Five Things About Me!

Well, this is an inspired post. After reading the daring self-acceptances some of the souls have done, I thought of giving the same a go.
Whether we have breathed the same air in a room or not we are, my dear dear fellow bipedal, trotting on the same planet. And ain't it just lovely to a know a lil more about your own species, eh?!

Tada! Le lil' bits about le me:

1. Petrified of leeches. Lets not talk about them anymore.

2. Can't for the life of me draw. Cannot. Artistically challenged. Well, as far as drawing anything other than a straight line goes. And even for that, a scale would be mighty helpful.

3. Hate the color lavender. Love the smell of it though. Hate the smell of jasmine. Hate it. Period.

4. A hen once bit me. Well, yes. You read that right. Didn't have too much of sense when I was five. Don't have much claim on the same a couple of decades later, either.

5. Crazy about cheese and mayonnaise. I know I am digging my way to the grave but who on the planet, isn't?

And yes, 'eff' the ordinary. Become the best version of your self.

Start. Today.

A bat’s wings

Emotions. They expand. Like a bat’s wings.

So, off we go dwelling in the past. Events which look fleeting in the present, assume a different shape as they grow older in the memory. A second look. A secret glance. And, words take new meanings. Actions are re-acted. Judgments are passed without the accused standing a chance.

And then, forgiveness creeps in. Arriving unannounced.

I am all, but, a prisoner of my dream.  And darlings, so are you.

Tippy tappy toe

Nothing happens.
In a twrilling world,
Tippy tappy toe.
Everything happens.

Rising sun.
Receding shadows,
Tippy tappy toe.
Everything happens.

Falling waves.
Moonlit sky.
Tippy tappy toe.
Everything happens.

Rustling leaves.
Airy dreams.
Tippy tappy toe.
Everything happens.

The Business of Being

The season is changing. Its interesting to find the consistency in change. Four seasons. Come and go. Do you ever spot a certain consistency in yourself? Like spelling a word wrong, always. And for the life of you, cannot remember the correct version.

Its interesting.

What is even more interesting is Average. How it brings the high and mighty, and the low and meek, together. Or, shall I say. The high and low. The mighty and the meek.

Yes. The average can be ugly. Sometimes.

The average is an easy path. Life is harder on either sides of the median. Its tricky for the too good and the too bad. Not that I know which side do I cater to.

There are times when life becomes easy if you confirm. But, should you?! Well, do it if you think thats what you want. Dont, if it nags you to.

The business of being. Its interesting.

I wish I were a hay.

I wish I were a hay.
Flying post to post,
Amidst memories of rain,
In the arid month of May.

I wish I were a hay.
With no boundaries,
With no shackles,
Stumbling along my way.

I wish I were a hay.
Wishing for ties.
Hoping for bonds.
If I could just, stay.

P.S. Inspired by The Grass so little has to do. 

Armistice

Mind o' mine!

Be a little kind.

Let the heart breathe,

Let it leave the broken pieces, behind.

Toiled hard, it did.

To put the pieces back together.

In the revelry of the triumph,

Let it be blind to the marks, forever.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,

Both walked in, tonight.

Swagger matching swagger,

One, a flower and the other, a dagger.

And I think, evil beckons evil,

And I think, nice beckons nice.

Why do I fall for conventions,

More awaits what meets the eye.

You!

Set my world into motion.

You.

All around the gold, beckons.

Me. 

Twirled hands.

And mashed feet.

Dream high.

Soul sigh.

Conundrums

Conditions apply,
On time travel.
We skip,
Over memories.

Chose to remember some.
And have selective amnesia,
over others.
Wonder, I do.

How hard it tries.
To remember some.
And harder,
To forget others.

Mind over matter.
Matter over Anti.

P.S. "To Rhyme or Not to Rhyme" is idealistic genocide. 

Commandments and Sins

Ten ancient commandments

Lousing up the fun.

Along came prosperity,

And then there were none!

Seven deadly sins,

A man has got.

Pride, Avarice,

Envy and Wrath.

Makes you different,

One from the other.

The one u fall forth,

Lust, Gluttony or Sloth.

And so I've heard it said,

that pigs will fly.

And someday soon,

They'll rule the sky!

Aqua Dreams

Oh! How wonderful things are.

Like lovely tunes on a guitar!

Happiness can be bought in shops.

Like lollipops!

 And no one halts them, wishes.

Do you hear the swishes?

 I dream of a dream.

Where dreams come true!

The dreams of an Aqua.

Fiery and true blue!

Free Will, Beautiful!

Intoxications. Some transient. Some soul searing. Some fancies touch you for a spilt of a second of a light year. Some last the whole length of it. Intoxications. The toxic. The elevating. They reveal. They hide. You.

