Whoever saw procrastination as a crime
Didn't quite notice the weekenders in prime
The new buzz word on the block
For those slogging round the 5 day clock
Dividing the week into the two
One to live and other to rue
From the scornful Monday morning blues
To the Ripley's believe it or not TGIF rules
Intimidated at first, imitating at next
I wondered if the lifestyle suited me to the best
Claimed to be meaningless work life was to be strived for
And then the rewards were to be gulped down to drown the uproar
Those that seek comfort in the knowledge of the known
I wonder if later would find it was better to leave it to the unknown
The idea of living life in phases
Striking the keyboard hard with Saturday night in gazes
In the search for the genesis of this time-tabled chain of routine
Amazed me how much of it was to keep away the introspection of The Dream
The herd mentality had ruled,
Yet you were the only one it fooled
Looking back at the timelines, the collages were drawn
Complaining the blur, hardly realising the life of a pawn
Learning it the hard way, in the most interesting company to keep,
If only you could plan it all, i would only sow what i wished to reap..
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Search for Passion!
If you love what you do it ain't work,
Well what if you didn't, were you condemned to be a jerk ?
Trying to fault the system around
There were hardly any answers I found
What was it that I was searching for,
If stumbled upon, to hold on to it would I have the power ?
What was it that made the ideals the people they were,
The money, the idea, the execution or just passion so pure
How was I to find my elixir,
Would the impatience and irritation finally have a fix
With expectations so high from a solution so unknown,
I began introspection of what seeds of passion in me were sown
More than the exercise I am enjoying the dialogue with the wise,
Maybe the journey will take its time, for now I atleast I knw what lies ahead in prize.
Well what if you didn't, were you condemned to be a jerk ?
Trying to fault the system around
There were hardly any answers I found
What was it that I was searching for,
If stumbled upon, to hold on to it would I have the power ?
What was it that made the ideals the people they were,
The money, the idea, the execution or just passion so pure
How was I to find my elixir,
Would the impatience and irritation finally have a fix
With expectations so high from a solution so unknown,
I began introspection of what seeds of passion in me were sown
More than the exercise I am enjoying the dialogue with the wise,
Maybe the journey will take its time, for now I atleast I knw what lies ahead in prize.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Growing up
"Life's eventually going to be real fun"
Was all an evil pun
"This is the time to be serious"
Was ofcourse sarcasm too delirious
"These are the defining years"
Sweetie say bye bye to the partying peers
Wondering how many times was I at the hearing end
To be reminded that I was close to going off the bend
The passing years made me realise
Each previous life shattering trouble now seemed like an innocuous sneer in disguise
Ridiculing the past yet learning from none
I continued to grind waiting for the fun
Only to be told at the gates of joy, my friend u turn ahoy
You have come to the end of the road, from here mundaneness aboard
I tried to wake up from this bad dream called reality,
Only to realise that my right to dream had been exchanged for maturity
Maturity itself was no present from above anyhow
Am still unwrapping the layers and surviving with practicality for now
I fail at no opportunity to shout out to the young ones around
There are only so many years of life to be found
That's before you begin to live the life of a hound
And that's even before your better half gets your troubles to compound
Gazing at the time, i ponder how long will these mindless jibes entertain the mind,
When will there be an opportunity next for life to find
Growing up is hardly an option I seem to enjoy
Ageing however is the just another semantic decoy!!
Was all an evil pun
"This is the time to be serious"
Was ofcourse sarcasm too delirious
"These are the defining years"
Sweetie say bye bye to the partying peers
Wondering how many times was I at the hearing end
To be reminded that I was close to going off the bend
The passing years made me realise
Each previous life shattering trouble now seemed like an innocuous sneer in disguise
Ridiculing the past yet learning from none
I continued to grind waiting for the fun
Only to be told at the gates of joy, my friend u turn ahoy
You have come to the end of the road, from here mundaneness aboard
I tried to wake up from this bad dream called reality,
Only to realise that my right to dream had been exchanged for maturity
Maturity itself was no present from above anyhow
Am still unwrapping the layers and surviving with practicality for now
I fail at no opportunity to shout out to the young ones around
There are only so many years of life to be found
That's before you begin to live the life of a hound
And that's even before your better half gets your troubles to compound
Gazing at the time, i ponder how long will these mindless jibes entertain the mind,
When will there be an opportunity next for life to find
Growing up is hardly an option I seem to enjoy
Ageing however is the just another semantic decoy!!
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Walk the talk!
Bemused I looked upon the sky
And questioned why on earth! why
Was it so hard to walk thy line
If yes, then why mutter the divine
The merriment from the verbose appeal
Faded too soon from the inaction so real
How often was I to fall for it
If you were never to do your bit
Naive I feel for expecting the strife
Who was I to demand such way of life
When was one taught to segregate
Among those who used the semantics as bait
How was one to identify the saner lot
How was it possible to put everyone through the testing pot
The findings themselves made one question the circumstantial tests,
Who were we to identify the ideal crests
Yet, I wondered how I would have fared
Gave me a fair insight into how the rest cared
And slowly the realisation began to dawn anew
Walk the talk had followers afew!!
And questioned why on earth! why
Was it so hard to walk thy line
If yes, then why mutter the divine
The merriment from the verbose appeal
Faded too soon from the inaction so real
How often was I to fall for it
If you were never to do your bit
Naive I feel for expecting the strife
Who was I to demand such way of life
When was one taught to segregate
Among those who used the semantics as bait
How was one to identify the saner lot
How was it possible to put everyone through the testing pot
The findings themselves made one question the circumstantial tests,
Who were we to identify the ideal crests
Yet, I wondered how I would have fared
Gave me a fair insight into how the rest cared
And slowly the realisation began to dawn anew
Walk the talk had followers afew!!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Judgement Day
I argued forever that nothing changed
Events in life only tested how strong relationships were made
Futile, I realised were my attempts of denial
Childish, were my claims of revival
Not only had opinions altered
Somewhere along the line the connections had faltered
I smiled in vain trying to recollect
Smiled more thinking if I would ever be their new version of correct
Voices inside me prompted personal jibes
How was it that we were now different tribes
Judgement Day had dawned on them anew
Dazed I mulled over the rulings that they threw
Stepping back I wondered how wisdom continued to elude me
As my elementary emotions couldn't fathom thee
Will I become the ones I now fear
When the wheel of life in the next step shall have me steer
Events in life only tested how strong relationships were made
Futile, I realised were my attempts of denial
Childish, were my claims of revival
Not only had opinions altered
Somewhere along the line the connections had faltered
I smiled in vain trying to recollect
Smiled more thinking if I would ever be their new version of correct
Voices inside me prompted personal jibes
How was it that we were now different tribes
Judgement Day had dawned on them anew
Dazed I mulled over the rulings that they threw
Stepping back I wondered how wisdom continued to elude me
As my elementary emotions couldn't fathom thee
Will I become the ones I now fear
When the wheel of life in the next step shall have me steer
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