Quick commerce

We are fortunate, to have lived,

at a time, when business compete,

to understand & fulfill our needs,

of shopping, with a hand swipe. 

Quick commerce... 

In this digital age,

we found ourselves the pleasure,

of getting service, that's valuable,

by rapid delivery, to us consumers. 

It focused on bringing products, 

within days, hours, even minutes,

catering to ones prioritizing convenience,

over spending time visiting shops. 

And, we loved its advantages, 

helping many, who couldn't manage,

finding commodities, going outside,

alleviating worries, of receiving packages. 

Yet, there are dangers hidden from sights,

lurking beneath those colorful lights,

the exploitation, of fragile markets,

building foundations, from other's sacrifices. 

We fell victim, to marketing tricks,

luring the unsuspecting, into buying streaks, 

while gig workers rush, to complete orders,

facing the brunt, feeling the pressures. 

And I fear, something may break,

if we keep adding, impossible stakes,

who will answer, or put on a check,

preventing risks, of any accidents?

Our instincts activates

Our instincts activates,

when decisions are being made,

that breaks the flow of routine,

catching us unprepared. 

Like the signals on the traffic,

changing colors to yellow lights,

giving us moments to decide,

whether to stop or keep driving. 

For, life stands on the intersection,

crosswalks being the dilemmas, 

that troubles apprehensive hearts,

from taking decisive actions. 

There are some genuine concerns,

being analyzed by rational minds,

taking control over our impulses, 

calculate risks, in case of emergencies. 

And, our instincts activates, 

in that brief interval, we deliberate, 

not from fear, but mental clarity, 

choosing option, with the best outcome.

My senses still tingles

My senses still tingles,

with waft of roasted beans,

being ground and brewed,

sweetened & flavored, 

to my likings. 

When did it change? 

Becoming used to the void,

from the assumptions destroyed,

disillusioned, losing all care,

and maintain, vacant stare,

to vast expanse of nothingness. 

There are still spots visible,

where my lips sipped the nectar,

from sweet & delicate lighter roasts,

to darker ones, intense & bitter. 

The taste matured, as I grew,

seeking richness over subtle brew,

yet, the contents slowly vanished, 

from my reach, reasons unforeseen. 

My senses still tingles,

it remembers my struggles,

to bring back old times,

when I could savor mine,

a cup, filled with coffee. 

Yet, the taste fades,

just memories stayed,

holding empty cup,

heart that prayed,

only to be disappointed. 

Tremors

It's not just ground that shakes,

but deep wounds left in the psyche,

of the people and resident species,

who bears the brunt of damages. 

Natural calamities are devastating, 

yet, life finds ways of rebounding, 

little by little, creating the space,

for them to survive & flourish. 

But human actions are catastrophic,

disregard conditions & capacities, 

for absorbing such misadventures, 

without leaving behind lasting effects. 

Weapons were updated every year,

increasing levels of inbuilt powers,

refined with tests, and exercises,

in lands, seas, skies and mountains. 

Acquiring materials, gaining expertise, 

waiting for the day, unleashing strikes,

watch with pleasure, effect of violence,

while sending message of their might. 

Tremors... 

These ripples of the shockwaves,

shatter hearts, spreading far and wide,

while affected, will suffer silently,

as quakes, rise in frequencies & intensity. 

Era of war

Since ancient times, 

there have been fights,

individuals and communities,

regional or between countries, 

gaining traction each passing days,

depending on strength & influences,

through militaries or ideologies, 

in this battle of territories. 

Era of war... 

We might denounce,

but still harbor the doubts,

accumulating wealth & weapons,

instigating minds against enemies, 

through fear, bribe, and betrayals, 

keep them subdued or occupied,

till we achieve the means,

to command domination. 

Era of war... 

We naturally seek peace,

yet, are susceptible to the sins,

of desires, anger, hatred, greed,

fuelling our delusions & pride,

to seek control, spread influences, 

bringing others under authority,

regardless of cost being paid,

by our brethren or surroundings. 

Era of war... 

When it begins,

after an uneasy calm,

forcefully shake things,

and we are mere spectators, 

protest, or become supporters,

while the neutral suffers,

knowing the struggles, 

of ones affected. 

Let me take the lead

Let me take the lead,

you don't have to speak,

if you trust me blindly,

I will show you dreams. 

Taking you for long drives,

dining in cafe & restaurants, 

some movies and arcades,

would be our fun dates. 

I will bring you bouquets, 

satisfy cravings with chocolates,

with teddy and soft toys,

brings smiles on your face. 

We will watch your favorite shows,

playing board games when bored,

I would cheer, support your work,

while helping with household chores. 

Let me take the lead,

and I will make it special,

in the years of togetherness, 

I will protect you from fears. 

Will you trust, follow me...

