Solo Song!

You think This is permanent?

Wait before it disappears into thin air.

Time has magic

It defeats people.

You think forever looks bright?

People walk together, 

Kiss the horizon

And they set. 

Deep under the sea

Never to be found again. 

A new day sets in,

But doesn't the sun set again?

Think twice.

Is This permanent?

Yes.

Couldn't it be if This is You?

Who is with you while watching the sun set?

Who is with you while stargazing ?

Who is with your heart constantly nudging your head?

Who is with you while daydreaming?

Who is with you while making that one plan workout?

Who is with you at every new year's resolution?

Who is with you while scribbling your checklist? 

Who is with you to stand up stronger?

Who is with you while writing about this mysterious This?

Who is with you while reading about This?

For once and all, vacuum the temporariness around you.

Make This about You.

Think twice.

Does forever look bright?

Yes!

Because it holds This permanence.

YOU.

About You.

I dropped a pebble

In the well,

Where it witnessed

The brisk fall against the rubble.

Deep down the darkness

I heard a thud,

Hitting the unforeseen puddle,

Making stronger the belief

That you create ripples.

However wretched things around you get,

However much the green gets decayed,

However hard you stumble on way,

However bad your goodness gets slayed,

Make the You stay.

Just like dew on leaves high up in the air

Or grasses down under the sun's stare

Never depart from the beauty's flare

Indifferent to the world's snare

Make the You glare!

Make the You outrageously glare!

Rush!

How the winds roar

On days sore,

And clouds explode

To unravel the earth's ode,

And waves blend

With the morning sand.

Nothing like the same fable

Never more inexplicable,

That Rush in veins sweet

Every time those eyes meet.

Conflict of Love.

Yes?  No!

Right?  Left! 

Walk away?  Wait! 

Overshadowed by your spell,

Awestruck,  stood amazed, 

My perturbed sweet rebel. 

Before my conscience  bragged,

Of its undefeated echo of bell. 

Till you caught it off guard, 

For this second. 

Call for truce?  Fire ablaze! 

Let the conflict of love prevail!

PS: To food. 

The Little Kid

My thoughts saliently following,

The gentleness of the breeze

Under the sun's setting rays,

The clouds gimmicked.

My little feet unaware but embracive,

Toddled through the patches

Of the red stretch of Gulmohar leaves,

Veiling the earthly temporariness.

Owing to the majestic hues,

My twinkling eyes wandered

And stared at the exuberant sky.

Juggling with the celestial mights,

Struck the rain thunder

Drenching life with happiness, 

Emulating The Little Kid in me!

Falling In Love Again

Steering through the city lights,

Rejoicing the unknown

The frivolous hearts prance

In the befitting silence of the stars.

The travellers' eyes wander

Piercing through the roads twirling wider

Un-blinked they stare 

At the the canopy of trees

Answering the unending curiosity.  

Hours on the four wheels

Like fleeting seconds on reel

Until the blanket of air

Turned unprecedentedly surreal.

Every sense vying for their perceptions

Defeated by the lush green hills

Rain droplets empowering the freshness

Of soil, berries and plums! 

Did your soul ever

Get conquered by the magnificence of oblivion? 

Did your ears ever 

Listen to the loud trinkets of silence?

Did your eyes ever

Capture the transience of hues?

Amidst all these,  

I think I'm falling in love again!

The Unseen Canvas.

In a world

Where the minds defy the darkness of nights

And the wings flutter faster than the wink of an eye

Where imaginations leap the altitude of the sky

And dreams welcome the nascent kiss of sunrise

Where the feet defeat the pace of a second's tick

And lush greenery blushes away from the intellect at its peak.

Overwhelmed,

I stand still.

Hovered by the halo of dreams,

I am thrilled.

With a palette and a canvas,

I am eager and free

To discover colours everyone is yet to see!

Bruises

I wonder,

How silence emerges mightier than the storm

And waves surrender to the shores' arms.

I wonder,

Why a mountain's ruggedness is lost to the traveler's footsteps

And a strike of lightning carries away the clouds' darkness.

I wonder,

Where do all the woes disappear after a victory

And fears run away once set free.

I wonder,

What makes grit defeat bad history

And the earth to carry on after every catastrophe.

I wonder,

When even the moon's blemishes fade away every fortnight

How do those bruises still breathe while you fight?

 

Hold On!

I picked up a balloon

And painted it with my favorite color.

I fixed my heart on it

And on it nurtured my seeds of desire.

I tied my energy to it

And its string helped me soar higher.