The mind. Revolutions that go around thoughts, dreams, desires. Oh, the beauty of an intoxicated mind. And the sheer evilness of it.

Free Will. The drug that gets me high. The free will to stay chained. Chains that bind one soul to the other. Chains that get stronger by the passing second. Company in misery. Company in flight of happiness.

Be Free! Be beautiful!

Pitter patter

Tinned Roofs,

Falling Hooves.

Strangers gather,

Pitter patter.

Hushed Talks,

Mushed mocks.

I spy,

Leak in the sky.

Feminine banter,

Wish granter.

Do you listen?

When hopes glisten?

Uninvited

Darkened stopes,

Forlorn hopes.
Bygone days,
Of Coffee breaks.

Shaken Bones,
Rugged Souls.
Love Blighted,
You are, uninvited.

Tic Tac Toe!

Tic Tac Toe!
My friend or my foe?
How can I tell?
Don't know you that well.

Shrunken world,
Dreams twirled.
Rose beds,
Are they reds?

Weathering Colors!

Pink for sping
Winter for blue!
Clap your hands
When dreams come true!

Trick o treat
Life has instore!
Row the boat along
And you'll reach the shore!

Neon Lights and Blinking Rules!

Rules for rules' sake,
Spending life amazed and blinking.
Thinking for the sake of thinking,
The soul knows the fakes.

Going to the ends of the earth,
To not find what you are looking for.
Tangle the ropes a lil' more,
Too many of them, there ain't no dearth.

The above is a futile attempt at "Enclosed Rhyme". I am  a person obsessed with rhyme in a poem; specially ones which I write myself. Today, I tried to come up with a different pattern of it.
Try the link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhyme_scheme

Soul, Rugs and Harmony!

We are talking about It here. An intangible entity.

An It. I am being profound and refering to the human soul! Isnt it what that matters? Wipe off that smirk! So, where in the name of the kind good lord, were we?

Praise Him! HE is doing such a good job in running the planet. And if you say that good ol' HE doesn't run the planet but the humans do, why do you need such a God? But then that's for another post.

Now, lets catch the thread back. It, oscillates. It explodes. It implodes. Changes form. Molds itself. Refuses to budge. Goes the whole nine yards. Doesn't move an inch. Gambles with its vital organs <read heart, stop those evil brain clogs!> So what defines a soul? For that matter how do u define any of the intangible things. Love is a feeling. So is everything. So is God. Isn't the presence or absence of God a feeling? Belief or the lack of it is a feeling?

So, a soul can also be categorized as another kind of feeling or perception. A soul is another sense. A sense to sense all other senses. Too much of sensing for ya, mate?! We'll dilute things just a lil. There There. That's much better. I shout back at ya, where the hell did you sell your soul? What? Why? To the Devil, of course. And mind you, I got a good bargain.

We are talking about It here. A tangible entity.

Choodiwaala

The sound of glass bangles still echoed in the lost lane of India. They knock at every door. Would you tell me your story? Is it red, blue or green? Red in passion, green with envy or blue with youth. The doors don’t say much. There has been too long a silence. The voice no longer lingers at the door. Don’t go! Stay with me! Says the door. The lives inside are too tangled to be free. Don’t open me, either. I can’t be opened anymore.

Long ago, it was a different day, it was a different me.

Lemon Rush

Teen-age crush,
Lemon rush.
Apple pie,
Afraid to die.
Sugar sweet,
Two left feet.
Tinker Bell,
Wishing well.
Bubble-gum Pink,
Standing on the brink.
Eleven, Twelve,
Dig and Delve.
Winning streak,
Movie freak.
Heart Break,
Cheese cake.
What lies ahead,
Silly head?

KYC: Know Your Crests!

And then it spread its wings and flew away.
High into the blue.
Wishing for wishes to come true.
They might never may.

How many times have you read a happy, fun article and it has stayed with you? Now answer this. How many times have you read a sad, blue piece of writing and it gets imprinted on your mind? The above four lines of crap would have made a profound impact on you than a whole hour of happy songs would have. Hell, grief is addictive. Inductive. Conductive. Well, you get the drift.

Is the human kind more susceptible to being sad than we ever wanted to believe? There would be very few bipedals on the planet with a new year resolution of staying sadder now on. But there would be millions of those who wanna be happier than they were the previous year. I, a lesser mortal, am one of the latter.

Where did this enchantment with being happy came from? Who started it? In a blind race, it was never between you and me. It was always between me and life. When the hell did you started blinking on my happiness radar?

I don't wanna be happier than thou. I wanna be more peaceful than thou. KYC. Know Your Crests. What keeps you floating? What pushes you down deep below?

Dont hate thy neighbor, Love thyself!