Friday, May 26, 2017

Competence is a turn on...

When there are talks boring you insane..
The voice of reason that raises a valid argument at the right instant,
The voice that says not a word more than warranted,
The voice of trust, you know when you hear,
A promise, It will be done as said,
The word kept, 
These are the people who earn respect,

Never over promised and under delivered,
Well thought before having spoken,
Thoroughly professional,
I think, Is there a person below that exterior,
Of cool detachment?!!

The fingers working ever so efficiently,
Instant responses and replies on time,
They respect others and earn every dime,
With honest effort,

The sense of trust that they inspire,
Rising like a tall spire,
You know they will do as they say,
Keep your backup plans at bay,
This should have been the norm,
Yet generally it is a boring swarm,
Of empty promises and too many words,
More said than done, the modern day con,
That is why competence is a turn on...


Thursday, May 25, 2017

If I told you...

If I told you this was only gonna hurt
If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn
Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first?
Do it all in the name of love
Would you let me lead you even when you're blind?
In the darkness, in the middle of the night
In the silence, when there's no one by your side
Would you call in the name of love?
If I told you we could bathe in all the lights
Would you rise up, come and meet me in the sky?
Would you trust me when you're jumping from the heights?
Would you fall in the name of love?
When there's madness, when there's poison in your head
When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed
I will hold you in the depths of your despair
And it's all in the name of love

- In the name of Love (Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha)

For some reason, the lyrics of this song strike a chord deep down. This is almost all of what I would have said... And then some more...

If I told you we both build each other,
A little of each, more so together,
If I am Pikachu, you are my Pikapii,
We are good alone, together our awesomeness is legendary,

Will you stand up, give me some energy,
Together, we strike a synergy,
We form such a beautiful team,
What one thinks is already the other's dream.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Choose a donkey?!

To me it is a dream, an ambition, a fairy tale,
If you thought it was just as much as choosing a donkey,
"A donkey whom I like"??!!!
I am sorry, I am not the one for it..
You might have done that,
But that is your life,
This is mine, and I care far more,
I could be alone and not bat an eye,
But I am not living with any 'donkey'

I have known love,
I know the vast potential of a wedlock,
I have seen a promise of what could be,
To me it is a beautiful partnership,
A permanent roommate,
A best friend,
A partner in crime,
Not any "pet donkey"..

People hardly appeal to me,
And I have lost my dearest because of some of your criteria,
When you had conditions, I tried to live by them,
Now when I have a few,
Does it look like I am simply biding time to you?

Maybe it is just my fate,
I have to wait,
I shall, one needs to try,
I live in my timeline, not in yours,
Don't give me your donkey stories.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Face the storm

A sneeze, a cough or a mild cold,
People apply for sick leaves, bold,
Physical discomfort, a weeny bit,
Lying on the bed, "I'm unfit".

Then there are days of extreme lows,
A painful word, breakup or blow,
A hurt in the heart,  a physical loss,
Your mind is out for a toss.

While physical pain is easy to accept,
People care for with love and respect,
Mental pain is often looked down upon,
The victims are disregarded and scorned.

Physically ill people are asked to take rest,
Mental illness is ignored at best,
The most striking I have heard,
"All of it is just in your head."

What people fail to understand,
A pain is a pain, either brand,
In fact, sometimes, a pain in the heart,
Can be more crippling than what the body can impart.

Unaware of the truth, people shy away,
From saying that their heart is astray,
They believe that true strength is in putting up a mask,
And working when their world is falling apart, brings them glory to bask.

Success comes, they believe, after the pain,
Might be true, sunshine after the rain,
Accept the pain, but do get it treated,
You don't have to contain it, don't feel defeated.

Tears are not just for the weak,
Don't believe them,
You are allowed to feel bleak,
Emotions these, from the heart they stem.

If you have ever loved and lost,
Vested hopes on a plan storm-tost,
Felt that your life just went by,
Rest assured, there's nothing to be shy,
It is absolutely fine to cry,
Weep until your tears run dry.

Seek help from family, solace from friends,
Don't fake strength in self-defense,
There's no need of a mask, nothing to defend,
All go through this, it is almost a trend.

It is just another illness, we have doctors around,
Be not alone, problems may compound,
And for those of us who meet such friends,
Try to listen, else, at least don't offend,
If not some warmth, don't get too cold,
One loose comment might magnify the misery multi fold.

There is another aspect to the story,
Taking shortcuts brings no glory,
Chocolates may help, shopping might be close,
Addiction and drug abuse are your foes.

The storm has struck, your boat is sinking,
Swim or die, hardly time for procrastinating,
Crib, cry, run around like headless chicken,
Ask for help, talk, bring out the dirty linen,
Just don't pop in a pill and say,
I'll do it tomorrow, let me forget today.

Yes, it is difficult, a challenge, maybe unfair,
But life has thrown in your way, a dare,
Face the storm, acknowledge it with pride,
It is an opportunity to swim against the tide.

