I won't say it's been a perfect journey, for it wasn't really one
But inspite of everything, I dare say, I had a lot of fun
We made a lot of pit stops, we had a lot of fights
We also had our moments, of angst and of pride
Sometimes we were mature, at other times we were not
But, however we went about, we did achieve a lot
It's been a bumpy ride so far, but boring it was not
Incredibly stupid we might be, but we're a fun lot
We often hit each other and broke our little hearts
Then glued together the pieces that had fallen apart
We don't profess to stick together in joy and in strife
But we do seem to savour this roller coaster called life
Some rhyming like those in kindergarten, Some unrhymed like chaotic clouds, Some with the immaturity of a teenager, Some with the innocence of a tyke
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
The mind churns
The mind churns out
solitary sentiments
from a pool of thoughts
Saddened, silly, swamped
without a doubt
disgusting
There are remnants
of once
beautiful ones
That were
ruthlessly ignored
and left to decay
They glisten now
beneath the surface
their colors darkening
But their fragrance
still evokes
the longing
To pen them on paper
and set them free
of the drench
The stink
of procrastination
looms large
All over
the swamp
of ignored thoughts
But the sweet smells
of the good ones
intermingle
And create an aura
of mixed feelings
and drudgery
solitary sentiments
from a pool of thoughts
Saddened, silly, swamped
without a doubt
disgusting
There are remnants
of once
beautiful ones
That were
ruthlessly ignored
and left to decay
They glisten now
beneath the surface
their colors darkening
But their fragrance
still evokes
the longing
To pen them on paper
and set them free
of the drench
The stink
of procrastination
looms large
All over
the swamp
of ignored thoughts
But the sweet smells
of the good ones
intermingle
And create an aura
of mixed feelings
and drudgery
Friday, September 28, 2007
A sad state
The soul brimming with ideas and thoughts
I want to share with someone
The mind numb with the clutter of daily chores
That never seem to end
While I'm seeking for something
To whisk me away from this drudgery
There's someone who expects inspiration
From this bored, world-weary lass
Yet, I tried to milk the soul
To find a drop of guidance
All that resulted was a further loss
Of energies and the sense of purpose
So smothered the poor thing lies
Beneath the pile of undertakings
For all I know it might be screaming
Under the struggle-induced deafness
These words are a desperate effort
To reach that inner, divine voice
They're my only recourse and refuge
And my connection to sanity
I want to share with someone
The mind numb with the clutter of daily chores
That never seem to end
While I'm seeking for something
To whisk me away from this drudgery
There's someone who expects inspiration
From this bored, world-weary lass
Yet, I tried to milk the soul
To find a drop of guidance
All that resulted was a further loss
Of energies and the sense of purpose
So smothered the poor thing lies
Beneath the pile of undertakings
For all I know it might be screaming
Under the struggle-induced deafness
These words are a desperate effort
To reach that inner, divine voice
They're my only recourse and refuge
And my connection to sanity
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Grace
I sit here in silence tonight
Rummaging through a pile of feelings
Which one do I pick
To express in words
And present to myself
As I lay down on my warm bed
Wanting nothing more but a cool sheet
A swarm of thoughts arose
As it always does
To penetrate my sleep
My sweetheart rushed to help
Driving them away and calming me down
Then, as he turned away
To welcome his own peace
A thought shone from within
More an impulse than a thought
It was as strong and brilliant as they come
I knew there was no withholding this
So I surrendered to its power
Lest it burn down my night
So, I sit here in silence tonight
A slave to that impulse and the Master who controls it all
What I want to do this moment
Is more a necessity than a wish
It's and obligation to the Is
As I grew conscious
About the power of the Will
I have been utilizing
The same for every wish
Knowingly or otherwise
As the months passed by
And I worked towards what I wished
I saw each one of them
Being morphed from a dream
Into good, solid reality
Then came the elation
A natural successor to success
Along with a sensation
That was more grounded
Like an anchor of the soul
It was time to return
The favors bestowed upon me
To give back to the Is
The love and attention
That I so fiercely sought
To talk to the Universe
To say that I was in cognizance
Of the demands
