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...