Monday, February 22, 2010
Our own mortal soul, be-fooled..
by our own thoughts and aspirations, shrouded in gloom..
Perfection so unattainable with the battle
of whether the mind or the heart is to rule..
A quiet soul often presumed to be taciturn,-
an amiable one being loquacious..
No matter how good you may be or pretend to be so,
what unfurls is all-the good, bad, ugly and worse
With the gift of the gab comes the loud mouth,
with pride comes the ego,
With patience comes laziness,
None of the vices the virtue can forego..
Acceptance of this human life's playful pert,
is what we can do first,
If life were to be in constant mirth..
what would be a smile, a tear, a kiss and a hug's worth?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Law on Arbitration keeps me busy,
I type away the seminar in my own lazy way..
Since morning,through noon,
until evening and night my study blues..
'Abba' playing on the lappy,
gtalk signed in for some break time chatting..
Sniff..sniff ..sniff.. nope me not crying,
Law is a passion and I'm not lying..
A second it takes me to leave my blanket's warmth,
and abandon the lappy I love..
Sniff sniff sniff..I go down the stairs..
I have a frown and a look that is -staring into thin air!
Sniff sniff sniff..nope I'm not love sick
I'm not love lorn..
Its something I and my mum share,
no not our resemblance or our stare..
Sniff sniff sniff..and I trace the haze..
until I find the trace..
Sniff sniff ..and I see it all,
a burnt cake, lots of smoke and sad faces of those who tried so hard.
The frown vanishes and we burst out laughing,
No idea how the shroud of smoke would vanish until the hostel comes out coughing!
I dedicate this poem to the too many lawyers who spoiled the broth
and to the doggy nose that Mum and I got!!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sometimes I just want you to listen,but there are the same times when you wish to keep mum..Listen one can without saying a word,but hearing and listening would't be same for all..
Sometimes I wish I were with you,but those are the same times you want your time all alone..To be in the place as same as in one's thoughts,
wouldn't be possible for all..
One time you are there with me, in front of my eyes and in the same moment ,in my soul..
The other time you are far away, just like a story untold..
Most of the times you know when I'm happy and know it too that I'm melancholic in my own way..Funny it is that at times its true that you hurt me,but its when I don't want you to know and just for that , I pray..
To feel love and that too your love, there is a need to feel empty..
There is a need to taste some pain, a pinch of hurt... to win back love aplenty..
Monday, February 08, 2010
All huddled up ,fluffy cotton ball like, are some,
daring to challenge the cold breeze, standing against it are few..
Ashen firmament, falling auburn leaves, swaying trees; a spectacular view...
It came unannounced, it came without any prayer..Its 'winter rain'.
Perceived in many a way-surprising, welcoming and dismay..
Some await sunshine,
while others love the weather gods' play,
Its pitter patter unexpected, its painted everything silvery gray...Its 'winter rain'.
Some crouch into warm blankets,
stay indoors lest the cold would catch them in the fray..
While others would treat their taste buds,
with some hot tea, perhaps jalebies too on a tray...
After all, its a surprise visit once in a while by 'winter rain'.
Two ways to look at one thing..
poles apart are the thoughts,
Two different ways of feeling it,
yet it changes not...
How we mortals perceive as we wish,
see the same not as same,
Life and its experiences..at times like dew, sometimes thunderous rain,
Wish everyone could welcome it all, like welcoming 'winter rain'...