Stars shining down

From dawn to dusk they wait in bitter,
Only in the dark, can the world admire their glitter

From the members of the vast unknown,
They becomes ascendants to the suns throne

The darkness aplenty, needs them to light up the gloom
They, the torchbearers burn their souls to live up the doom

The flickering lights to the media bytes,
They rehearse it all, from the top to the fall

They are the stars shining down
In the tuxedos and the evening gowns

Funny, how you compare the real to the reel
And emote surprise when there is difference to feel

Why was it they were held so high
If they couldn't even live up a lie

Among those star struck, i listened with attention rapt
And i wondered if the ladder up was reserved for the just

Entertain us, many a time, they do it right
How then do they reach a position of might

Like a pet trained to jump through the fired loop
Seems when he does it right, you are bound to stoop

I for one am among the fooled lot,
And then again there is still much to be sought...

The lustiness of laze

For time unknown, the reaction hasn’t grown
The mention of lust, and outcomes the emotion of disgust

Without dissecting the origin and dictionary meanings
It’s simply put, just a yearning

Though best used to describe..... The primal beast (ya right!!)
I for once don’t find it wrong to create a stirring title atleast

The desire for laziness is no different to express then
If not all then most are infatuated with the siesta pen

Although more likely to be a feeling innate
When practiced at work, it separates the ordinary from the great

Like the L word... it’s a sensation best kept to yourself
Though all may crave inside, it aint for public indulgence

It’s contagious nonetheless
Well you can’t blame one, it’s comforting nevertheless

The soothing comfort of doing nothing for once
It starts as a puff, and soon becomes an addiction for existence

To break the circle you must toil, those plans for slumber one must foil
And there comes a point of no return, when you become a hardworking geek with no fun

Yet, the lust for laziness survives on the weak and the meek
For the rest it just waits for the weekend breaks...

Closure

It took me years to ponder
Why did the hate so long linger

Attachment I didn't feel any
Yet the nerves tensed so many

Was it forever to be an open wound
Was every mention to make me curl up crude

It took a stroke of emotion to realise
A viewpoint crept in the head unwise

What if the power was taken away
What if feelings had scattered astray

Did I want it to stay.... No way
Did i want it to last another day... a loud nay..

At moments like these i realised
Sometimes the worldly definitions complicated the defined

What was simple enough to be overcome at once
With previous experience of others seemed like grievance by the tonnes

I forgot my own lesson of life
Uniqueness pervades every aspect of the strife

What if I stood at the same shore
I took a different road and chose a different door...

The Picasso life

A friend once told me Picasso’s cubism serves
For all i understood, the guy couldn’t draw the curves

What was so special to demand a feeling so elate
Weren’t cubes part of the daily plate

Well then life moved out of arts and fun
And the cubes struck back with a pun

They were all around like popsicles in childhood dreams
For an instance i thought they only maintained elegant streams

Another look at the office space didn’t change the thought too much
I got the good old desk and chair without the cubicle touch

The window seemed like the reward for those missing out
Yet to a novice like me, it was the icing on the cake without doubt

Today morning the prejudice was removed
To a cubicle when i was requested to be moved...

The boss seeked a pleasant response for his friendly gesture
All i could think was, uh....ummm... as you say master...

The first few minutes of enclosed space made me realise
This must have been the creation of the worldly wise...

To trap you in a space with plenty for others to peek
To look around there was nothing much to seek

It is supposed to make you nice and warm, and..define your workplace
I stretched my hands behind.... and already i was sharing a colleague’s space..

So much for my assertion of it helping me concentrate on work
Been yapping about it for an hour with a mighty smirk

Soon i will come out with the cubicle chronicles..
The life and story of those trapped...
For now i know for sure, no matter what efforts i make
In their household woes, i will be sapped...

