The time is ripe

How long would you wait,

to attain those goals set,

missing various opportunities, 

and lament, for being late... 

The time is ripe 

Your moment is now,

take actions, not wonder how,

path will create, as you walk,

nothing begins, if you stall. 

Your journey of life,

might be filled with strife,

still, you make progress, 

with each steps outside. 

For, change is inevitable, 

it's your choice to decide,

whether to abandon or dabble,

choosing certainty over gamble. 

The time is ripe 

Whenever you have doubt,

remind your heart to shout, 

words of self suggestions,

that you trust, your decisions.

Approval

This world is a mysterious place,

every life tries to communicate, 

few could reach, and convey,

while others, lost in transition. 

Approval... 

We don't need any permission, 

to flourish, bearing our situations, 

facing conflicts or misunderstandings,

stemmed out of personal opinions. 

For, every person have expectations, 

might not align, with our visions

still, we interact, gain information, 

to deliberate, make our decisions. 

There are many stakeholders, 

yet, we alone, are accountable ,

so, personal interests matters,

when following these directions. 

Let us take control of our lives

not leaving any regrets inside,

it's natural to seek appreciation,

but they shouldn't dictate...

Our perceptions & actions! 

P.S : 

And it works for either side,

So, be empathetic, to other's plight. 

Building roads

Roads, roads, everywhere, 

It's never ending construction,

further, deeper, reaching sites,

from city centers, to peripheries,

complying to never ending demands. 

A sign of development, 

made promises for stakeholders, 

adding to their conveniences, 

of connecting far and wide,

from their home's front entrance. 

When business becomes reasons,

nothing stops from the decisions, 

greed reigns, conscience loses,

so does the sacred space,

the dwellings of wildlifes. 

Not sparing any existing habitats, 

eliminating forest, grasslands, & wetlands,

acting as a barrier to fragment lands,

restricting movements of wild animals, impacting population of various species. 

These modern paths damage ecosystems,

exploiting resources, accumulate pollutants,

likes of oils, grease, litters and heavy metal,

while disrupting natural drainage patterns, 

causes soil erosion & water contamination. 

Building highways...

Getting easy environmental clearances, 

clearing vegetations, doing excavation,

drilling mountains, and undergrounds,

leading to instability, even landslides. 

And we witness, welcoming tracks,

both cheering, and protesting,

in silence...

An evening walk to remember

An evening walk, takes curious turn,

changing directions, to uncharted roads, 

beyond the walls, overgrown vegetations, 

I accidentally reached a place unknown. 

Being lost, I tried to turn back,

then, lights flashes, lightening struck,

while air vibrates, a continuing hum,

I was surrounded, by cloudy mist. 

Yet, it vanishes before I even blink, 

sceneries changed, realization sinks,

cacophony replaced quiet surroundings, 

as I was standing, in a market square.

But, faces were hazy, silhouettes moves,

like playing records, of memories before, 

from the times, when streets were alive,

being busy, bustling, centers of towns. 

Their voices heard, loud & clear,

pushing the goods, to their customers,

of its beauty, values, places of origin,

stories of lives, connected with it.

And I witnessed, as silent observer,

while reminiscing, my younger years,

of the freedom, joy, and amazement, 

when every outing, was an adventure. 

A sense of calm, washes over me,

nostalgic emotions, started flowing,

as the noises, permeating in bazaars,

transported me to treasured times.

And I relive, closing my eyes,

until the sounds, slowly dissipate,

worries replaced by renewed vigor,

for, I could see, desired future... 

That were abandoned for long.

Your memories still echoes

Your memories still echoes, 

in the recesses of my heart,

like stuck by some arrows,

developing a tender ache. 

Showing glimpses of moments,

we had spent in other's company, 

leaving behind lament of present, 

where life has lost its symphony. 

I feel lost, in this maze

no path open, paving my way,

as weary mind, being in a haze,

need inspirations, of bygone days. 

And I lay, on these grounds, 

looking at distance, vacant stares,

when spirit low, sorrow abound,

my sadness turns into despair. 

But then, shines my inner light, 

whispering words of dear ones,

like the dawn, illuminating bright,

telling me, that I am not alone... 

For, your memories, still echoes!

Unfulfilled journey

Dreams, they were beautiful sight, 

fueling ambitions, aspirations rise,

chasing the goals, of reaching heights,

testing limits, of an adventurous life. 

A child heart, innocent and true,

spreading wings, of our imaginations,

unsuspecting, the obstacles of realities, 

will put breaks, on flight of fantasy. 

Yet, there are desires, passions ripe,

keeping us engaged, preoccupied, 

to see the changes, with every bite, 

making it harder, continue the diet. 

For, our feelings, are priceless, 

opening path, for new experiences,

and suitcase, ready to be packed,

along with passport, and ID cards. 

And heart awaits, for the right time,

sparing moments, creating fun memories, 

yet, circumstances create such situations, 

we couldn't step out, from enclosures. 

Being confined, inside the system,

built from personal, & work obligations, 

while guilt and concerns, act as inhibitions, 

bound to duties, losing our freedom. 

