My way or better still my way!

what good are you,
if you cant make the world dance to your tune

one always thought that was the rule,
and spent a signficant time following it like a fool

me, myself and ego were to be crowned,
any alteration upon was to be frowned

perfection was a god gifted guarantee,
ofcourse there was no change to be made for free

yet when it came to messing with other people's lives,
hypocrisy taking over, came as no surprise

as long as the pieces fit the puzzle i intended to solve,
they were termed as worthy to evolve

else they were to be tampered and twisted like pieces of clay,
few fragile emotions wrecked were considered the price to pay

when results were off the mark,
the twisted ones were to hear the bark

as if almighty had wrested all his powers in one to dictate,
if not my way, there couldnt be a better fate

ofcourse it is the easier said than done,
a little more introspection could have made it a bit more fun

controlling oneself is certainly not the simpler of tasks,
but it could help take away the superficial empathy masks

the exceeding gap of expectations would no longer be a worrying figure,
although the peace wouldnt come without its own share of rigour

for it is easier to inflict discipline and order,
yet when it comes to self, habits are blamed for the disorder

nonetheless if the search was to find happiness after all,
what better way than listen to the inner call!

Beauty lies underneath!

sometimes it makes me wonder,
if beauty does lie down under

cuz if that were the case
why would there be the cosmetic chase

why were protagonists so attractive in looks,
wasnt an engaging character enough to keep the audience on the hooks

if the book wasnt to be judged by its cover
and if all that glittered wasn't gold,
shouldnt they spend more time teaching mannerisms to kids
than on dressing them up for the world

why are beauty contests associated with blonde bimbettes,
if beauty was within, shouldn't catwalks be replaced by test of wits

was the facade just a move to keep the ugly ducklings in control,
or is reality a way of giving the pretty ones a role

whatever it is, the definition and application are misguided for sure,
when an alluring exterior is held synonymous with a soul so pure

its not that the two are isolated for always,
yet to substitute one with the other doesnt seem to be the right way

Mona Lisa Smile

Fewer muscles to smile than frown
Grandma’s tip became talk of the town

Twisting of lips seemed hardly a guile,
Now appears worth a medal if it lasts all the while

Deciphering the mysterious smile of Da Vinci’s muse
The world stumbled much to the arty amuse

While to many it was a breathtaking sight
To others it was a woman holding on to her insights

From courtesy calls to hearty laughs, From tiny smirks to sarcastic remarks
A smiling face holds it forte, From bright mornings to lonesome darks

A smiling face hath no regrets
Only the spirit to face the threats

One who wears his scars with a smile aplomb
Hides more than the mourning tomb

Yet life rekindles in their arms
For it needn’t reach out for the sympathetic alms

Dreams unlimited!

i dream a dream anew
i dream a dream for me and you

i dream the dream comes true
i dream the dream thats due

i dream that dream that comes a few
i dream that dream that demands everything in lieu

i dream a dream that has just you and me
i dream a dream that sets us free

i dream the dream that seems so far
i dream the dream that keeps us from staying apart

i dream that i dream that dream everytime i wish to dream
i dream that i dream that dream forever there is to dream

Different Strokes

Coming to the end of another dawn
I looked around at the set pieces on the day bygone

Those evening bells of freedom are seemingly gone
Tables have turned, making me stand alone

Far away from the madding crowd that rushes out
I stare at their backs, reviewing the day with my face stout

What would have changed, if was not around
If I left, would someone have missed a sound

And then there were those moments of solace
Where I managed some grace

There came that smile on a beloved’s face
That sealed it.. this was to be my place

I couldn’t live beyond these seeming bounds
I will build a life on these grounds…

To Ravi Ma’am, With Love

Of the many beautiful memories that I recall,
There are some that make me smile and others that make a tear fall

Blessed that we were to be under your tutelage,
Oh! how we would love to be back at that stage

Those learnings stay etched deep inside,
Even though physical distances might have stretched wide

We miss you in our own ways,
Indebted to you we shall forever stay

On this special day of yours, I wonder what to say
As my prayers go out for you and your loved ones’ happiness to stay

May you continue to enlighten the young ones around,
For in our lives, your words of wisdom shall forever resound

Many many happy returns of the day, Ma’am
May God bless you with all that he can..

The Supreme Power

In the land of God, i faced doubts well known
Was i questioning his existence again or his power alone

If neither then i why did i fear the outcome
And if either then why was i bowing my head in front

I then wondered if it was another attempt to please
To the world around, and to put the theists around at ease

Yet the peace that trickled in wasn't a farce
And now i wonder how to retain it through the darks

In times of impatience and tempers that run short
I know i might lose even before the battle is fought

Coming back to the God's world, somewhere I still believe
His creation was an effort, to support the world, supreme

To devoid the mortally powerful of the might to dominate
And to give hope to the destitute by ways of fate

Shoes to fill

another day in the soaking sun
well almost.. if not the sun.. it was devoid of fun

getting my act together amidst expectations high
dont know whether to let things take due course or how hard to try

the pressure seems more from within than beyond
impatiently i wish to get acclimatised to the pond

equipped with a post and a background to brag..
dont think too long it'll let me drag..

i wish to be ready when situation demands
in the meanwhile i continue to collect the strands

ideas seem to flowing in a flurry
everyone around seem to be in a hurry

sometimes i wonder if i justify the faith
or is all the pampering just a tactical bait

guess could do with the motivational boost
more appropriate than the guilty route

need to try shoes before i find the ones that fit
meanwhile those selling can hardly do more than sit

nonetheless a smile adorns my face all through the day
if not me always.. i do manage to light a few faces i may!!

