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...

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Honesty and Courage

How underrated are honesty and courage as virtues!!!
How many can stand up to for what they believe is right?
Warriors take pride in courage in the face of their enemies…
But fighting what you don’t like is just the easiest thing to do,

Confronting what you like because you don’t think it is going right,
People go around thinking honesty is their birthright,
Idiots, have you ever lived up to it yourself?
Do you know the level of pain and courage it takes…

Demons in the world are not elsewhere,
They are in the heart, in the form of insecurities,
If you do not acknowledge them and confront them, they will swallow you whole,
The biggest cheats are those who lie to themselves,
In the process putting others in trouble,
Nobody lives happily ever after,
Unfortunately, these are not what our education/society/system teaches,
Let today pass, tomorrow I shall deal as it comes,
No! You cannot…
Your today’s actions have already made tomorrow slightly tougher to deal with,
The more tomorrows pass, the more inertia you have created,
Act now, Acknowledge now, fight now,
Let alone the world, be honest to yourself,
Don’t dare call yourself honest until you have accepted yourself to your own, (does anyone understand that?!
Without fighting your inner demons, you are not even halfway true,
I wish I could shout, flare up and swear,
But how does it matter, you are just not there, (no, nobody is there…)

If something is yours, it will be yours whatever may pass,
Else, it was never yours from the start,
Accept and move on.

Like Sherlock’s sister, I am a lone child,
Stuck on a plane with virtue-dead people,
I know it is going to crash soon,
No world, no planet can sustain such stupidity and lack of thought,
Oh yes, if you didn’t know, lack of virtues can kill your race,
Greed and envy have already set their pace,
Nobody is ever going to understand,
Death and destruction are the only fitting ends,

And that is peaceful too.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Women's day at the cost of men?

Women's day is a big thing all over the world. Governments, corporates and most institutions in general observe it. Observing it is alright, sometimes, I feel if in the process of being good to our women, are we unconsciously being  unfair to the men.

If you have been in buses in India, you would know that one entire side of seats is generally reserved for women. The other side is general. So, many times, I have seen ladies take the gents' seat, but if the vice versa happens, it would create a ruckus. Well, this is just a starter. There are many bigger issues.

A women can complain of harassment and everybody will be there to support her. By default, it is believed that she is saying the truth. However, this may not always be the case. Sometimes, genuinely the woman might be at fault. After all, we are all humans.

I read recently that there are a lot of men who commit suicide unable to put up with their gender stereotypical roles. They need to earn for the family - for this they sometimes put up with jobs that they don't really like doing. Quitting a job and being a homemaker is considered an option for a girl, not for a man.

There is a belief, boys are not supposed to cry, actually they cannot show any signs of weakness at all. This is not fair to our men. Why can't we accept them as fellow human beings and understand that they might be sensitive too...

As with all reservations, it is good to have privileges for the weaker section, but until a point. After that, let us understand that there is only one species- humans. Let us respect each other and live and let live.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The summer breeze

It was a hot, stuffy summer day,
As I went about doing my chores,
Up to the terrace to get my clothes,
There was an unexpected flow,
Of a cool summer breeze,
It made me glow,
With a forgotten ease,
It danced by my hair,
Blew my curls wild,
Carrying with it the scent of jasmine,
It intoxicated me mild,
As I sat and revelled in pleasure,
I was carried away by a definite measure,
I observed the clouds take shape,
Infant, bull and turtle - what did they indicate?

After a few minutes of peace, my mind played its game,
A small amount of doubt can put contentment to shame,
Not long ago, there was a winter wind,
Cool, chill and lovely at first,
The breeze turned into a cloud burst,
A spectacular cyclone emerged,
Destroyed everything in its path,
Was this also another such, I thought,
Was this really about to bring peace?
Or would it simply leave...
Increasing the scorching summer's heat...?!

Only time will tell.........

- Dedicated to the 'City of Stars' soundtrack from 'La La Land'

"Who knows, Is this the start of something wonderful,
Or one more dream that I cannot make true?"