Someday in the future, the dots shall connect,
Till then, keep patience, try not to fret,
When people ask how you got wet,
Don't cover up saying in the sea you bathed,
No one escapes a storm unscathed.




Tuesday, April 11, 2017

How much money do you need?

You may earn crores,
Have the fanciest of cars,
But nature has already decided,
Walking is good for your health.

You may earn lakhs,
Order the choicest of delicacies, from around the world,
But your body is already configured,
To accept only a stomach full.

You may be the most popular,
Lakhs of people waiting to hear you speak,
But only a chosen few can listen to your heart,
That is the awesomeness of family and friends.

Technology might bring you several modes of communication,
Connect you with strangers and friends alike,
But none can convey the unspoken word,
As clearly as a teardrop or a smile.

You may travel fast and far,
With all the new transport systems in place,
Yet nothing shall replace the light stroll,
Amidst nature's lap, at your own pace.

Well, if all our needs are so clearly defined,
What is that for which we greed???
"It is not the man who has too little,
But the one who craves more that is poor."

Friday, March 31, 2017

The lost toy (boy)?

Rinu was sent to the park everyday,
Her parents wanted her to make friends,
Children of her age were having fun,
Easy friendships, frolic under the sun,
It wasn't an easy task for her,
She was so choosy and took forever,
Hardly did one match up to her taste,
Previously, she had a toy that had gone to waste,
Till that was around, she never needed a friend,
She adored it all day and night,
Not even sure whether it was worth the pain,
Recently it had broken, she threw it away,
Quite heavy hearted, she had fallen prey,
To sorrow and despair on losing her dear,
In her was a new fear,
Nobody would understand her well ever,
She was not a girl of sugar and spice,
And all things nice,
She was a little of every flavour,
Ups and downs, she equally favoured,
Life was for her a great mix to savour,
Pushing someone to see this view was painful labour,
Until one day she went to the park,
Saw a thin guy standing by the sidewalk,
He looked shy and yet experienced,
In the job of making compulsory friends,
Rinu went up and asked his name,
Vini was it, he sweetly exclaimed,
It reminded her of Winnie the pooh,
She liked his modesty and put him on review,
They sat down on the park bench,
Spoke till either of them unclenched,
It was really easy for both,
Their conversations kept on their growth,
It was getting late, they decided to meet again,
Just as all was good, Rinu asked something disdain,
"Did you ever have a toy, I lost mine sometime back",
This put Vini on thinking track,
"I had a doll too, I lost it here",
His smile just disappeared,
He got up and went down the sidewalk,
Unable to decide whether he wanted the doll,
Was it gone, was it ever to be found,
Undecidedly, he looked at the ground,
"Let's not meet again, I need to look for my doll",
Saying so, he went ahead on his stroll,
Rinu didn't know what to say,
Deep down she wished he would stay,
But she couldn't have him still looking for the doll,
It would be better if he could accept it was gone,
If he would find it back, she would be happy for him,
She knew the pain of losing one's whim,
But dolls generally do not return once lost,
This was seen from her experience past,
Her toy was broken and could never be fixed,
Maybe such things were bewitched,
Anyhow, she looked down the path,
Down which Vini had walked,
Maybe he would choose to return someday,
Till then in her thought, they were friends astray,
Even if he were to never return,
She knew in her innocence,
Though short, it was a friendship deep,
She could feel his soul weep,
The pain was easy to identify,
She felt they could easily beatify,
each other's lives...
In the meantime, she had to make new friends,
This was her parents concept of making amends,
for the lost toy...


Saturday, March 18, 2017

Hopes shattered

The pain is never going to end?

I am stuck in an endless nightmare,
In the narrow alleys of my mind...

Neither of us can't compromise on our honest selves,
We need to sort out our thoughts to make this happen,

There is no time limit on mind games and sorting out stuff in the head,
But apparently everything else has a time limit,

Why didn't I just decide, "What a moron!" when I first heard your voice,
Why did it have to continue even so much,
Why did we have to feel so comfortable with each other,
Like friends since ages past,

It's like I am stuck in a dark room made of stone,
There is no outlet,
I look at another prospect,
Even as my thoughts are completely stuck around us,
And the possibilities of what could have been,
It is not love that was broken,
It is hope that was shattered,
And that is worse.

You came along and showed me hope does exist in the world,
For broken hearts like mine,
There was solace in your calm conviction,
In the shared vision,
In the quiet understanding
In the absolute words of trust,

I let my wounds surface in the hope of getting them treated,
Maybe a little too early,
But who really gets to choose,
The heart makes its own decisions.
The wounds got cut a little deeper,
It is bleeding again,
I don't know how to heal,
Why doesn't it bleed till there is no more blood
And then there would be peace,
But I am too hopeful for that,
Your words resonate in my head,
'The future is interesting'
I am not sure how,
But I wish it is...