Wakri Namaaz...(Prayer of a different Kind)

Its not always that we have our prayers answered by the almighty. I believe there always is and will be someone right beside us to do so, whether they be sent by the heavens or not is a totally different story, & on which I may just touch upon later.

An idea on which I ponder now, a part of which has been derived from my very early experiences and as a result of deep introspect. People who go onto become my (I use the self referral since I want to avoid debate by generalizing :) ) very close friends and with whom I end up sharing a great camaraderie aren't always the people I relate to initially. Their views and ideas, sometimes radical, sometimes irrational, seem to detest me, which is weird because I hardly know them to judge them or feel otherwise.

With my own weirdness and irrationalities, I judge them, only to be proven wrong more than half the time but the rest half which I am proven right, makes me strongly addicted to it, haha, preconceived notions still winning!.

Unable to do away with my presuppositions I still end up with some very amazing people by my side, those who may not often share my views but open my mind to very different horizons, the points where I can look beyond what I see. The power of their minds enlightens mine, their greatness and flaws encourage me to find my own, their sorrows teach me how to feel and their sensibilities make understand the intricacies of human emotions. Who was I to judge them? for they stand much stronger in front of me, now that I know them.

They are my friends, those who opened up to me despite their own subtle hindrances, of which I may be so blind to and equally unaware of. They accepted me with my flaws never demanding the same favor in return, indeed they are the great ones and I in shadows of my meager judgments couldn't see the light of their aura. But accepting this I move onto a path called life where I am often guided by the supreme and held onto by these greats he has created. And I oblige myself by thinking, they are just for me.

While I try and make myself rise up to their levels, I pray, knowing very well that I may never equal these earthly supremes. They are my prayers answered and I pray to them, they are my namaaz, my prayer of a different kind....

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Longing....

I wish you could see,

The deep inside of me,

I wish you would hear,

My inner voices, my subtle fears,

I wish you would know,

Why my heart's as cold as snow...

There have been times when I felt lost,

Nowhere to go & tears turned to frost,

I wish you could feel,

How I loved when you made me kneel...

There would always be a song for the broken heart,

But those words don't help, they seem sour as tart,

I wish you could see,

That light inside of the hollow tree...

And when you walked away,

A soul seemed to lose its way,

In the darkness of the night,

Just a whiff and it vanished out of sight,

I wish you could see,

How sometimes even the shadows flee...

The winters set in,

And it felt so cold,

"I am not worth you",

So I was told,

Life seems so vintage,

And love - a mere act on stage,

I wish you could see,

How some plays suddenly become emotion free...

I walked ahead a few miles more,

In search of a newer life,

Skeptic, dreamy, blank & not knowing,

What further life has in store,

But then I found someone, whom I had long ignored,

That was me, the unexplored,

I wish you could see,

What your love meant to me,

We both are happy,

May be you a little less,

It's a pinch with a subtle hurt,

It's a wound we'll always caress,

But what is done is done,

I hope you have a life of happiness and fun,

And just that I wish you could see,

How I'd always love thee...