Or you want more from it,

where you make the choice,

changing leads, in our journey?

Sustainable forestry

Human need are insatiable,

putting pressures on the environment, 

in our hunger to exploit resources, 

we have destroyed many forests,

still, people have learned the ways,

to build a harmonious relationship. 

Sustainable forestry... 

It's been used since long,

we might have forgotten,

to take a holistic approach, 

for long term development. 

Meeting our present needs,

compromises future benefits, 

if we are not responsible, 

for vitality of the forests. 

As it's an important concern,

prioritizing health of the ecosystems, 

including soil, water and air quality,

while protecting biodiversity. 

There are ways of conservations,

from reforestation to afforestation,

using selective logging & agroforestry,

implementing policies of administration.

It starts with breathing

It starts with breathing,

regulating the flow of prana,

inhale, exhale, finding rhythm,

and practice various postures.

Not just simple exercises, 

to enhance flexibility & strength, 

but these asanas are sadhana,

to unite with universe's energy. 

Energy that permeates,

yet, we remain oblivious, 

immersed in the noises,

which surrounds our lives.

So, when we dedicate time,

embracing the process inside,

we could succeed to find,

after our senses are aligned. 

It starts with breathing, 

we ascend through the movements, 

slowly, gradually, comes refinements, 

we mature, reaching the awareness. 

calmness settles, as we keep diving, 

in the ocean, of deeper consciousness, 

and we arrive, in stillness of our mind,

every element of nature combined. 

To the essence of our reality...

Enlightenment!

Gift of the gab

People are attracted, to certain traits,

an ability to speak well, being confident, 

for, we evaluate, how one communicates, 

that is engaging, connecting with thoughts. 

Gift of the gab...

It's a skill most sought,

ability to express freely,

and charming our hearts. 

Some may have the blessings, 

naturally possessing the fluency,

yet, most of valued individuals, 

cultivate this great ability. 

By expanding their knowledge,

exposures to various concepts,

staying informed to current events,

build a strong foundation. 

They practice active listening, 

paying attention to other's saying,

fostering meaningful dialogues,

while providing valuable insights. 

They find ways to overcome fears, 

of social interaction & public speaking,

the willingness to face challenges, 

comes from motivation acquired. 

They have to learn the techniques, 

to focus, articulate message clearly,

developing abilities to tell stories,

that captivates audience, into believing...

The doorbell never rang

There's a rustle, outside the doors,

a faint voice, mumbling some words,

sensing a presence, I walked close,

but overthinking mind, creates doubts,

what if, I am hallucinating... 

Tap, tap, those soft knocks,

ticking like hands of clocks,

incertain, being in a bind,

I relented, taking it as sign,

decided to open, after a while. 

Yet, silence followed, calming mind,

in the meanwhile, I got occupied,

investing in interests, of my life,

away from chaos, of the strifes,

in the comfort, of my solitude. 

Then again, I heard murmurs & sighs,

some urgencies, in muffled cries,

compelling thoughts, needing attention, 

making me act, dismissing concerns,

to reach out, to these voices. 

The doorbell never rang,

yet, slowly I was made aware,

of those hopes, I had quashed,

of the dreams, never realized,

waiting for door, to be opened. 

And visitors left unseen,

with messages, kept unread.

Gaslighting part 2

Gaslighting, a cunning crime,

stealing person, of their rights,

to trust their thoughts & feelings,

forming opinions, about their surroundings. 

There's awareness, people have learned,

identifying signs, connecting the dots,

confronting abuser, preventing effects, 

helping victims, from being exploited. 

Yet, there's always another side,

do we really understand the drive,

is it manipulation or genuine criticism, 

that contradicts, hurting our pride?

Have we tried, analyze the intent,

getting clarifications, or feedbacks,

where the goal, was to communicate,

sharing perceptions & perspectives? 

Discussions...

It carries fact and evidences,

which may cause disagreements, 

still, it's foundation, is mutual respect.

While Gaslighting, 

attacks our sense of reality

relying on blaming & lying,

making others feel insecure. 

So, do differentiate, when you decide,

by observing patterns, gaining insights, 

occasional banters, or persistent occurrence, 

ending in resolutions, or uncertainties...

Gaslighting part 1

A term coined, in 20th century,

gained prominence, in recent narratives, 

presenting a form, of psychological control,

through manipulation and abuse of power. 

Gaslighting... 

It makes others question their sanity,

by denying events, or contradicting, 

while dismissing concerns or feelings,

confusing victims, by twisting reality. 

And they fall, to the abuser,

believing words, from their mouth,

causing them to loss self-esteem, 

by doubting their own judgment. 

But now, with growing awareness, 

there's recognition of the damages,

people discussing, identifying behaviors, 

using social media, to disseminate information. 