I met a number of colors on way

And a high five to them I waved

Till I encountered the shade of grey

Which smeared the beauty of my colorful palette.

Holy grey! Did you see that?

My balloon just got stained. 

Nonetheless I will hold on

And pick up another resistant shade

For the next balloon I paint would be iron willed.

Imperfect Two!

Drowned in the vastness of ruby,

Along with the fragrance and rays sunny,

The velvet of the sea unruly,

Played a jingle for the dew's coronation ceremony.

Awed by the perfection, claimed the dew;

Hey Rose! We ought to be the perfect two!

Indifferent to the trumpets of its beauty blown ,

And to humility, the rose gently bowed,

"Don't the dreamers wish to see the stars drop?"

"Don't the mountaineers search for undulations to climb up?"

"Don't the farmers yearn for the cloud's thunder?"

"Don't we admire the sea lose its rhythm to the ripples under?"

"Don't the painters color the craters on the moon?"

"Don't the believers betray the wind's swoon?"
"Don't we pray for the sun to set?"
"Don't we ask for time to wait?"

The Rose stared at its thorns and confessed,

"We are nothing but mere mortals;

Frantically searching for perfection,
While we cling to the most perfect imperfections"

Courtesy to the words of wisdom,

That the dew now admired its beauty droop,

And succumbed to the temporariness of the Imperfect Two!

FOREVER

A one, a two , a three;

Do you know me?

Click! Captured in a frame; an infant's glee!

A one, a two , a three;

Let us play hide and seek.

Click! Captured in a frame; emotions peeked!

A one, a two , a three;

You care to pose?

Click! Captured in a frame; a friend's therapeutic dose!

A one, a two , a three;

Flash your teeth.

Click! Captured in a frame; happiness unseen!

A one, a two , a three;

You like me?

Click! Captured in a frame; nascence of love supreme!

A one, a two , a three;

Together we make memories.

Click! Captured in a frame; parents' proud eyes!

A one, a two , a three;

Click! Live! Click! Live!

An unadulterated four walled frame,

In which I dwell.

The worldly rules sing, "Nothing lasts forever";

Well, I keenly stand out.

Tell the world;

I capture time

And keep FOREVER safe in my box!

Hello Corporate!

Of how much I learnt,

In ten months and four more,

The story of Corporate

In ten lines but whole!

Prim and proper White

With ties decked up in the fight,

The hoppers run in a circle of five

Scheduling quick meetings and deadlines.

Divided by Geography,

United by Monday blues!

Divided by demand,

United by Thank God It's Friday tunes!

The collar buttons never heave a sigh

Unless the clock bids Friday a Goodbye!

Let Her Fly!

The eyes unfolded

To a world unknown,

The poise it beheld

Amazed galore.

Fumes of despondency,

"Who will take the legacy forward?"

Alleys roared in silence,

Subsiding murmurs of scarce joy.

Clinched in Pink knots;

Aghast the hands wandered.

With a whimper,

Pink implored,

"Let me fly! Let me fly!"

Oblivious the feet,

Kept running;

And tripping.

But never stopped

To the Pinkish orthodox whims.

Frail, but nimble;

It danced to its drumbeats,

Against barriers;

Higher than the brink of Pink.

The arduous Pink fiercely soared high;

Plucking the inhibitions stark;

Seeded in their minds,

In unison;

I applauded,

You cried and we yelled;

"Let Her fly! Let Her fly!"

Aren't You Happy?

When birds up in the vastness of blue,

sing the notes of octaves oblivious to you;

When the sun shining high above,

draws a blanket of its sunshine trove;

When the mists on the green grass,

embrace the feet treading across;

When the splashes of first monsoon rain,

awash the dreariness of a worked up brain;

When the sight of a beautiful smile,

helps you walk an extra mile;

When the caress of hands pure,

makes you forget the nasty rebukes of life sour;

When the practice of a long forgotten passion,

reinstates your cheekbones into motion;

When the fire of a dream to fly,

doesn't let the desire to dry;

Oh you beautiful species,

Wandering in three dimensions,

Looking for the impeccable melody,

Stop! Find yourself instead,
Amidst the deluge; 
And then interrogate!

Aren't you happy?

Wrong Turn

Astray and disquieted,

I heard thundering whispers

Crawling into the crevices of penitence

Nourishing the delusion.

The immortal delusion,

Empowered by mere souls

and occluded by their perspective.

You, the delusion, loom heftily, 

But 

Is your might bright enough
to garrote my glistening little eyes?

Huzzah to You,

I am a mortal,

Halt delusion! 

Did you skip a costly point?

Yes, I am a mortal.

