The Sand..

I knew the sand in my hand, would slip

It is eventually, never meant to stay

Why do I still, want to hold it there?

Why don’t I let it move away?

Is it some fault with my technique?

The more I fistify it,

the faster it checks out of my embrace,

and I just keep uttering,

HOLD ON to me till I see my grave…

What is it that makes me care?

Isn’t the sand found in abundance in atmosphere!!

What is it with this particular 10 grams?

It’s nothing except,

It has managed to stay this far...

Pondering over, years will it take....

But neither sand nor my fist ought to be blamed!!

For it is my foresightedness to be slammed,

Or maybe, I managed to replace the fore by hind

Willingness to hang-on gave it a tough fight!!

A Friend or a Foe

If someone laughs at me,

who is he?

a friend or a foe.

when i look for justification,

I find multiples of iteration.

which ones should, I negate.

to which one's be I considerate.

He may be a friend,

feeling a chuckle,

could not put hook.

Resulting into,

his foeish look.

He might as well be a foe,

enjoying my times.

of course Rough, it can't be Smooth.

watching my moves,

as a Spy,

standing by me in a back turned mode.

what shall i do,

to make my busted mind.

talk it loud or crush it down.

After all, it is a thought.

making me labour,

to figure all out.

Hey, shall i think over it again.

Can't he be a no-one,

just making a nice gesture.
trying to soothe me,
and take it a step further.

Ooh my god,
Your Unpredictable Creatures..

Can they ever be judged,

and that too by look, behaviour & Posture?

The Texting Warrior..

I was running through my day in an usual manner and all of a sudden i felt a moment of stillness. It was not because, i had met some angel or mermaid. It was because, i was witnessing a humanised version of the "Ant trying to climb a wall and falling down" story.

I had just got through the gates of a DTC bus and my face was enlightened with a sense of achievement on getting this seat. I happily placed myself on the seat and was trying to somehow manage my laptop when a moment of don't know what struck me. The person sitting next to me, was texting on his cell. Not that i am from some other planet and was witnessing someone texting, for the first time. But the noticeable thing about that particular event was, this person in question did not have any fingers to help him with that texting assignment.

Even now, I can feel that numbness in my body which my senses had sensed at that point of time. I literally felt like going up to him and helping him with the text part but somehow didn't (Probably, MBTI Framework was wrong in declaring me - Extrovert). It's not about the SMS he was typing, neither it is about helping him.

Its all about realising the battle that this person fights from the very first light in the morning till temporarily closing his eyes in the night. And it is in between that comes into play a sarcastic, troublesome, criticizing and at its best sympathetic world. Its about the bravery that person shows, by coming out of his safe zone and take on the bull by the horn. Its about respecting that will power, which rejects to live with the fact that it would end up on the losing side in any case.

It does not end there, its also about US- the mighty intellectuals with "we know it all" attitude. Each one of us complains about some or the other thing in one or the other way. Its always about how much we want and sadly, we keep generating our needs at a faster pace than Mosquito's birth rate (presuming that mosquito's multiply faster than any other insect).

The most Tantalizing fact about everything that evening, was no conversation took place, still that 30 minutes of journey taught me more than any Engineering or MBA book could even intend to. It's all about that teaching and inspiration, that is imparted to the mortals by this texting warrior each day, in and out.

Lets Recognise and appreciate that effort rather than sympathizing with them.

Well, you might want to know his profession, He is a TEACHER....So Apt, isn't it??

After You Left...

After you left.

I m not sure i wept.

I may have shed tears,

but none for those glorious years.

The moisturizer was just,

in anticipation of pain.

pain,

which by your exit, i would gain.

the withering blues and Cruelsome rain,

alone i will be to face all of them.

You were mine, i used to claim,

but for the present state,

whom should i blame.

it was my action, which made you decide,

"LETS PART WAYS", to be precise.

now, we are on different tracks,

i fear of some heart attacks.

how would my eyes negotiate,

would they show love or show hate,

when i would in front, encounter your face.

how would i then react?

agony, your hand in someone else's would create.

how can u make Ur head rest,

on the shoulders which r not on my waist.

you will cook not for my taste.

no one will scold, if any money i shall waste.

you would have children,

who wont have my name.

i may get success, wealth and fame.

it wont mean any big deal,

as on getting chocolate,

a child's wound doesn't heal.