Groups were formed, sharing experiences, 

getting validation, fostering deeper bondings, 

as emphasis given, caring mental health,

where therapy sought, in extreme cases. 

Still, we need to be cautious, 

let such terms, be not misused, 

understanding positives & negatives,

before labeling something...

Gaslighting. 

Torn...

Torn...

Between feelings and reason,

causing conflicts, in my perception,

disoriented, I am losing directions, 

strayed from path, having hesitations. 

So I seek, to follow the lead,

clear this fog, blinding me,

taking cue, creating my own,

with a clarity, to navigate life. 

Torn...

Between restraint & impulses,

dedicated to follow my principles,

yet, desires flow, emotions grow,

making me falter, lose composure. 

There are thought, that may arise,

along with urges, hidden from sight,

considering options, accepting temptations, 

while holding, to guilty conscience. 

Torn...

I am confused,

entertaining notions, that may include,

ideas & beliefs, I should have refused,

yet, fell victim to circumstances. 

And I wonder, am I wrong,

when the world moves along,

with an increasingly diverse societies, 

providing us many options. 

Torn...

Am I scared, or just concerned, 

letting go of my obligations, 

chasing the idea of freedom,

might break my mental rhythm.... 

And I am stuck!

Don't waste your time

Don't waste your time,

and wait for some signs,

of divine interventions, 

to make things right. 

Spending hours on screen,

sitting on bench ruminating, 

or lounging on the couch, 

playing games or snacking. 

Resting keeps heart light, 

only if, you earned the right,

by investing in certain tasks,

performing duties, giving a fight. 

Yet, we prefer conveniences, 

enjoy pleasures of indulgences, 

getting addicted to the voices, 

controlling desires & impulses. 

There might be setbacks,

breaking our will to persist,

frustrated & disillusioned, 

we lose the drive, to continue. 

Still, it shouldn't be the excuse,

for you to abandon your journey, 

cultivate patience & discipline, 

act with a purpose and devotion. 

Just don't waste your time.

Awkwardness

It is true, I had desires,

yet heart unsure, of directions,

when we shared private moments.

Words fumbles, mind goes blank,

my voice shaken, with sweaty hands,

gathering courage to invite. 

Awkwardness... 

I am truly embarrassed, 

my lack of experiences, 

making it harder to work.

So, I kept polite demeanor, 

being formal, in casual endeavor,

breaking the flow of conversation. 

There's so much, I could convey,

of tender feelings, I fail to display,

still keeping them nurturing inside.

And the flame of passion ignites,

thinking of her, day and night,

setting ablaze, heart and mind. 

Awkwardness... 

It does need time,

for opening this vulnerable side,

showing her, with my affection. 

But, I have lost the moment,

forming cracks in my relation,

and lamenting missed chances.

Grain

We would have been strained, 

when it was difficult to maintain,

rising demands of population...

So it came as our savior,

changing actions & behavior,

towards growth & development. 

Grains... 

They were essential,

shaping human civilizations, 

by transitioning our lifestyle.

With the rise of agriculture, 

we stopped being hunter-gatherers,

creating settled societies. 

They were part of staple diet,

likes of wheat, rice and barley,

easily cultivable in lands.

It could be stored for years,

having surplus to not fear,

times of hunger and starvation. 

Yet, they became valuable commodities, 

the fundamental component of economy,

and the changing power dynamics.

They promote cultural exchanges,

through trade networks spreading,

while helping function of authorities. 

Still, they also brought conflicts,

social unrests, to political upheavals, 

for the control, of prized necessities. 

Wars were fought between nations,

a struggle ensures within environment, 

as resources were being exploited.

I ain't slaking

I ain't slaking, was just checking,

before long, life started breaking,

had not much, odds were staking, 

against me, so I kept faking... 

World's unfair, you feel me,

I had failure, seldom wins,

been taken for many rides,

still I endured, being tough skin. 

I ain't slaking, was just checking, 

finding ways, to have it working,

taking odd jobs, did some settings,

to receive positions, of my liking. 

It's all sweat and blood,

I never begged or stole,

don't go by my appearance, 

I was once enrolled... 

I ain't slaking, was just checking,

do forgive me, if it was upsetting, 

and swear, I am not neglecting, 

every day, I have been progressing. 

For, I regret, mistakes committed, 

was too soon, for leaving the nest,

so I promised, to turn things around,

reform myself, and return...

Into the folds of society. 

P.S : A rap style poetry about homeless or a person who was taken as antisocial, explaining how he is a victim of circumstances.

Speedbreakers

They are the shakers,

slowing speedy vehicles,

minimizing risks of accidents, 

in residential neighborhoods. 

Raised surfaces, creating vertical deflection,

vehicles experiences bumps, when driven, 

discouraging the impulse of rushing ride,

by causing discomforts to our bodies. 