The Recency Syndrome

Out of sight, out of mind
How would i remember you through my grind

Ever wondered how you lost track of your trusted accomplices
People who meant the world, whom your heart now and then misses

Well for one i thought it was all about the connection
And for seconds i put it down to the mutual affection

But it was more than abstract thoughts
In the real world, where you ran after what you sought,
It wasn’t just about the intention to stay in touch
It needed an effort to remember as such

Everytime a new acquaintance entered life, the mind tried to push an old one aside
Don't bet on the intelligence of the same, more like the last time the thought of him came

In an effort to connect to the present, loosened strings of the past
In the valley of known, i hung on to the recent cast

It ain't about losing touch and regretting the same
Its about realising how the rest remained

Admiring the test they stood by
When your memory would have thought a many to bid them bye

Real friends might not be the ones who stick around always
They might not be the ones that badger you and lecture on the right and wrong

For me they are the ones who stood up when i called, and i knew
That no matter how many hours separate the last talk, to connect they wont take long

And invariably you will find, you’re in shit most of the time
And to call up your effervescent chum ain't not crime

And if you suffer from the recency syndrome too,
He wont respond cuz you felt damn guilty to dial him to

The moral of the story is to bear in mind
Lost in the grind, you need a buddy to unwind,

So make a call, write a message, drive an extra mile
It is you who knows how to make him stay the while

The Bold & Beautiful Black Swan

Little did the black swan know when people stared,
Little did she think before she did what she dared

To her being different was a comment of others, not a effort known
While she walked around, her head hardly felt the throne

The rarity of her presence was a dilemma to others
To her it was existence in limbs and feathers

When success didn't beckon those who followed others in the path astray
They looked up to the black swan, who had just continued to walk her way

Be different, without having to think so, be bold without having to raise your voice
Life gives all a second chance, if not the first time, this time around make your choice...

Being different was never about standing out or taking the road less travelled
All it entailed, was moving ahead, no matter who walked beside and who followed..

My Experiments with happiness

It takes fewer muscles to smile than to frown
Always believed that staying up was easier than to drown

Off late realisation has turned a corner itself
What seemed regular, requires struggle no less

It was easy to be happy at times,
But making an effort at other times was no crime

Through the ups and downs of life came definitive points
When you could swing as well, and wear the moody crown

Or else you could live through the grind, with a smile on your face
Knowing that you have received more than your share of grace

There aint no need for comparison to any,
Just a walk down the memory lane would do the trick for many

Before accepting life the way it is
I'd much rather step up and change it into a bliss

Have come across many in life,
Who have been accused of having no strife

Getting to know them I realised, it wasn’t any pain that they hide
It’s just that they accepted that there would be a downslide

Yet they didn’t let it get them down
Instead of being gloomy they prepared for the happy sound

Aint about rejecting reality, rather accepting it and believing, time I made it a better place
Certainly aint about turning your back, but looking it in the face “hey, wanna go some other place”

No ones to blame if your life wasn’t a dream, but for you
Knowing you could have made it better for all around you

Every night I wanna go to bed, believing I lived another day in wonderland
Every morning I wanna wake up, to live the dream I just had...

Changemasters

On the road less travelled I fear to tread
There aint much to lose, still don’t know what’s there to dread

The comfort has set in too deep
The hope that it might change for better just doesn’t seep

Optimism has become a word for the impractical
Risk is a word for the brash,
Want to live life without making a move
And yet be there in line to cash

When one said change was constant, I thought it would stay
But now it’s all moving so fast, can’t seem to catch run as fast as I may

In the process of playing cat and mice, I came out trumps
I didn’t win the race but I knew I was acting like a rat in the dumps

The fear of losing is worse than losing itself
Especially for those who have not built themselves

The belief in your ability to stand,
Comes most in the withering sand

Challenging change is more like a stunt
Then again it can be done only from the front

While you are behind, you can only opine
Whether or not you were willingly left behind

Changemasters to me are not those who make the change
But those who anticipate and change the change

They are prepared to turn the tide
From being thrown a drift, they move ahead with a glide

