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...

My life

Life is a journey ......

Everybody around resonates the sound
Life is but a journey with plenty abound

The plenty scares me a lot
More than when it’s the what

Is it for me to decide
Or destiny’s rules to abide

I started out small
But so were each of my falls

Not many memories come to mind
But surely i wouldn’t have been easy to bind

A little slip, a huge fall
I pretty much would have done it all

Growing up was easier still
If not then but now with the memories that fill

Riding atop shoulders to pulling kiddy pranks
I was not far from being crowned Mr Cranky pants

I knew my ways around
My howls and alarms knew the person to sound

I mean that literally ofcourse
Because i remember myself hanging on to my mums purse

I idolised my dad, cuz he worked so hard
Always wanted to be a CA, though didn’t understand a word

Was a teachers pet with plenty of naughtiness
Sports was the only thing that brought about the haughtiness

Settled for what i got
I guess wasn’t then the materialistic lot

My brother was my enemy number one
Jerk used to top his classes, i guess right from 1

I grew up more in age
Height, weight and hair style didn’t take centrestage

Changed my friends, from good to well.....
Though what i learnt from them was far from swell

My attention moved a little towards the fairer sex
Though to this age i fail to decipher the complex

I somehow passed through the phase
And then came the academic chase

My dad came into prominence and shot to dominance
My acts were restricted and lies and excuses came into existence

I met a new group of people, who were the best of the lot
All through these years, they withstood the onslaught

I changed a lot to adapt, and my height also grew to apt
From being a silent spectator, i had my times of having attention rapt

Through these years, my best friends came to life
One seems far away, though the other has helped me battle all the strife

I shot into academic prominence in those times
Well the truth was, people better than me took science

I used to boast of commerce in blood
A few successes here and there and confidence was there to flood

I tasted brilliance in plus one, won a few accolades in plus 2
At the final frontier, the alma mater rated me too

I guess i let them down at the field
I had promised a lot and in the end had little to wield

Once more i travelled the known path
I was guided into the finance dark

My happiness had no bounds
With the barbed wires down, there was plenty to see around

College became a religious ceremony,
CA tuitions were always a point of acrimony

We made a fine group
From midgets to a giant who had to stoop

CP became our hunting ground
All through the year, we were there to be found

I was struck by lightning before the second year
Although i recovered much later to everybody s fear

It was a fun filled year of accolades
From excitement to content, it had all shades
As was the rule, the cycle of life pedalled down
All in all there was much around to frown

The year post had nothing much to boast
But for the friends who stuck by to toast

Another year of grappling fears of insecurity and going nowhere
Shades of brilliance were captured in instances unworthy to share

Then came a month of happiness, everyday was a new mission to outdo the fun
I know it wont have lasted long, i moved out before the set of the sun

Alas! came the two eventful years of so called education
For all i know, i learnt about jargons and miscommunication

But its the people i treasure, for those are who i found
Its like i found life with reasons to live abound

I could describe those years in phases
All of them account to be captured in cases

From wild driving and frantic running around
I wasn’t sure this was the place i wanted to be found

I settled down and looked happy too soon
From the stars i wasn’t even allowed to settle for the moon

Then came the euphoria again
The magic washed away the pain

This time i walked through the rain
Stretched my hands and let the droplets strike me in vain

I went around the world in 90 days
Found a friend and life, my exaggerated smile had everything to say

I came back to a world upside down
My brother getting married faded it away and turned it around

I was patient to say the least
And yet i wasn’t far from missing out on the feast

The third phase was a revolution after all
Against all the winds, i had to stand tall

The winds of change came and went
Aah, the joy and people that poured in, in that vent

There was happiness galore, smiles and giggles and folklore
Well there was a place to go everytime i opened the door

Like every pleasant episode it had to end
But the participants continue to be promising friends

A few around me know, i hate marketing companies for sure
Well its only the airlines and my brothers ATM that help cure

I stare at the skyscrapers beyond, as i sift through my work
When someone asks how long will i be here, i say long enough, with a smirk

The phases wander through my head and spell out details
Significant enough, they form their own tales

As i sit and look around for more episodes to fill
The journey seems so fulfilling even still...

