Umeed

Kehte hai umeed pe duniya kayam hai,

Par kya main umeed pe kayam rehna chahti hun?

Kehte hai umeed dil se karni chahiye, 

par kya dil umeed tutne ko jhel pata hai?

Kehte hai umeed aaj karo, kal ke liye...

Kehte hai umeed aaj karo, kal ke liye...

Par kal jo beeta hai woh kahin koi umeed ka tukda toh nahi?

Kehte toh bahut kuch hai!

Kehte toh bahut kuch hai...

Par kya sab sach ho asa umeed karna sahi hai?

Koi baat nahi...

Chalo ek baar phir umeed ko chance dete hai...

Is baar dil se nahi, poore rooh se karte hai...

Par umeed poore hone ki nahi, balki apne pe bharosa rakhne ki...

Kyuki umeed tut sakti hai, par apne pe bharosa nahi...

Khud ka saath nahi...

Chalo ek baar phir umeed karte hai...

Is baar dil se nahi, poore rooh se karte hai!

Where you belong!?!

Have you ever found a place...

Where you belong?

A place which feels like home...

Years still feels like months...

Love for the place grows,

With every smile and mile...

Even the empty streets...

Are welcoming...

Cactus looks like flowers to you...

Life may be troubled...

But the place..the city...

Calms you down...

Motivates you to be you...

And console you that things will be fine...

Go with the flow sweety...

The day will come...

When you’ll be painting the city red!!!

I was a wanderer...

Never knew I could fall in love with a place...

Always wondered how that can happen...

But now I know how it feels...

When a city grows into you...

You feel safe even at middle of the night...

I’m moody...

And it gives me a place for every mood swing...

Hungry at 4 in the morning...

Here you go is what the city says to me...

I cannot have enough of it now...

But with a heavy heart and love for the city...

I’m soon to be a wanderer again...

Not that I won’t come back...

Or the city wont welcome me with open arms...

But I’ll be the admirer of the place where 

I grew independent...

Which was once a place...

Where my dreams got wings...

A place which taught me...

To Love, hate, be strong even when weak  

and To be proud to be ME...

The picture perfect love story

Love was in the air…

Flowers blooming…

Coffee brewing…

Love struck…like never before…

But…something changed…

Suddenly…

Endless talks turned into moaning nights…

Conversations turned into a preposterous fights…

It wasn’t about an hour or a day…

With every day and every step ahead…

I realized I was walking backward…

Tried to bridge the distance every day…

But was dragging something with every step…

It took a hundred to make one happy moment die in my eyes…

Never saw you heed the pain behind every smile...

Never felt the awkwardness we were building…

Were you or I blind? 

But I latched on to…

In hope of making things right…

But saw the day twirled into a week…

Then months wheel to years…

And I was still counting onto…

For a sign… for a feeling to make me look on the brighter side…

To make me perceive…

That days might have changed…

But not the feeling, the glow we had in our eyes…is it there?

And that all it took me to realize…

To walk away…

To give up on us…

I prayed for Courage… to be able to gather my broken heart 

My hurt self-respect…

That’s all it took me to go away…

And to never turn back…

Now thinking about the picture perfect love story…

Leaves a smile on my face forever…

Living is Strenuous

Living is mercurial...

We can live up to our dreams...

we can make a living..

we can dream big and

attain fame, money and power...

But how, how...

can we live like this forever...

nothing is immortal...

we believe at least should 

make life king size so as 

everyone should pay homage to us...

But how will we feel...

leaving back our loved ones...

leaving back what all we have accomplished...

living is strenuous...

when its near...

living is strenuous...

when we have the entirety to solve it...

but are feeble...

living is strenuous...

to get over the challenge to live...

to regain and to survive...

because we love to live...

no matter how bad things are...

no matter how things will turn out to be...

but we want to live...

from now till the end...

With people we love, care and want to cherish for life.

Walking through my Life

I started walking in mom’s arm…

Then with holding dads hand…

Since then walking was a straight line..

Twinkling and smooth,

Precious and easy as ever…

Never hurt myself…

Never bump into something…

Joyful ride of my life…

Walking again…

On a bumpy road…

On a rough path...

It was difficult to ration..

To understand the ups and downs on the road…

Many whys in the head..

Many troubles here and there…

But was taught to keep Walking…

On those bumpy road…

With full swing and happy faces…

Now I understand the patches.. I lead…

Now I am grown enough to analyze the way…

Though walking alone has made me tough and strong…

But have also made me able to choose my way..

And be ready to deal and fight it through...

But no matter how i have turned out to be

I am the same old girl in my mom’s arm..

Same old girl holding dad’s finger…

Now walking together…

And forever…

Nittisha Mahapatra

On The Edge

I'm standing on the cliff...

at the edge...

holding back my tears...

looking deep down...

but can't find what i have lost...

it is so so far from me...

seems like nothing left to deal with...

but i came down,

still holding tight the memories...

molding things the way i wanted it to happen...

still something is worth treasuring...

but now it's time to climb up the cliff once again...

with courage and faith,

this time to let go the memories forever...

or else this time it could be me...

but i want to live and breathe again...

want to give myself another chance...

every morning...every person gets up with a new dream...

thought out the day