I see comparison in the name of equality, but why? Man and Woman are two sides of the same coin, aren’t they?
Let’s not talk about the New Year for a minute. Yes, we did step into a new year and have got ourselves a new start but let’s really think about something important.
After we are done with a book or a lesson or any other experience, we summarize and write a mental note to ourselves. Similarly, I think it is nice to write a Note to Self before we move on to new experiences.
This is mine. I hope you write one to yourselves too!
Note to Self
A dark sky full of stars,
Found me wandering about.
Underneath the moonlight it revealed,
How our shadows silently shout.
Doubt, biggest quake in any sphere,
Shakes the very strongest of stones.
So to nullify, keep calm and stay clear,
Key lies in voices and in tones.
Fear, result of our own mind,
Cripples the very ablest being.
So to nullify, challenge the wind,
Fear can be defeated with a little bit of cheating.
Pain, who drops by time and again,
Strangles our mind and heart.
So to nullify, try being insane,
Pain is not really that smart.
And Sadness, the widely regarded spoilsport,
Is in fact our own manifestation.
So to cut its stay short, Smile…
Your shadow will figure out a solution.
It is said to have started with a big bang,
And so did the wheels of time.
Just like cosmic bodies we grow old,
And forget many who were once prime.
Life takes us to many places,
Ups and downs being the typical way.
While transversing the idiosyncratic story,
We let go of many without a say.
Old friend you are now lost,
Existing only in the initial pages.
Neither of us did anything wrong,
But we drifted with different stages.
Each one remembers the other,
Smiling with tears at memories of past.
Hope you are doing well,
Friend is one you just cannot recast.
Summer of Spain, two thousand and ten.
I see a painter sitting by the street,
Face so innocent, eyes so calm.
She makes painting of those who desire.
Each stroke has its own charm.
I see her eyes as hypnotic as they are,
Looking at children playing in the alley,
My table and her chair aren’t much far,
Her paintings aren’t anything less of a story.
Oh and there is a secret, she keeps to herself,
Known only to a few like myself,
What you see is unknown to her,
While her vision is the painting itself.
When? Tricky and smart, time deceives all, Sometimes runs while sometimes crawls. Did you notice the game it plays? The greatest tale of silent stalls. Tell me, When did we lose our oldselves behind? When did our games become those with minds? When did we start doubting the world? When did we stop being honest and kind? Tell me, When did our lives become a set of goals? When did we start changing our roles? When did we stop having pure fun? When did we start burying our souls? Tell me, When did we change without even knowing? When did we lose all the fun while growing? When did we become who we are? Will it ever stop or continue flowing? When did this all take place? Yesterday seems simple while we race. It's common yet it's haunting Life changes, simple or daunting?
Feeling lost amidst a crowd, I decided to come here; A peaceful place just to speak, A place where I don’t hear. Strange it is but somewhat true, It’s difficult at certain times; To understand what one goes through, One needs to hear the rhymes. I spoke to all and spoke to none, All that was happening and was done; Still nothing seemed alright, Okay, and thus I was done. When no mortal could help I turned to them, Who have been here wearing rocks and stems; And those who are always flowing, And the one who burns. The immortal friends. Words came out and echoed around, No one replied yet peace I found. Once felt lost amidst a crowd, Found myself in nature and its sound. Got time to breathe, to think, “Allow yourself…” said the immortal, “to sink”, “Your own voice will help you through”, Writes the Poet on a paper with Ink. -The Poet