A damsel in disguise

Back after a hiatus. Nothing remarkable has happened. Except that I have become a happier person. I have begun to feel the inadequacy of human life span. In this short span, man tries to achieve everything and most of the times he rests with the redundant, materialistic property while what he really needs is a bit of care and lots of love to be happy.

Last few days have been hard on me. Petty, unnecessary emotions hurled up uneasy hurricanes of activities. The closer, rather I call it the closest seemed to sail away into a distance immeasurable. Nevertheless, a little bit of talking, an outflow for the bottled emotions, some truth and a lot of love was what was needed to heal our bruised hearts.

I seem mature, don’t I? Yeah! I turned twenty on the 4th of May. Nothing really has changed. I still love the rains, I love the beach, and I want to take up a job in journalism (yeah! Crime scene coverage) or maybe I want to be an RJ. But destiny has probably assigned me to a world of technology. All of us have to bow down before his majesty; the destiny.

However, I have decided to dedicate this to all somebodys who someday turn nobodys because there is a lot of pleasure in selfless dedications.
To dear damsel in disguise.


Innocent eyes beneath lie,
Hatred and jealousy, your weapons of pry,
Tawdriness you think is worth your prize,
Get well soon dear damsel in disguise.

A hand of love at you he held,
A bruise you slashed which could not be weld,
An imbecile greater I cannot trace,
Get well soon dear damsel in disguise.

Dark clouds you think you cast in my life,
Unsophisticated were the sneer and mocking snipe,
My whole world you tried to jeoparadize
Get well soon, dear damsel in disguise.


Beauty that you think is a treasure,
Will you soon lose beyond measure,
Love and faith , do they believe the wise
Get well soon dear damsel in disguise.

I lately realised the reason behind the detonation of every relationship(in my case, we shall call it friendship). The wreckage occurs when one walks ahead of the other. when a sense of scornful superiority, disdain seeps in, the relationship dessicates.
somebody has rightly said:

dont follow me,
i am not a leader,
dont walk ahead of me,
i am not a follower,
walk with me,
be my companion.

ps: offense intended at nobody.