A race to lose

The world is out there fighting a rat race,
each one outdoing the other, 
but no one really knowing wat they want
even when they are the winner... 

One fine day then, they wake up 
not too soon though i must say 
to discover that they have lost that one beautiful life 
fighting for what they never wanted anyway 

but when they realise this, its too late 
and all they can do is be resigned to fate 
Is there anyone who stop by to question, 
the stupidity of our daily actions the senselessness of our fight for perfection? 

you've got only one life to live, 
live it such that when the time comes and 
ur whole life flashes before your eyes 
let thr not be any regrets but all along only smiles :)

My maa

Main kabhi batlata nahi, par andhere se darta hu main maa.. Main kabhi dikhlata nahi par teri parvaah karta hu main maa.. tuze sab hai pata hai na maa.. Mom knows everything. I dont have to tell her when i am feeling low. I dont have to spell it out when i am happy. She knows. She simply does. I so vividly remember the day she left me for the first time. At the COEP hostel gate. She was standing under the street lamp, waiting for me to turn around, but i did not.. coz i did not want her to see my tears.. tears of the daughter whom she thought was always the bravest of her kids. I cried in the bathroom everyday for a month after that.. i also came back running home to her.. i crept in her room @ four in the morning and cried to her saying i never wanted to go back... I cried on the phone. i cried all the time. The change was so difficult to take. her bravest daughter was the weakest indeed.. I missed her all these years.. Its been more than six years since that evening under the streetlight when she bade me good bye for the first time.. when this home became a vacation home for me.. but even after all these years i still miss her everytime i am away from her.. I still cry myself to sleep at times.. I still call up to cry to her at times.. i dont care if she thinks her bravest daughter has failed her.. afterall i feel she always knew i wasnt the bravest afterall and so she always made me think i was.. so that i would indeed be brave.... I miss her all the time.. All the time...