That had been fulfilled
And prayers answered
To say my grace
At least once in a while
If not as often
Or with as much vigor
As may be necessary
And so, I sit here in silence tonight
Choosing to express that one important feeling
Presenting to the Is in myself
In return for the fruits
My gratitude, my humility
Rummaging through a pile of feelings
Which one do I pick
To express in words
And present to myself
As I lay down on my warm bed
Wanting nothing more but a cool sheet
A swarm of thoughts arose
As it always does
To penetrate my sleep
My sweetheart rushed to help
Driving them away and calming me down
Then, as he turned away
To welcome his own peace
A thought shone from within
More an impulse than a thought
It was as strong and brilliant as they come
I knew there was no withholding this
So I surrendered to its power
Lest it burn down my night
So, I sit here in silence tonight
A slave to that impulse and the Master who controls it all
What I want to do this moment
Is more a necessity than a wish
It's and obligation to the Is
As I grew conscious
About the power of the Will
I have been utilizing
The same for every wish
Knowingly or otherwise
As the months passed by
And I worked towards what I wished
I saw each one of them
Being morphed from a dream
Into good, solid reality
Then came the elation
A natural successor to success
Along with a sensation
That was more grounded
Like an anchor of the soul
It was time to return
The favors bestowed upon me
To give back to the Is
The love and attention
That I so fiercely sought
To talk to the Universe
To say that I was in cognizance
Of the demands
That had been fulfilled
And prayers answered
To say my grace
At least once in a while
If not as often
Or with as much vigor
As may be necessary
And so, I sit here in silence tonight
Choosing to express that one important feeling
Presenting to the Is in myself
In return for the fruits
My gratitude, my humility
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Longings - I
I look out the window
And see a lone tree
It rests atop a knoll
Draped in herbage
For a moment this scene
Is crystal clear
Then slowly it blurs
Behind a sheet of rain
I'm mesmerized
By this view divine
Yet I can't afford
The bliss of being there
Chained as I am
To the workplace cubicle
Under nobody's orders
But my own obligation
It's funny how we humans
Take a detour
To endless hours at work
So we can play during the rest
We slog for a secure dwelling
But yearn for adventure
We spend hours in chaotic commutes
And crave for a moment of peace
But that's the way of the world as I see it
Simple units bound into complex structures
That disintegrate into the parts
To be revived yet again
And see a lone tree
It rests atop a knoll
Draped in herbage
For a moment this scene
Is crystal clear
Then slowly it blurs
Behind a sheet of rain
I'm mesmerized
By this view divine
Yet I can't afford
The bliss of being there
Chained as I am
To the workplace cubicle
Under nobody's orders
But my own obligation
It's funny how we humans
Take a detour
To endless hours at work
So we can play during the rest
We slog for a secure dwelling
But yearn for adventure
We spend hours in chaotic commutes
And crave for a moment of peace
But that's the way of the world as I see it
Simple units bound into complex structures
That disintegrate into the parts
To be revived yet again
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Difficult to express
Groping for thoughts
Where there exist none
Squeezing undiscovered feelings
Into words
Envisioning scenes
While staring into space
Attempting to bind fiction
Into form
Criticizing the masses
When the mirror shows your worth
Trying to silence
The warnings of your soul
Searching for answers
To questions that befuddle you
Stringing those pearls
Of wisdom unknown
Where there exist none
Squeezing undiscovered feelings
Into words
Envisioning scenes
While staring into space
Attempting to bind fiction
Into form
Criticizing the masses
When the mirror shows your worth
Trying to silence
The warnings of your soul
Searching for answers
To questions that befuddle you
Stringing those pearls
Of wisdom unknown
Monday, August 20, 2007
On the way back to myself
Sweet slumber, dreams tugging at your heart
You reach out and almost get hold of them
Then, a blank moment, and they're gone
Normally you'd linger on, hoping for an action replay
A replay where you can grab the elusive ending
Or change the dream somehow
All you achieve is another hallucination
Unrelated, unwanted, distressing perhaps
Or the same story with the same abrupt non-ending
Sometimes you succeed in breaking away
From the temptation that cuffs you to your bed
And brace yourself to follow your own plans
