Category Archives: thoughts

Maniacs at Work

 

Youth, embodiment of energy and crazy. But

Truth, quintessential drudgery resulting in lazy.

Why, a question with an answer all hazy.

Reality, no one knows or even asks out of courtesy.

Anomaly, when someone tries to row upstream.

Perceived, a foul player who cannot be of a team.

Irony, when one does live their dream,

The World, “Why can’t we live in the same theme?”.

 

Walk your own life and let others be,

The more you twist or tangle, lesser you will be free.

Maniacs at Work need to stop and flea,

Your wish is what your life should see.

 

Mask

 

A suit of armour that shines so bright,

A helmet to cover the eyes,

Hiding injuries of the previous fight,

We face a war everyday in our lives.

Some enraged, some desolate,

Some caged or maybe in another state,

Everyone had to deal with something great.

Mask is what comes with fate.

No not weakness but symbol of strength,

Knights have heart to go on to any length,

Mask doesn’t hide but helps to stand tall,

We can rise only after we had a fall.

Wear your wounds as medals of valor,

Put on a smile to tip the world off.

In hardship lies true glamour,

Tomorrow is another day, another stand-off.

Extro-intro-verts

There is this bizarre concept called Extrovert and Introvert.

Extrovert is someone who is considered as a socially confident person. A person who knows how to leave an impression etc. etc.

Introvert is  someone who is shy and cannot gel up in the crowd with ease.

Pish Posh!.

Adjectives are only good when used in a sentence to describe things, not humans.

To be honest, every extrovert is somewhat of an introvert and vice versa.

It is all about the time and place.

Extro-Intro-verts

The crowd is engaged as the desired one speaks,
Everything that is being said is simply magnificent.
Who cares about the content, just see the techniques,
Extroverts, blinding all the critiques.

But wait, who is that standing in the corner?,
And why is he not saying a word?
Maybe he doesn’t understand, poor foreigner.
Introverts, know only the art of murmur.

No doubt extroverts are great,
No doubt introverts often wait,
But that is all, there is no other difference.
Extro-intro-verts have both shaped earth’s fate.

Look beyond the skills of presentation,
Extrovert is more than charms and smile.
Look beyond the silent hesitation,
Introvert is more than a closed file.

 

~Ideas and content matter the most

 

Growing up

Change is always met with friction and therefore growing up too is hard to digest, process, and express.

But after a particular point of time or more specifically events, we do grow up. The only question: Is it for our best?

Growing Up

I can only judge one man,
In whose shoes I have walked.
So to meet him I do all that I can,
A journey where me and I talked.
Careless, hopeless, and without any plan,
My journey started a bit quivery.
But then again I was just a kid,
Unaware of most of the mystery.
Reality sunk in sooner than later,
And I realised I have the spark.
To my story I became my own creator,
By being Persistent even in the dark.
Good and bad both greeted from time to time,
My past failures hanging onto my life like a crime,
The only thing I learnt as I was growing up,
In the end everything will be just fine.
~Anyone who has realised this simple fact,
Is a grown-up and will one day shine.~

Ecstatic

Amidst all the hustle and bustle, we humans often neglect or miss the events that actually change our lives. When we expect them the least they come and change the course of our lives.

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.

 

Ecstatic

Lobby is filled with bright young faces,

So many aspirations, dreams, and goals.

Different backgrounds from different places,

Here to audition for whole new roles.

Ecstatic to be a part of change,

A pinch of uncertainty in the otherwise smart world.

Life gives us chances to expand our range,

Seemingly endless or maybe simply twirled.

Ecstatic! Don’t you think?

Life has its own way of doing things right.

Everything changes while we blink,

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.

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Words are the best secret keepers as they never spill out any secret.

Well, until you read them. After that they are like those drunk people who ramble on and on about everything they know and have stored inside their heart.

Seriously, Words!!! Learn to be a good friend for once.

Okay, however here I want you to do what you do best…misguide the world.

This is the story of a 6’1″ tall, narcissist who knows only one thing properly… his heart.

Stubborn, egoistic, determined, charming etc. many adjectives have been associated with him but what is he really?

I hope you help me to find out…

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Oh! dweller, who is looking for self,

Funny how you know everyone but you.

Like all the books that stand in your shelf,

You think you have read everyone you knew.

Oh! dweller, let me know then,

Who am I and what is true?

For all I have heard time and again,

My different versions from many different view.

Let me tell you what is known to a few,

We are what others want us to be.

Oh! dweller, without any further adieu,

Do convey what you actually see.

Take on Mistakes

What is life without mistakes?

A mere journey with no learning and sense of accomplishment. So while the world associates mistakes with something negative, let me tell you why I believe they are essential and wonderful.

Keep making mistakes but never repeat one.

Mistakes

You learn only when you try,

And trying comes with its proof.

Learn to look your mistakes in the eye,

For mistakes are never aloof.

Each new mistake has a new take,

And a message to never repeat again.

Remember, it is your goal which is at stake,

Keep learning every now and then.

 

Trick for life

I am happy to announce that I am happy. Yes, I think that should do…

Hello fellow mortal, playing the game of life. Happiness and Sadness, ups and downs, rights and wrongs are all taking their turns and making you jump the hoops, right?

That’s alright. Life is 10% events and 90% reactions to those events.

So while we cannot control 10%, we can definitely command the remaining 90% with the help of a Trick. A trick for life.

Good Morning to all, all the way from India!

Namaste 🙂

Trick

“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction”

A law of science which is absolute and true.

Also true is the law of ramification,

“Our actions which are reactions have consequences too”.

Most of our open eyed time,

Is spent on figuring out, what to do.

And while this is necessary and prime,

I see a trick for life clearly through.

Embracing events with positivity and smile,

Is the only simple trick we can do.

Being angry, sad, or even scared is not worthwhile,

Something amazing is always hidden from view.

His-Story

This is his story. A story which created history. Very few know him, even fewer understand him and perhaps no one ever got to see the real him.

Who is he?

He is anyone, everyone, and no one.

This is our story. A story of which we all are a part of.

His-Story
A con man with an uncommon genuine smile,
Predicating an image that is still unclear,
Is always facing some or the other trial,
For his mind has both courage and fear.

Humble at the very core but not so much on the skin,
Just like the world we so much adore, we too are on a spin.
And to win?, Con man must be a kin,
And so we all have this evil twin.


Passionate is another charm of time,
Without which nothing is fine.
Each step in life is like a line.
His story is for him to design.


To be truthful, not being truthful is alright,
For with situations we need to change our sight.
Lose if you must for trying is right,
His story speaks about everyone's fight.

Dried Ink

Coming back…

 

Ironic!

A live street in an iconic city,

Yet everything seems dull as a desert.

Pages are blank while the Pen is witty,

Ironically the writer is unable to assert.

 

Which brings into question the reason for this,

This void of thoughts in an ever thinking mind.

And as the writer seeks the miss,

He lost his eyes and turned blind.

 

Chair right in the front made a noise,

As if someone just came and sat.

And in a sound similar to mine, said

“It’s time for you to have a chat”

 

I listened as I narrated an old story,

Who, What, Why and When came back.

A poet who was in his prime and glory,

Is in need of a whole new track.

 

And no one else could tell me that,

For no one else knows me for I.

Yes, sometimes you need to put on the wise old hat,

And look for yourself with a blind eye.

 

The story he narrated is different for each of us,

And so is the struggle, so is the fuss.

Suddenly the voice muted and I could see,

A new path and an awaiting bus…