But,

I am gifted
With two companions,

One, the beautiful time

and two, the dreamy I. 

Time has taught me patience 

And I have bought for myself,

A Beautiful Wrong Turn,

Bidding You, the delusion,

A reverberating Goodbye!

Yes, My Wrong Turn,

A road long as it is,

rippled with stones,

that hurt my plight.

Yet so sanguine,

yet so yearned, 

henceforth, illuminating the bliss of my fight.

Treading along with me,

in quest of Holy Wine,

 my beautiful Wrong Turn,

to the Path of Right!

Bad Space

Awry in ire..
Prancing with seething desire..
The vessel crimson coated..
On the labyrinth it floated..


Stop not..
When the waves supercilious bestow their wrath..
Stop not..
When the winds hefty jeer at your path..

Behold.
Contemplate.
Believe.
Rewind!

An expression of exaggeration..
A gasp of exemption!

You are the captain
Yours is the vessel
You are the harbour!

Steer ahead.
Bump into life..
Explore..
Stop. Breathe.
But steer ahead again.

You own the baton..
Yours is the journey..
You adorn the pinafore of pace..
Aye Captain!
Still in bad space?

INCH!

Who are you?
A leopard darting with a streak of supremacy
Or an ant vying for the inch?
No, the one you believe in!


Why is it significant?
A sleep that doesn't let you dream
Or a dream that doesn't let you sleep?
No, for  the desire that you stitch!



How is the journey?
A merry ride
Or an avalanche of pitfalls?
No, how strong you are!


When do you reach?
An inch close
Or an inch far?
No, when even the heart juggles your rhythm!


What is an inch?
Only a twelfth of the foot
Or a stride glancing with an impeccable enormity?
No, a frame of mind!

Only When!

Only when the rivers roar..

Only when the precipice reaches its edge..

Only when the sky travels till the horizon..

Only when the tree spreads its roots..

They realize their worth!

Only when you are not afraid to fall..

Only when you  jump against gravity..

Only when you perspire and not give up..

Only when you vent your all..

You realize your dream!

 

Freeze It!

The earthly vehemence silently weeps..
Urging to quell the detachment..
They say..with Time it heals,
I whine.. If so placid and powerful, why not stand still?


Gravels of desolation dense
Defy the ripples of solace..
Get washed away with the drifts of Time!
Seize it! But Alas!


Injured by its own boundaries,
Time, so placid  and powerful, yet does not stand still..
Whimpers at  its timidity..
Just ticks away
And concedes to the uninvited Goodbyes! 

A Self-ie-City

Every individual is reluctant to change. But I wonder how The Power drives it to a completely opposite route. How much we ever try to refrain from it, we are yanked off to the same lane. Emotions exemplify one of the attributes that define the timidity of mere human beings. Goodbyes may be difficult. But we still meet new people, get attached and bid a heavy hearted adieu. If the locus of subsequent events had to end up at the same instance, why would we ever start off ?  And it is now that you think of yourselves to be His puppets. But I opine that your emotional quotient drives you off on the wrong route, in vain. You are strong when you know that you always have a leverage over few keys. It resides deep within. It stays invisible. But always alert. Our soul. The inner voice. Our sole source of trust and happiness. And when the soul seeps through such a tunnel of secrets, then it is known as realisation. On a rhetoric note, it is self realisation, believed to be the most powerful source of learning.


It was like any other usual day when I returned back to my room after an overloaded day at office. "The housekeepers did the work well." Yes, the room looked tidy and I mocked a joke at myself. Keeping the smirk aside, I rushed to complete the chores to catch up with my daily routine. I took off my business formal heels and slipped my feet into my favourite sports shoes. And I experienced a sudden gush of delightfulness and pride. I felt at the top of my world. Not because I am proficient in a field, but because I am uniquely myself, a self content beautiful individual. I am going to be there with myself forever.


Call it a keen observation or a frivolous pass of a second. But I can wager upon this that the feeling of happiness is going to stick to me throughout  my life. Let alone the splendid sense of content speak that. A reason that would keep me reminding of my potential. And mould me into a better individual. An individual engulfed with self love and admiration. One who would never let the affection for self fade away. One who would not gauge self with the tumultuousness of a schedule or the bitterness of a mayhem.


Find time for yourself. Give your precious hours to your hobbies. Dream. Love yourself. To no limits. Within no boundaries.
Always remember, You are the one and only confident pilot who can land yourself safely even in the most crucial of all emergency situations. You are a concrete wall for yourself to stand against.


Stay confident! Live fit! Keep smiling!
After all why should we punish ourselves for no wrong?