
To be filled in your bag.

The days were radiant and glowing,
When you made innumerable memories,
And the bonds of transparency,
Was what that kept you going.

Then suddenly what has come to pass
In the last few days,
That you can't find reasons
For the drastic contrast?

Maybe then complexity has overpowered,
That gleeful and jovial heart,
And keeping things simple,
Is what you find truly hard.

Then just give an attempt and allow yourself,
To make that effort to unwind,
And not let your heart be controlled,
By the intricate dictates of your mind.

Give yourself the freedom,
To express and do not restrict yourself,
Or else time might just pass
Swiftly through that hour glass,
And those questions will perhaps,
Remain unanswered in your heart.
-J

Why ?

Why so complex does it get,
With each passing day?
That we tend to forget,
To live a life full of happiness instead of dismay.

Why do we need to pretend,
And fake a smile suppressing our real emotions,
In front of people we call friends?

Why do we choose to fight our emotional battles all alone,
Separating ourselves from the people
With whom we have grown?

Why can't we be carefree,
Like we were always before?
Expressing what is in our hearts,
And not closing its doors.

They say that it's a part of growing up,
And if it is really so,
Then I wonder,
Why do we even grow?
For we end up giving importance only to our ego.

Ocean of thoughts

A turbulence of emotions,
A sudden uproar in the heart,
A searing pain,
A sense of helplessness.
Not knowing how to let it out,
Not knowing what it means.
It makes you morbid,
It makes you want to weep.

Hours pass by and you ponder over,
Things that never mattered,
People to whom your existence never made a difference.

Drifting away deep into such thoughts,
Oblivious to all that is happening around you,

You sit to imagine the wildest possibilities of varied things,
Most of which do not make any sense.

But then something jolts you back to reality
And you realise maybe that's the way the human heart is,
Which unnecessarily jumps into an ocean of thoughts,
Making you undergo a zillion of emotions
All at a time, although painful.

But on the other hand it makes you strong,

And then comes a point when it subtly assures you,
That some things and some people,
Never were, are and will be really worth it

And now all you need to do,
Is make a move,
To a fresh start, a fresh chapter,
In this peculiar journey of life,
Repeating the same process,
Whenever your heart unknowingly,
Has such a turbulence of emotions,
EVER AGAIN.

SHE.

The journey of every heart that is hesitant and not hopeful, it will find a way for itself eventually---

She looked up to the sky,
Trying very hard
To search answers
For the innumerable questions in her heart.

Confused which way to step ahead,
Doubtful and hesitant,
Either trusting anyone around
Or winning battles in life
Was something at which her heart
Had become incompetent.

'What to do next?'
Was yet another question.
She had to make a decision
For thinking and pondering over was no option.

And then her heart,
Resorted to only
Trusting and believing in itself
And be its own saviour.

The temporary self belief in her heart
Gradually gathered permanence at its core
As the world saw her
Emerging confident like never before.

She stands forth now,
Exuding positivity and self conviction
Believing in what her heart says
For that  decision it took,
Made her how formidable she is today.

-Jayati

Such Times.

There are times,
When you just want to give up
And are convinced to quit,
For you feel the effort is no more worth it.

There are times,
When you feel you have given enough
But have never really got,
What you truly deserve.

There are times,
When you are broken inside
Doubting and re-doubting yourself
Believing, you were never competent enough.

There are times,
When you fail miserably
While trying to solve this life's mystery
And question, why it's always in your destiny.

However then,
Try going back to the days,
Profused with happiness and gay
Was, 'Why only in my destiny?' a question
Like it is today?

Life has its own ups and downs
Full of challenges,
And running is the easier way
Are a few lines, you are tired of hearing,
A hundred times everyday.

But for once give it a shot,
Rekindling the fire
Every time you feel its extinguished
For its the best way;

Because my friend,
Time and destiny will surely take you
To your truly desired destination,
But through an arduous journey.

All you need to do is,
Keep going,
Even when it may appear
That compared to your map of plan,
The route being travelled isnt clear,
And life is taking you through the wrong way.