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

Born to be HAPPY :-)

In one of my recent conversations, rather arguments, with my uncle, I conceded to one of the facts that he convinced me thoroughly of; we were born to be happy

His first argument was ; "don’t you think human beings are generally happy"
My obvious answer was "no", with all the sadness around it seemed an apt comeback

Then he asked my opinion on me as a person, about being generally happy or sad , I replied a yes, for I was happy for more time in a day than I was sad

He caught upon that and replied, same is the case with other people, if you measure the amount of time they are sad or happy, it will always weigh heavier on the happier side invariably.

Then I thought about it, no matter how pissed I was, or how angry at someone or something, it took me not more than a few hours of a single bad day to get over it, now even if you were to calculate a bad phase out of your life, you would realize that your sad periods wont aggregate to even 10% of your total life.

Now it would be logical to conclude that an activity carried out for more than 90% time of our lives is not that hard and comparatively easier than its counterpart, thus proving its easier to be happy.

Here comes the final point or rather the most important conclusion from the discussion, WE WERE BORN TO BE HAPPY, and even when we don’t realize it, we are happy for most of our lives.

Its often said sleep is a reflection of a happy and peaceful state of mind, so all the blissful sleepers around, who at any point feel sad during the day must treasure their joyful siesta and continue to smile.

A disease called "EMPATHY"

The philanthropic scent of empathy,
Swept all over the pitiful and inconsiderate words of sympathy

It spread so nice and smooth,
It hid the vices of the soothe

While I try to explain, a disclaimer I shall announce,
The words are unclear thoughts rather than random jibes to denounce

The story of my recognition I unfold,
This is how the movie rolled

Empathetic in my heart,
I knew, I could do no harm, from the start

For I knew no matter what I did,
I knew in his shoes I would fit

For If I was ever taken to task,
Astute, I would ask

If you were me, in place of me,
Wont you do the same ?wont you thee !!

No matter what one said, I would have scored,
Before the confrontation, the victory horse I would have rode

What I didn’t realize then and I ponder over now,
Is how true is the principle of empathy to bow

If you were me, when I wanted you to be,
I would have the world full of “me”s

Where would all the uniqueness and diversity go,
If everyone was asked to be me and show

Why would, rather why should I be in your shoes or you in mine,
When we fit our own just fine

Why should I be an excuse,
Under which for wrong deeds you take refuge

In the end empathy is just an excuse, in distress to use,
Rather than accept the fault, blame it on generality to muse

There might be some good in it, for why it was born
But I fail see most of it, now that the shine is gone

The views are mine and so are the words
Don’t think like me, or we’ll all be in herds :)