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Straight to the Milky Way's heart

Einstein had it right. Time is relative. That guy sure knew what he was talking about but it got me to wondering, did we get what he was talking about?

Well, most of your are think if we travel faster than the speed of light we will leave time behind or something on those lines and you are not wrong. If we do travel at the speed of light, time will move slowly for us than it does for those who are on Earth. Well, that’s that. However, since you are on a Poetry blog listening to a poet, things have to be presented and understood from a different angle. The Poetic angle.

I am sure you must have waited for something in your life and that you must have spent some time which you felt passed away way too quickly. Now, isn’t that a catch? Relativity here as well??

So here goes…

Theory of Relativity

While sitting on my allotted train seat,

And staring out the moving cabin,

I awaited a long longed letter.

The trickster time kept varying its spin.

Slow, it was moving very slow indeed,

So I compared it with a different time.

One where I was full of excitement and laughter,

While committing a ridiculous crime.

In the blink of an eye, I remembered,

That time passed me by.

Funny enough now that I see,

My e-letter too just arrived. Secret is,

When we start doing what we adore,

Even the slow clock starts to fly.

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Let’s keep things simple shall we?

Often when we shoot for our goals we don’t always make it. Sometimes when we do, we are overwhelmed and filled with joy but when we do not we break down, doubt ourselves and go into a spiral.

You see, there is a cure for that. The cure is very Simple. 

What is the cure, you ask?

I already told you, it is simple.

So for the 121st time, Read to know…know to read

 

Simple

Simple is the solution that you seek,

Even though the times are hard.

I know you feel that your chances are bleak,

Trust me it is just one more yard.

So you had to wait a little while longer,

Or you lost after reaching till the end.

A weak one succeeded while you were stronger,

Or any other time when you weren’t contend.

You felt pain, you felt sorry,

You had doubts and acted folly.

Thinking of what winners might have done,

Simple as I told you already.

They tried again…

For the very first time, I am allowing my own voice to sound the Poem I wrote for the world. For those who do not have the time to read my words, can now hear it from the composer.

Do let me know if you liked it as much as I did composing it.

Listen to know…know to read

 

While I carved life on the canvas,

A beguiling form started to emerge.

Haywired but pristine to look at,

Many lines did while many didn’t converge.

Upon completion I took a few steps back,

And gazed at a multi-coloured tree.

Each branch with its own demeanour,

That only the carver would see.

Each chapter of ours created a branch of its own,

Some ended, some persisted, and some awaited.

Each with soft sweet fruits or white harsh stones,

For us to taste as life advocated.

Haywired but pristine is what I saw,

Because each branch had a beautiful outline.

Good ones were good and bad ones weren’t flawed,

In the end, every chapter turned out just fine.

 

Good Morning Reader!

Weekend is here and nothing brings us more joy than a Saturday Morning.

Keeping the joy and excitement alive, I plan to give you a paheli that will amuse you and add to the randomness we all long and love in our life.

Now this paheli or puzzle if you may is going to be in the form of a Poem (Wow! As if you didn’t know :P)

But before I go on to the fun part, I have but a small request…

Comment one puzzle for everyone to solve or, state the most random thing you would like to do this weekend

Paheli

A dim-wit once said, ” I am smart,

Smart if you think I am Silly.

In this play of ours I play my part,

Heart is wiser than mind. Really?

Amidst the horde I feel cold,

While in winter I am warm.

I gave money for the items I sold,

And it worked on everyone like a charm.

Days are long and nights are short,

Months are slower than years,

I live in my 3 bedroom fort,

Where the dust is very clear.”

A dim-wit once said, ” I am silly,

As Silly is the new smart.

You are more than these labels really,

So who am I in your chart?”

~ A wise dim-wit idiot.

Most of us are made the same,

But only a few leave a mark.

While we play, they design the game,

With signatures nothing less of a hallmark.

Irrelevant of their fields, irrelevant of their nations,

Irrelevant of their culture, language or even traditions,

Was their methods. Unique that they became success’s definition.

Every great being was his/her own competition.

So a fast one is late and a slow one is on time,

Or a strong one is fake and a lean one fights crime,

Or the orator brags while the silent rhymes,

Ordinary people walk but the greats climb.

Most of us were made the same,

But only they left their mark.

While we looked at others game,

To humanities privilege, they added their spark.

A motivational note…

Do you know why our eyes release tears?

I’ll answer that at the very end.

For now let us not pretend,

Reboot, regroup and comprehend.

Every morning we get on with our work,

Trying to move a step ahead, scared to get stuck,

But it is not that simple, not that straight,

Life has it’s way of being a jerk.

So we try and try again till we can,

Soaring with our wide wingspan,

But eventually we run out of energy and plan,

And end up quitting what we began.

Every machine on this Earth,

Including humans for all their worth,

Need to reboot every now and then,

Answering the question which was stuck.

So take some time to stroll back,

Steal some peace and love for self,

Indulge in things and give yourself some slack,

A Soft temperament is impossible to crack.

On a small flight of about 2 hours,

I realised one simple silly fact.

This seemingly social society of ours,

Behaves such when there is nothing to distract.

A 2 hours tale…

So I sat next to this seemingly ordinary person,

Whose name is not important to this tale.

The flight took off as we acted to our version,

Unknown of the things that were about to unveil.

It took us a while to settle down and adjust,

There were no books, tv shows, or movies to trust,

Eventually the protocol came into effect,

Awkwardly two strangers decided a conversation is a must.

With no fear of coming across as boring,

No expectations or the necessity to impress,

We talked freely and kept on exploring,

And soon realised that both her and I were a mess.

Funnily we kept on talking for the entire duration,

Two travel freaks who wanted to travel cross nation,

And later as we deboarded at our destination,

It hit me. Chatting is nice but nicer is a good conversation.

Post flight

Stop chatting and start conversing.