Your moves are swift and deliberate
As if you'd never laid down for the night
The battle seems a mundane chore
High on determination, you leave the house
To tread on tranquil paths
Of the world and your mind alike
This is your gift to yourself
The warmth of the sunshine
The coolness of the forest breeze
And every such gift deserves gratitude in return
For you've slain your demons
And worshiped your angels
Haven't you been missing the fun, foolish lass
For, whenever you do that, you cross my path
And it's been so long, girl, I'm glad you're back
You reach out and almost get hold of them
Then, a blank moment, and they're gone
Normally you'd linger on, hoping for an action replay
A replay where you can grab the elusive ending
Or change the dream somehow
All you achieve is another hallucination
Unrelated, unwanted, distressing perhaps
Or the same story with the same abrupt non-ending
Sometimes you succeed in breaking away
From the temptation that cuffs you to your bed
And brace yourself to follow your own plans
Your moves are swift and deliberate
As if you'd never laid down for the night
The battle seems a mundane chore
High on determination, you leave the house
To tread on tranquil paths
Of the world and your mind alike
This is your gift to yourself
The warmth of the sunshine
The coolness of the forest breeze
And every such gift deserves gratitude in return
For you've slain your demons
And worshiped your angels
Haven't you been missing the fun, foolish lass
For, whenever you do that, you cross my path
And it's been so long, girl, I'm glad you're back
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Rhyming in Vain
A raindrop here and a tear drop there
One brings hope, the other takes it away
A tear drop here and a raindrop there
One flows of joy, the other washes it away
A mansion here and a tiny hut there
One keeps you warm, the other freezes away
A tiny hut here and a mansion there
One sleeps soundly, the other worries away
A dark cloud here, and a rainbow there
One makes it gloomy, the other cheers a day
A rainbow here and a dark cloud there
One's unreachable, the other gets you some day
A punch here and a smile there
One knocks you out, the other makes your day
A smile here and a punch there
As you can see, I've had a really bad day!!
One brings hope, the other takes it away
A tear drop here and a raindrop there
One flows of joy, the other washes it away
A mansion here and a tiny hut there
One keeps you warm, the other freezes away
A tiny hut here and a mansion there
One sleeps soundly, the other worries away
A dark cloud here, and a rainbow there
One makes it gloomy, the other cheers a day
A rainbow here and a dark cloud there
One's unreachable, the other gets you some day
A punch here and a smile there
One knocks you out, the other makes your day
A smile here and a punch there
As you can see, I've had a really bad day!!
Nightly Rhymes
Another night when sleep evades her
Another night when peace betrays her
A few minutes ago she would've drifted into slumber
A few minutes later, though, resting is a task of labour
She may be exhausted one night, excited the other
But sleep visits rarely, just like a perfect weather
The trouble is causes her cannot be explained
She's lucky to have her sanity retained
Brilliant ideas zoom about like fire-flies
But she can't capture them from where she lies
Repentance is then all that remains
For all those goals she never attains
Yet, she's hopeful of every single moment
For the one precious gift that it might present
The power to set her talents in motion
Helping her achieve everyday salvation
Till then, her desires will silently scream
As she drifts through every meaningless dream
Till then, the bed is a slab of burning coal
As, once again, she strangles the voices of her soul
Another night when peace betrays her
A few minutes ago she would've drifted into slumber
A few minutes later, though, resting is a task of labour
She may be exhausted one night, excited the other
But sleep visits rarely, just like a perfect weather
The trouble is causes her cannot be explained
She's lucky to have her sanity retained
Brilliant ideas zoom about like fire-flies
But she can't capture them from where she lies
Repentance is then all that remains
For all those goals she never attains
Yet, she's hopeful of every single moment
For the one precious gift that it might present
The power to set her talents in motion
Helping her achieve everyday salvation
Till then, her desires will silently scream
As she drifts through every meaningless dream
Till then, the bed is a slab of burning coal
As, once again, she strangles the voices of her soul
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