And wishes, keeps vanishing...

Matsyanyaya

The law of the fish,

where strong devours the weak,

in absence of the order,

powerful dominate the meek. 

Ancient philosophers realized,

advised by Chanakya in his treatise,

advocating true purpose of the state,

in implementation of authority. 

For, society descends into anarchy, 

without a ruler or command structures, 

preventing domination of one side,

while exploiting or stealing rights. 

A just and impartial state,

provides every citizen the space,

to have growth, without the fears,

of losing rights, being vulnerable. 

For, us human, are evolved beings,

risen above the petty fightings, 

following ethics and morality,

with compassion and empathy. 

And, when we stray from the path,

there would be chaos, once we lost,

surrendering to our impulses, 

as Matsyanyaya begins!

I smiled & nodded,

I smiled & nodded,

to their assumptions, I folded,

lacking energy, explain the reasons,

and weights, of my decisions. 

A fool I was, so it is,

a path carved, choices picked, 

set the stage, I walked free,

or bound to the narratives. 

Days spent in performing, 

nights confronts realities, 

there are no lies or acting,

just the mirrors reflecting. 

And I wonder, painting colors,

does my mask, working proper,

not spilling the vulnerabilities, 

being concealed inside lockers. 

I smiled & nodded,

being nervous, to not venture,

into the corners, of self-depreciation,

being aware, of the deficiencies... 

From comparisons, or desperations?

Bigger the better

Higher and higher,

our aspirations build figures, 

adding on to the success, 

our desires were triggered,

for, bigger is better. 

From being small or average, 

our growth requires leverage, 

of learning skill & knowledge, 

to attain goals, fulfill objectives. 

And we rise, from past self, 

bringing lifestyles & aesthetics, 

spacious houses, with luxuries, 

depending on our reach & capacities. 

It's always an upward trend,

losses were scorned, forgotten,

leaving behind humble abode, 

we chase the glittery sights. 

For, our world is ever-changing,

life can never be stationary,

even if we retain stubbornness, 

we have to accept modifications. 

And, we have to decide,

would we prefer peace or desires, 

influencing our choices for home,

something comforting or grandeur...

True nature of reality

Can we ever estimate, 

the true depth of reality,

and not remain engaged,

in hypothesis & theories? 

It's a puzzle, for human mind,

question without definite answer,

still, significant amount of time,

was invested to gather. 

Each information is vital,

past wisdom were the ladders,

philosophy and scientific thoughts,

came together to reach higher. 

Idealists were the believers, 

adding divine entities into equation, 

to explain the discrepancies, 

which would have created confusions. 

Yet, the realists were the one,

who accepted the world as such,

following fixed principles of universe, 

awaiting us, to be discovered. 

Then again, 

True nature of reality is unknown,

there are deficiencies, in interpretations, 

for, our perception is subjective, 

to arrive at objective conclusions. 

Green noise

Heart disturbed, need some rest,

yet, the thoughts, are so messed,

snatching away, peace & quiet, 

these struggles, make time do waste,

so I searched, finding remedies, 

providing moments of tranquility, 

to my unsettled mind. 

Green noise... 

It worked like wonders,

as it filled the backgrounds, 

with soothing nature's sounds,

like breeze, rustling through trees,

falling raindrops or flowing streams,

creating low, continuous rumbles,

these frequencies felt comfortable. 

This calming ambience reduces stress,

improving focus, masking distracting noises,

blocks disruptive sounds of surroundings,

providing relief, from tinnitus ringing,

when I listen, to nature inspired sounds,

it helps me fall, and stay asleep.

Childhood memories

Childhood memories,

keep playing games, 

hide & seek of snapshots,

tagging me to that place...

Once a big part of my life. 

Gilli danda, langdi, and pittu ( 7 stones)

flying kites, or kancha (marble) on ground,

cricket, football and badminton outside,

or board games, carrom in our houses,

brought thrill into youthful hearts. 

It was easier to make friends, 

find players to fill the space,

as atmosphere was charged,

when emotions rise and falls,

involving passionate discussions. 

There were genuine competitions,

which never plagued by comparisons,

successes being celebrated together,

failures were treated as motivations,

being cheered nevertheless. 

Childhood memories,

bringing back those days,

when concerns or worries, 

never reached the stage,

of adversely impacting live!

Misty winter mornings

There's something magical,

about misty winter mornings,

when we are venturing outside,

for our walks or driving. 

The air feels cold & crisp,

being chilled to the bones,

still it felt so refreshing,

enjoying the tranquility of world.

Our eyes brighten, lips smile,

witnessing the dense fog outside,

covering surroundings like a blanket,

obscuring our vision, to see ahead.

It doesn't suppress, become overwhelming, 

rather felt intimate, and welcoming,

stirring emotions, evoke nostalgic times, 

the cozy moments, of childhood memories. 

And I walked, through the haze,

opening my mouth, creating vapors,

unfurling imagination, reliving days,

of being a dragon, smoking cigarette.

For, here, I could see my breath,

like manifesting inner heartbeats, 

while ethereal atmosphere is created,

in those special moments.