From unspoken heroes to legends alike
Improvement is their way of life

Indecisiveness

Wonder what took the confidence away
What makes the mind go astray

Where did the intuitive powers go
Why is there no decisiveness to show

It’s not as if, I blundered big time
Or as if I committed a crime

Somewhere false humility seeped in deep
It’s as if, sternness began to seem steep

Living within boundaries has become too convenient
And there’s always a friend around for frustrations to vent

The fire within dies before it fully ignites
I am back to steps before beginning to take strides

The fear of going wrong keeps me away
Knowing well that there could be nothing worse to say

The thought of disappointing someone or letting people down
It’s all so personal, if I let you frown

I know better, that there aint a way to keep all sane
But the never ending struggle drowns me in further pain

Someone once said, the only thing worse than losing something
Is losing the confidence of getting it again

There is need for a knee jerk action
If only I could decide on the direction

I have reached a place
Where there seems to be thoughts pouring in for every case

Somewhere these thoughts need to be put in action
Even if it means disappointing a faction

Somewhere things might and will go amiss
But better still than me reaching the abyss

It’s time to shake off the lethargy and don new attire
Time to challenge the mid-life satire!!!

Misgivings of the head and the heart

Lord only knows his desire
For he gave us a heart to enjoy his satire

It wasn’t enough to have a head
Calling it brain for all, though would be too far fetched

Coming back to the point, like there wasn’t enough thought
Now one also had emotions to be fought

Why is it that..all impetuousness was blamed on the heart
While the head took claim for success from the start

Everytime you desired, was it the heart or head
That made you dream lying in the bed

Its hard to realize who impacted the nervous spells
Was it the hearts will or the heads dread..

Wise men say…Follow your heart, use your head
Well… only if both of them agreed together to tread

Immaturity, impatience and all those classy work-in-progress words
Its like describing the act of catching those run away birds

Who could control the will and virtue
Aside from the far and few, although many have tried to claim their due

Further confusing is the desire to control
Albeit when you do, you’re in for no stroll

It would be like holding a cake but not having it
Admiring the car but not driving it.
Owning a house, not living but manning it
Holding a kid but not playing with him/her….it

For the fear of spoiling, you steer clear
Not realising you’re losing your life dear

Its, of these moments, that a lifetime is made
And rest all are glorified moments for family and friends to tale

Live life, like you desire, head’s or heart’s, leap over the pyre
Leading life by example, leaves little to admire

Calling Out

Sharing was never easy to do
Sorrows rather than joy, seemed more the issue

When everyone said spread happiness and cut down tears
Did you feel conscious of expressing your fears

Is it ok to share happiness but cloak the sadness
Or, is there some strength we must try to impress

Ever picked up the phone and kept it down
Not knowing if you wanted to share the frown

When called, waited for the person to realise
That everything with you wasn’t alright

When met, held on to the fake smile
Hoping he would see through the futile

Why is it difficult to hole out
What could be so important to fear the dole out

Those scarred with backlashes would comment
A previous case had their confidence bent

But how long does one go on
Hiding every emotion forlorn

Isn't it all about finding your comfort zone
Friends who wont push you off the throne

A confession would become a conversation
And a fear would get them more dear

But more than that every single time you’re down
You’ll smile knowing that someone is near

Restless!!

I wonder what takes over
As the mind begins to hover.

I search through images in my head,
As if trying to figure what it just said.

Thoughts rush in and out
Leaving me in doubt

Was this a passing moment
Or just restlessness finding a vent...

Why need i be restless..
Why need i feel breathless...

I aint working too bad
I aint staying too sad

I work up a good routine
I manage to keep things clean

Then what is there to wean
I mean..

Somewhere down i know
There is someplace i need to go

Not literally ofcourse
But where...am I on course?

I look at my endeavours in life
Happy friends, family and wife, although it seems a strife

Wish to spread happiness around
Not just to those who know my sound

Do i wish to make it big
Or do i care for that occasional jig

What is it that I wish to do..
Until i learn, restlessness is there to woo...