Waiting...

<...Dedicated to a girl's lovestruck heart...going through a rough patch...>

Why can't I be happy?
Why do I always want what I can't have?
Why is the grass always greener on the other side?
Why can't I just be?
There has to be more to life than this....
I want to be happy,
I want to be IN love,
I want to be passionate again,
I want to be free.

The answer is that you are happy, free, and loved...you just don't know it yet...

- Jyoti Prakash (inspired by a thought shared by a pal from Illinois, online)

Life...the moments i cherish...

Hmm...the moments i cherish...loadsa stuff, coz basically i am a stay-happy, enjoy life funda guy..(which gets me into trouble sometimes...:D)..

But me...the true me is really difficult for anyone to discover. When i delve into myself, the smallest things in life bring forth such immense happiness, that i begin wondering why i never realised it long ago wen it actually hit my life !

Goin bak into the childhood days...wenever my dad took me on his shoulders, and across the house...i was happy..
Wen mum came and cuddled me after a heated scolding...i was happy...
Wen i first saw my kid sis wen i was 5, i was happy...
Wenever dad came into my class to pick me up from kindergarten,i was happy...
Wen i got chocolates from my aunt on finishing 5 pages in a handwriting book,i was happy...
Wen i got my first ever remote controled car,i was happy...:P
In tenth, wen a pal stood up against an act on injustice to me,i was so happy...
Wen i saw my name in print...wen i won quizzes...i was happy...
Growing up,Wen i got into my dad's old college [BJB, Bhubaneswar],i was happy...
Wen i got my scooty...
Wen i had my first crush...i was happy...[and yet so wonderfully pained...]

...and endless more instances which shall eternally remain fond memories...embedded in eveything i ever had or will have in life...one of them, being u...[:)]

- Jyoti Prakash

I Love The Way...

I love the way you look at me,
That mesmerizing stare that’s tantalizing…
I love the way you hold my hand,
Softly reassuring...

I love the way you kiss me,
Gently placing your lips against mine…
Melting me like ice in a hot cup,
Erasing all from mind…

I love the way you smile at me,
With a hint of illusionary mischief…
I love the way you make me feel,
A reality as good as a fantasy trip…

I love the gentle whisper of your voice,
The way you read my thoughts…
I love the tinkle of bells in your laughter,
Your calming, tender touch…

I love the way you love for me, the way you love me,
And makes me think, all said and done…
Unconditionally, Undeniably, Immeasurably,
I love you…

- Jyoti Prakash

Hello, Memory Here...

I am the shadow you feel behind you,
I am the voice you hear in the night.
I’m sorry if I scare you,
I do not mean to cause fright.

I share in your joy when you are happy,
I feel your pain when you are down.
I whisper words to comfort you,
But you cannot hear a sound.

I am the person you see in the distance,
The one that disappears from view.
I am the person you feeling touching,
When no one is around you.

I am the person that takes care of you,
I am the angel from up above.
I am the one who keeps you from harm,
I am the one who feels your love.

You think that I have gone,
But I have never left your side.
I’ve just moved into the next room,
Your thoughts keep me alive.

Please don’t think I wanted this,
For you to be left on your own.
But the gate swung shut you see,
And locked me out of our home.

I want you to feel my arms around you,
I want to dry your tears.
But now all I am is a memory,
That will fade throughout the years.....

- Jyoti Prakash

Expectations...Not to be....

Expected 'Death' from God,
He gave me the curse of 'Life'...
Expected 'Fire' to light up my soul,
It set my world 'Ablaze'...
Expected 'Solace' from the mystic moon,
It filled my soul with 'Loneliness'...
Expected life to shower me with 'Joy',
It made me battle 'Grief'...
Expected 'Friends' to be by my side,
They gave me the gift of 'Isolation'...
Expected 'Stars' as reward from the night sky,
It sent its 'Darkness' my way...
Expected 'Tinkle' from the bells ...'Whistles' from the wind...
They snatched it away...snatched away the 'Voice of my desperate Soul'...

Why is this... I donot know...
No Companions to trust, No where to go...
Desolate on this far Island of Misery....
No Light , no Life, no one doth show...

None ever asked me for anything they desired...
They thought I couldnot Give...

Is it the Reason...the Reason why...
Nothing was given to me in the first place ....?

- Jyoti Prakash