Category: quotes

My grandfather’s watch…

I often stop to listen to the ticks, playing like silent music in a dusty corner of the room. All around me they go on with their lives, unaware of how they’re falling for its tricks. It goes on endlessly, blending with the symphony of their laughter. Each second trickles by; each minute flowing faster than a river. It reminds me of my mortality, of the precious few gaps in life I can steal. It never stopped for anyone; probably never will.

All that ever would be…

For so long I sat there, looking far off in the distance. If I asked these people, they’d all say  they were free. But were they, really? Did I think I was free? Perhaps, we’re not so different, after all. Maybe I’m not the only one who smiles at seeing a flower bloom, and mourns when things don’t go my way. Maybe this world holds us all captive, and plays us expertly like a musician does his instrument.

~shruti

Do the stars look at us?

I’d felt you pulling away from me that day; that one day, when everything changed. Your smile was a little less bright, and your eyes wouldn’t meet mine the same. I remember you not asking me to stay back, and how you didn’t smile when you called my name. Your hand left mine too early; you didn’t try to make me stay longer to play a game. I wonder how I went from being your brightest star, to never shining in your sky again.

~shruti

World of you…

When I look at your scars, I see the distance you’ve travelled; I look at how far you’ve come. Sometimes I wish I could’ve walked beside you, but then I think of what God would tell me if I asked. He’d say you were always strong enough to walk in the storm alone. So, tell me, is there any reason good enough to not always look at you with awe?

~shruti

The sky that never returned…

My childhood is a rainbow of memories; clouds laughter, and the echo of footsteps imprinted on my mind. I remember my carefree laughter, as our train passed by racing trees; I remember the lady in front of me, who passed me sweets with her eyes so kind. I had my moments of joy, when I used to sit with friends over unfinished assignments. Sorrow never buried itself so deep, as it does now. I’ve a lot to be grateful for in life; I only wish this hadn’t passed by in a blur.

~shruti

Look my way…

I look at smiling faces, and the happy pictures, and the sun shining bright on them. What do they have different than me, that joy visits their doorstep more often than mine?

I want it to stay, and not simply be a passerby. When joy comes, I’ll have tea ready, so that when we sit down, I could tell how my eyes have grown old waiting for it.

~shruti