Half Truth

It aint one of those sudden realisations in life
And yet one which was achieved with considerable strife

Milestones were set at sincerity and integrity,
Destination arrived at deceit and hypocricy,

Chanakya was hardly being curt
"Straight trees are first to be cut"

Honesty and Integrity were redefined
To comfort the perpetrators the adjectives were refined

Strategies, Secrets and Half lies
Became the new age traits to vie

Diplomacy was the crowning glory
Gone were the days, when such acts were uncouth and gory

Yet the kindergarten definitions stayed the same
i guess they didnt expected the kids to enter the game

When the conniving were punished for being far from straight
It was like recongnising the future greats..

Those poor beasts also didnt realise
that this was their talent in disguise

Newbies were to meant to learn it the hard way
That there were hidden rules to the play

For answers the ordinary would sift in vain through their academic pile
The greats however.. what they lacked in competency, they made up in guile

Most of the above is just the raw truth
Guess it wont make sense till you brood..

Obituary to a dream

All the time i thought it would last
Never admitting that the dye was cast

Well it was hard to work with the assumption of godly fate
It just ruled out the possibility of messing with Almighty the great

Then.. at times he struck with force amass
And you know what .. one just couldnt grasp

The fact that your existence could be taken away
Makes you re-think, short term scam or long term play

What if you were not meant to last the race
And if you did, you might have run out of pace

Out of context as much it may seem
Saw a colleague going down with his dream

One fine morning we were informed
The bench he sat on would no longer be warmed

It wasnt the first.. not that there were no such things in the past..
And no matter how much i wish.. it wont be the last

Yet when it hits you from quarters so near
It makes you shiver with fear.. if not for self then those dear

Wake up Sid... you are an idiot!!

This year, there were a lot of movies that i liked, from Dev D to Kaminey to Love Aaj Kal and ofcourse Paa. And then there were two which made me think... Wake up Sid and 3 idiots..

No it wasnt a sudden flash of flight nor was it the enlightment par excellence but just the small flicker of thought... a small support to the way i want to think.. or rather the way i wish i could think...

Neither am i spoilt rich brat (no CRV not even a SLR guys...) and nor am i the suicidal/photographer/Wangdoo types... yet there is more to the line of thought...

The freedom to think.. the freedom to decide.. the freedom to fail.. the chance to feel been there done that...

One might argue that what better than taking the family legacy forward, what better than helping out your poor family, living your parents dreams or in some cases even earning the big moolah.. but what if you werent meant for either..

the afterthought of being caught
is the small twist to the plot..

what if...

now increasingly as i keep denying options and postponing decision making deadlines i dont even know what i am supposed to be doing.. but i am willing to experiment.. i still dont know what makes me love to live.. basically something that i enjoy doing while being good at it.. not the other way around like we have been taught... you should enjoy doing what you are good at .. because being good at it means.. that is what you were meant to be doing...

blah blah blah... i could go on forever.. rather i have been going on forever.. people convincing me have had it with me...

Anyways... kabhi toh i'll find my way, i cant just go on doing things for the sake of doing.. some day i would love to live for myself in the truest sense.. and probably that day i'll be most suitable to the rest of the world as well.. either ways then it wont even matter... LOL!!

I want... this and that... and maybe what i already have

I thought this time around I won’t bother with the rhyme, although it sounds better it just takes a lot of time. 

I was discussing with a friend yesterday on the ability to look within, how even things that you want, can be categorised into the public and the private divide. Basically the process of how your “wants” address your public and private needs.

For example, there will be certain wants like say visiting a famous place like say London or Paris which at times could be just "public wants", implying that, they would give you good conversation pointers and only make you feel appreciated in public. Infact your recollection of the fulfilment of these desires would also be limited to discussing them with the known appreciators.

On the other hand, there are a set of private wants, which may not be as appealing to those around you, yet to you, they are almost irresistible. For example, eating a favoured cuisine, spending time with a loved one, playing your favourite sport are all such moments of truth. The culmination of these wants would be the moments forming part of your memorabilia when you look back at life.

Yet sometimes we get confused and demand and run after public wants more than the private ones. Although this could be because we are more accustomed to discuss the former but in most cases, including myself, it happens because we don't identify those moments as fulfilment of wants, we don’t appreciate those moments of joy as those to be recollected and in turn just keep them to ourselves without tagging them as a lifelong remembrance.

The process of identification I haven't been able to figure out, but I know I want to start now and realise before long...