Idly...

Smiles :)
(My boss told me that what he liked the most about me is that I almost always wear a smile… ‘and it is very pleasant for your audience to see you start with a smile…’)

I have been keeping very busy in recent past, but now all of a sudden, I am without any work. At such times, I start wondering (about abstract things), reminiscing, retrospecting and introspecting.

I’ll jot down a few casual thoughts that have already passed by me.

What are the 10 things that I am extremely fond of?
…meowing of cat
…mason mixing mortar (I wonder why I find it so intriguing)
…tearing or breaking (destruction in general :P)
…tukur tukur eyes
…freefalls
…handmade cards/notes (with a genuine feelings expressed)
…driving at night (minus the traffic clogs)
…sitting by the sea
…smiling faces
…drinking water

What are the 3 things that inspire me the most?
…my dad’s patience and perseverance
…my mom’s strength and endurance
…a friend’s focus and another friend’s detachment

What is the 1 thing that puts me off the most?
…being idle!!

A High

Closed my eyes and looked up to the sky
Angels asked, “Did you ever fly?”
Nodding in affirmation, I said, “I usually get very high!
The cupids take me by hand, to a world that’s never wry.”

“I swing and lurch and reel and fall
Tacitly I follow the gravity’s call.
Then I jump higher still, to touch my stars (one ‘n all)
Insouciant whether to hop, walk or simply crawl!”

“I drive too fast, beyond vanity,
I get my kicks by losing sanity.
For the fear of losing too fast a juvenility,
I suck out an entire life, before the debility.”

“The heart and soul, my body and mind;
They beam in glory, glare in light;
As in the clouds up above, there is no fright,
My wings stretch out, all set to take the flight."

"I soar so high, that you don’t see me float,
Even when I appear as a speck, I have a reason to gloat.
With tiny little celestials, did the Gods decorate my abode,
Not many are allowed to visit; but you, on persistence, I shall let come aboard."


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Other Side of the Fence!!

Standing on the road I saw the palatial mansion;
And O, I so wanted to enter the golden gates of that wonderful creation.

I stared in awe, at the glitter and glamour;
Jaw-dropping beauty, the euphony that contrasted my world of clitter and clamour.

And then came the cherub, to take me into the heavenly abode;
I told my clan, that in a clear blue sea I am about to float.

I walked in while asleep, till my insanity got cleansed;
Just to realize, it was a mirage I had seen while being on my side of the fence.

Alas! It happens with us all.
The envy and the hankering for whatever we have not got.

We blame and abandon, assuming we are always right.
But only when we tread the same road, do we experience the entire plight.

A longing is must, a reverie is must; but our horses we must behold
…As all that glitters may not necessarily be Gold.

Long-Distance

“World is a small place these days”, said a friend. Indeed it is. With advent of technology, and advancement in communication techniques, your loved ones are just a click away.

Really??

We may be able to see, talk and be fully updated about our kin, but can technology provide us the ‘touch-therapy’? I may be able to look into my lovers eyes through a Web-Cam, but can I peck him back for that look? I may be able to speak comforting word, but can I hold my friends hand when they are distressed? Can I hold my new-born niece?

Distance makes the hearts grow fonder. Tripe, I say. Well, almost! Distance makes you pine which may also leave you with a bad taste in mouth. A long-distance relationship, in my opinion, cannot survive unless tended to, painstakingly. The travail of making ‘the hearts grow fonder’ may as well sap you out completely.

Thus I pray…’May distance too, part us not. Amen.’

Daggered n Staggered

Tread on the path, where the lights have gone
I know not who I am, Is this a hallucination you have drawn?

I died years ago, only the spirits sail by
Did you just say we struck a chord? Oh! It’s all a lie.

My world, yes it was full of life
What is now black, was once red, blue and white.

I laughed like mad and my eyes did shine
I cried like I do now, but with innocence entwined.

And Oh, I do so wish to be
If only I hadn’t murdered me.

Now I belong to none, not even to myself
Not to past, present or future, ‘coz my being I locked in that shelf

But wait as I confess of my soul having died,
Coz you too are unforgiven for having committed the same crime.

I say, I can no more, as I did fall, over and over again
It is your turn to own up, don’t say you did not play the game.

Musing

There are incidences in our lives which force us to think. They may not change the course of our lives, but they do bring about a change.

Recently, I was pondering over the trait of being immature vis-à-vis the act of being possessive. A string of unrelated events, I happen to recapitulate, set my mind off to work.

Before I start, here is a confession. I am possessive about…well just about everything and anything! On the inside, I hate to share my room, my bed, my shoes, my clothes, my friends, my love…umm well even my parents (I hope my sister never-ever gets to read this)!

But, actually BUT, this is not how things work. NO WAY!

Possessiveness leads us to behave immaturely. People stop talking to each other and at times, relationships get acrid, culminating in break-ups. But where exactly does all this start/ where to draw the line? Possessiveness by itself is, by no far shot, synonymous to immaturity. The non-realization of when to let it go over-board that it behemoths into an undesirable act or an uncomfortable experience is immaturity.

Possessiveness, if not closely, then remotely, is related to insecurity. Insecurity of losing what you have, and hold so dearly. But then, as the adage goes...’Let go. If it comes back to you, then it is yours; else it never belonged to you.’ A friend of mine did let go; and it didn’t come back! It went and, took along his hope and his trust. He stopped believing in the adage. He cannot let go anything that belongs to him anymore. This is his immaturity; his weak-heartedness, et al, or it is mere prudence?

I have another weird example. I was been audience to a conversation (read as heated argument), wherein ‘the self-proclaimed righteous’ was justifying to have dropped a relationship because her mate had found a new pal. I couple of months later; I got to meet this girl again. To my utter exasperation, I found her lecturing someone about the degree of immaturity involved in being possessive.

People are indeed strange!

From all the above written nonsense, there is an erudition I can profoundly articulate. I play it safe now. I no more display my possessiveness, as I staunchly dislike being tagged as an immature.

When the surf was coming....

Sitting on the rock by the sea, I saw the surf lapping towards me.

Just as I thought it was coming to embrace me, it hit the rock & died noisily.

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What impact was made by that poor soul, But to smooth out edginess of a rock?

My toes had twitched on the fear of getting soaked, and now the sight was a burden my eyes wore.

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A wierd thought came streaming down,

..did the rock called the surf, or the surf wanted to destroy on its own??!!

(Was the rock so selfish or is the water that altruistic??)

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Are we playing our own games, where our skills are ever to be honed?

..Or are we mere pawns, playing at hands of someone on the board??

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(..Sitting on a beach overlooked by a huge celebrity mansion, this was one of the finest evenings of my life)