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!