Being a cynic

An easygoing personality,

was too naive a person,

when was it, I don't remember,

but views stained with pessimism... 

I have been through a lot,

taken advantage of my feelings,

meetings were transactional, 

and relationships, fleeting... 

So, mind became suspicious, 

when heart started to believe,

being skeptical of the interactions,

I was becoming a cynic... 

Still I yearned, something genuine,

getting over my shallow thinking,

tainted by colors, that I avoided,

the realization, of being too negative. 

For, it's too weary, being a cynic,

and, I envy, the trusting souls,

being unaware, or unperturbed, 

not corrupted by perceived failures... 

Experiencing the true bliss, of living!!

Potter's wheel

We are like a clay pot,

being molded, in potters wheel,

from soft and loose, earthy soil,

distinctive vessels were made. 

The wheel of life, starts to spin, 

as we arrive, in mortal dimension, 

every experience, like potters hands,

changing us into desired shapes. 

We need moisture, softening ourselves,

to be receptive, of the discipline,

kneading the lessons, in our mind,

and be prepared, with the wedging. 

Refining character, churning our spirits,

for most challenges, we were ready,

the wheel rotates, keeping up pace,

with gentle nudge, of our existence. 

Some crack appears, dents were made,

but it doesn't stop, from beauty to emerge,

facing obstacles, like needles & knifes,

with families, absorbing worries like sponge. 

As vessels formed, glazes were applied,

to suit our values, display the aesthetics, 

and we face the fire, in kiln of adversaries, 

to finally attain the desired result... 

The clay on ground, 

becoming prized pottery!

Jurassic park

I remembered the days,

filled with wonder & awe,

when I watched that play,

proposed as cinematic masterpiece... 

Jurassic park... 

A fictional creation,

a flight, of imagination, 

bringing into existence,

beloved dinosaurs! 

Tyrranosaurus Rex,

with its powerful jaws,

chasing the prey...

While Brachiosaurus,

with their long necks,

were largest, roaming free. 

Velociraptor,

with their sharp claws,

pack-hunting predators...

While Compsognathus,

being small, agile carnivores, 

added dangers & suspense. 

Parasaurolophus, 

had hollow crest, on the head,

While Spinosaurus,

with sails, structures on back,

And Apatosaurus,

came with long neck & tails. 

I also was fascinated,

by Stegosaurus bony plates,

on the back, with spiky tails,

with sightings of Allosaurus,

bipedal canine, with 3-fingered hands,

even pterosaurs, added the numbers.

Together, they were creating an atmosphere 

filling my heart, with thrill & excitements,

I was transported, into prehistoric age,

where these majestic creatures dwelled.

Malice

It's difficult to attain,

a heart, in constant refrain,

seeking solace but in vain,

when the mind, being poisoned,

with hatred... 

Malice... 

Might start as innocuous envy,

some irritations, feeling lacking,

as it gradually fill our thoughts, 

with jealousy, and resentments, 

showing targeted hostility... 

It's not easy to catch,

few could perceive or watch,

as it manifests, through mannerism,

in the gaze, or their demeanor,

making us wary... 

Not many are truly evil,

it's the situations that prevail,

unaware, they too fell victim,

planting grudges, in grievances, 

becoming significant, than minor inconveniences. 

Malice...

It's something sad,

why would someone be bad,

when we inherently seek happiness,

a life filled with contentment. 

So, let us be more aware,

mindful of this negative vice,

that might seep inside,

transforming our dissatisfaction,

into something dark...

Beautification drive

We clean houses, before guest arrives,

last minute efforts, ditch the signs,

of worn out spaces, effect of times,

and replacing them, with new styles. 

Beautification drives... 

It's indeed a curious situation,

cleaning surroundings, to create impressions, 

enhancing the appeal, with visual expressions, 

through paintings, or artistic installations. 

Repairing dilapidated roads & buildings,

adding newer facilities & infrastructures,

decongesting paths, through demolition,

while increasing policing, with discretion. 

As paints shine, on walls and trees, 

authorities ensures, areas be litter free,

as they plant flowers, to display greeneries, 

providing pleasant feeling, to the invitees. 

Beautification drive... 

Should we celebrate or sigh,

welcoming positive changes,

or find the faults to criticize, 

as we bear the expenditures...

For this superficial display!

Simulacrum

We live in a world,

where things are followed,

as per the perceived vogue,

that favors the latest trends... 

From the ancient times,

we have used representations,

making copies of the originals, 

in our quest, for image building. 

From leaders, to religious figures, 

engraved in statues, or in paintings,

most of the structures being raised,

were the imitations, of things great. 

In the subsequent generations, 

we saw advancements in civilizations, 

still, we were fixated, chase the ones,

whom we respect, have admiration. 

Simulacrum... 

We have invested our feelings, 

in the symbolism, of a grand life,

only the mediums have changed, 

but our wishes, remains the same. 

Being faithful to visual resemblance, 

beneath the surface, has deeper significance,

in recreation, caricatures, iconography,

we were connecting with deeper desires. 

And I wonder, as I learn,

how this world would change,

when we lose, our uniqueness,

as we create, a hollow shell... 

Losing the originals, 

under simulacrum waves!!

Shiftless

Shiftless, I would lie,

nothing at hand, empty inside,

anhedonic, mind goes blank,

without tasks, keeping me occupied. 

And I remember those days,

I was excited, for the holidays,

there's so much being planned,

where free times were truly utilized. 

With friends, some outdoor games,

exploring shopping with our relatives, 

some story reading, playing video games,

a weekend tour, too gave me delights. 