I am here to learn, give me work !!! please ;)

after asking work from quite so many people, amazed, i realised
i was so free that the prospect of boredom was in sight

having gone through all that was asked
my blank look was far from masked

i complained of lack of work on the outside
while the lethargy inside breathed to life

cricket, business, news and websites of all pastimes
most of what was permitted, was already gone through and completed

the work syndrome is pretty similar to the study aspect
once you’re out of it, you feel much better without it

although once in the process, you dream about those days of freedom
but the rust gets accumulated and takes its toll on the work to come

the fact that i wish to learn, or atleast keep ratting the same
every day gone by seems like a wasted day in an effort to keep up with the name

i find comfort in people around with similar work profiles
no work but bank accounts that pile

i wonder if this is how you shift to vices
is lack of work as good as overload to push you to the crisis

i ponder and try to recollect work everyday
and yet i postpone to have something to do the next day

each day i plan to do something new
but ideas that i generate are very few

so to keep them from running out
i keep that work on hold and wait for new work to sprout

cant help but think what made me rattle on for so long
if nothing else it helped me carry on till the luncheon ding dong

when am back, i shall think of more
if not work then ways to fight the bore

Guilty of being happy

How many times did you moderate your joy
For you didn’t know if it was the right moment to rejoice

Weren’t there moments, when you made up tales
That your life wasn’t all hunky dory through the day

Even when you weren’t fazed
You pretended to look dazed

For you didn’t want to make him feel unhappy
And be caught guilty of being happy

Why make up sorrows and show the fear
Just to empathise with your lonesome dear

Why fear listening that all was good in your own life
While the spokesman confessed to walk on a knife

Is it unacceptable to smile at all times
Is it unadmissible to have no pain to hide

Why have to say, no I am as bad if not worse
Even when your life was so far from adverse

We all know life aint fair to all at once
So why do we end up searching sob companions in tonnes

Be a shoulder to a friend, don’t laugh at his downtrend
But don’t denounce your life for him to feel at home
For you never know, how soon you wont have happy streets to roam.

When everything is going your way and its just your day
Its time to bask in the sunshine and make hay
Not to feel guilty of being happy
To someone who was robbed of a perfect day.

The friendly "Critic"

For every one finger you point towards someone
The rest four point towards you,
Does that mean never point out
Cuz u can never be perfect enough for you

Your real friends are those who are blunt
and point out your mistakes,
So then why cant they just wait for the right moment
and choose the right way

Sweet talkers are the worst kind, beware
Then why are we taught to be sweet, come what may

Once a fool, always a fool
Well who gave you the right to rule
If there wasn’t room for any
All of us would be game for pennies

Practice what you preach
Or else you aint fit enough to teach
Well what law did one breach
If from one s own mistake, he did teach

The motive aint to counter fall,
For there lies truth in them all
But if there aint a way to mark the line
Then why is there a need every time to whine

If I’m a friend, and I care
Should I point out something “I” feel wrong
Should I wait for the moment
Should I worry about the right way,
Should I be sweet and soothe it in
Guess the answer always is “it depends” :)

who are you talking to ??
what is the whole matter about ??
what is the person going through ??
how has the person reacted the previous times ??

Yet !! all we do is go by instinct
for some we point fingers,
for some we pat the back,
and for some we lie back and let time do the trick

A little sweet, a little sour

A lil sweet a little sour
I had a dream, I fear I went too far

I wanna run I wanna fly
I wanna live until I die
Wanna love wanna care
Wanna do things I dare

A lil sweet a little sour
I had a dream, I fear I went too far

Take a leap, climb up steep
Sow a tree I can reap

A lil sweet a little sour
I had a dream, I fear I went too far

Wanna cry wanna try
Wanna kill memories that dry
Wanna cheer wanna peer
Into a world without my fear

A lil sweet a little sour
I had a dream, I fear I went too far

Wanna laugh wanna smile
Wanna walk those thousand miles!!!

There are only some things money cant buy!!!

A few bucks down the drain,
From pa s pocket, didn’t feel the pain
He slogged for every cent while we spent
In the materialistic world, the value lost its scent

Its often said that money cant buy everything,
Well if not, it sure can you get you to a stage to think about that thing
The value of money is gravely misunderstood,
By those who have too much or too less to bother two hoots

Ask a person whose moneyless dreams were squashed
He didn’t ask for money but the dearth, struck unabashed

Considered an evil for friendships to prosper
Who would I ask, if not my trusted helper

So how important is it, well for once
Ask a guy who works to live
For seconds
Ask a guy who plans to give

Though outnumbered by those who profess their stand for a less materialistic world
They find ample support, as the professors perform against their word

So where does one draw the line
Between satisfaction and the greedy incline

I guess not many have found the answer, and those who did
Couldn’t share, for it is for each one to bid