Things we gain, reaching adulthood,

made us forfeit, childhood advantage, 

still, it had its chances & privileges, 

which might have helped me glide. 

Yet, mind drifts, to present time,

still shiftless, just lazying around,

I would rather be outside of house,

it's not the body, but heart is tired...

Naikan therapy

We have known for a while,

that most answers lie deep inside,

when we take moments to introspect,

seeing oneself with the mind eye... 

Naikan therapy. 

A practice contemplative,

letting us be more reflective,

develop a deeper understanding,

of our interactions with life. 

By promoting self-awareness,

it allows us to pause and reflect,

our thoughts, feelings & emotions,

opening paths, of inner realizations. 

Letting us focus on positive sides,

we foster gratitude, appreciate life,

expanding views & our perspectives, 

to break free, of mental conditioning. 

And it helps, improve our relationships,

reducing our stress, lessening anxieties, 

making us kind, we cultivate empathy,

treating each other, with compassion. 

So, one should try, Naikan therapy,

for personal growth, & better relationships,

asking questions, answering them sincerely, 

to open the path... of self-awareness! 

P.S. :  Naikan therapy is a guided self-reflection, rooted in Buddhist principles.

It encourages individual to reflect on three key questions; 

1. What did I receive from this person?

2. What did I give to this person?

3. What worries, troubles or unhappiness did I cause this person?

A afternoon nap

A bit tired, I need to stop,

sun is warm, I need to tap,

love for a moment, in nature's lap,

it's my treasured, an afternoon nap. 

Eyelids gets heavy, closing eyes,

relaxing muscles, losing its strength,

I want to rest, it's not a crime,

falling into slumber, at daytime. 

In the park, sitting on the bench

might make me dirty, or get drenched, 

so, I went inside, to my comfy bed,

falling into its soft embrace instead. 

Deeper and deeper, I kept sinking,

seconds & minutes, clock is ticking,

drop by drop, the plink of faucets,

all fading, into some distant noises. 

And I lost counts, duration of time,

it was evening, when I open eyes,

still feeling groggy, foggy in mind,

being disoriented, of my surroundings. 

It's take moments, before I realized,

feeling refreshed, fully awakened, 

reminding myself, not to fell in this trap,

letting myself loose, into an afternoon nap... 

For, sweet night, might get jealous,

taking away, my precious sleep!!

Grooving

I am a silent observer, 

watching things from afar,

being wary of the stage,

of grabbing someone's attention... 

Yet, you played the song,

making the music flow,

with beats and rhythms, 

charging the atmosphere. 

And then, you sway, 

notching up the play,

as your body moves,

feeling the vibes, of notes. 

Grooving... 

These vibrations in the air,

are contagious to us viewers, 

a little bobs of our heads,

a bit of shakes, in our steps.

At that moment, we connect,

finding the joy and exuberance, 

while indulging in the melodies,

streaming through our veins. 

I was a silent observer,

still got pulled to your display, 

linking my heart and the body 

to the mood of this game...

Unconsciously grooving away!

Like stars, in the constellations

Like stars, in the constellations, 

we have dreams, and the aspirations, 

fuelling our journey, towards a goal,

providing meaning, to our souls... 

And we seek, having apprehensions, 

following the zodiac, for divination, 

acting like warnings and inspirations,

helping us choose, course of action, 

Yet, many among us strive,

toiling daily, without a thought,

in days, months and years,

for the provisions, of our dears. 

So I wonder, as seasons changed,

should I pursue, my visions as steps,

changing tasks, setting my targets,

for that feeling of accomplishment? 

And I realized, of social constructs,

that distracts, from values of moments, 

being felt in hearts, with experiences, 

spreading across the galaxies...

Of wishes, forming & dissolving,

over the ages!

Empty vessels sound much

" Empty vessels sounds much " 

A proverb...

That let us be cautious, 

of being too much confident,

of the knowledge, we have learned. 

For, the ones who talk a lot,

often lack the desired talent,

with experiences or an expertise,

to speak on the subject. 

" Dunning-Kruger effect " 

A scientific term...

Denotes the cognitive bias,

that affects, in general masses,

as ones with limited competence, 

tend to overestimate their ability,

giving erroneous judgements, 

conversely, those with high skill,

would underestimate, their abilities. 

Ancient wisdom, to modern science,

we were warned of inherent symptoms,

so, let's be mindful, in our approach,

proceed further, after doing research,

choosing to listen, than to speak,

helping us see the picture...

In the complexities, of the topic!

Last thoughts of fallng autumn leaf

Drifting down from the heights, 

I witnessed the dancing branches,

swaying to the streaming breeze,

bidding farewell, by waving twigs... 

And I watched silently,

softly carried by the wind,

whispering words of praise,

of providing food & the shades. 

The sky dazzles, with golden rays,

warming surface, one last time,

as moisture leaves, drying inside,

greenery lost to brownish sheen. 

Further & further, distance grew,

from these crown, once I knew,

looking at trunk, on the sides,

getting distant, and I realized. 

I was part, of a great tree,

working tirelessly, performing duty,

even in disruptions, bugs and bees,

yet being protected, from the threats. 

So I reflect, on days that passed,

chills of nights, sunshine warmth,

listening pleasant sounds, nature's activities,

in the squeaks, whistles, chirruping outside. 

Slowly I reached, felt the mound,

with fallen brethren, on the ground,

while earth beckoning, for my role,

there's one last task, left to be done... 

In my last breath, still being content,

a life worthwhile, from birth to death,

so, let me assimilate, as I embrace, 

the soil beneath, waiting for my decay. 

Letting the nutrients, return to roots!