Yet, they become a headache, 

bringing pain, from the damages

when unplanned, poorly designed,

or illegally constructed, by local residents. 

Some don’t follow regulatory guidelines,

badly constructed, without warning signs,

random dimensions and the placements,

out of reactions, to sporadic accidents. 

The victims, were vulnerable masses,

impacting health, of riders & occupants,

as shockwave travels, through the vehicles, 

placing stress on our spines and muscles. 

Yet, not rules, we prefer control,

destroying public roads, for personal goal,

doesn't help cause, when illegally built,

damaging reputations, of speed breakers!

Birbs

They are cute, feathery beings,

entertaining us, with silly antics,

flapping wings, tapping the feet,

sing & dance, or mimic our laughs. 

Birb... 

They are tiny, clever fellows,

coming in pack, or arrive solo,

in white, blue, green, and yellow,

appealing visually, with vivid colors. 

Mostly brought for the voices,

put in cages, suppressing noises,

yet, true nature, exhibits in freedom,

but, few make, intelligent choices. 

The lucky ones, were rewarded, 

building trust, receiving affection, 

each displaying unique personalities, 

charming the hearts, with varieties. 

Still, companionship, comes with a price,

of making commitments, providing care,

they are social, need mental stimulations, 

a loving heart, having time to spend...

Interacting, with these sweet souls.

Sacred flames

Since time immemorial,

they have been chosen, 

as a method to connect,

with divine consciousness. 

Sacred flames... 

Burning like golden sun,

purifying the tainted space,

allowing rituals, to be performed,

as an act of human devotion, 

to the elements of nature,

invoking the deities,

for their blessings. 

Each culture, has its names,

Holy fire to the eternal flames,

they were considered as medium,

for displaying our reverence, 

offering various tributes,

as we chant or pray,

for specific purpose. 

Methods vary, culture change,

still, we rely on sacred flames,

conveying intent & resolution,

following local traditions, 

yet, they still illuminate, 

and heat, warming body,

reaching deeper, into our soul.

In this journey, of my life

In this journey, of my life,

I control pace, in lows & highs,

like riding bicycle, forcing pedals,

managing output, with cadence. 

And I cycled, in breeze and gales, 

in asphalt roads, mountain trails,

feeling the power, with its strains,

in warm summer, and cold rains. 

Yet, there's always a feeling, 

of being confined to the routines,

without the thrills or actions

and spices, of an adventure. 

So I mounted, on this bike,

without chains, making it light,

as if letting go of the burdens,

to follow my heart's impulses. 

Now, I don't need manipulation,

forcing my will, for forward motion,

rather allow the nature's flow,

take my ride, to places unknown. 

For, it's a bicycle without chains,

no specific path, preset directions, 

let me be free, like streaming wind,

explore things, unheard & unseen... 

And that's the way I reach,

The gates, of our mysterious world.

Regrets

It's a complex emotion...

Maturing with our experiences, 

from simpler needs to difficult decisions, 

we provide space, for its development. 

Regrets... 

That arises, when we reflect,

on outcomes, from our choices,

that strays, led us astray, 

from our goals & destination. 

Some were inherited, from our birth,

others being forced, without options,

but most of us, change gradually, 

building new layers, over the conditions. 

So, we feel sad, have disappointments,

wishing to reverse, rectify the mistakes,

while the guilt, corrupting our thoughts, 

weakening the will, to face this world. 

Regrets... 

It's in basic human nature,

as we ponder, deliberate reasons,

being passionate, attached to the cause,

we become focused, on bettering options. 

Yet, it's a matter of perception, 

happiness lies in reconciliation,

when we acknowledge this feeling,

while practicing self-compassion. 

For, it's an opportunity to learn,

influences our future decisions,

still, we should live in the present,

letting go, of these ruminations... 

P.S.

If it envelops, with negative aura,

we should seek light, invoking hope...

Deep within, or from outside!

My thoughts were filled with you

My thoughts were filled with you,

dreaming of living them through,

waiting for the day we meet,

being together, we would sing... 

Yet, you chose, to hide from me,

momentary glimpses, were deceiving,

breaking my hopes and wishes,

vanishing from the existence. 

Slowly, steadily, staring to learn,

I was chasing mirage, an illusion, 

never to reach, never to hold,

like sand slipping, from my palm. 

Where were you gone,

what have you done,

leaving behind this hole,

in my heart and soul. 

My thoughts were filled with you,

now left abandoned, in the blue,

no longer lingers, feelings denied,

there's no space, in this emptiness. 

Resistance

It's not a rebellion, 

against conservative views,

rather an act of refusal,

of following things blindly. 

Resistance... 

An aversion to imposed dictum,

when heart seeks some freedom,

fostering our personal choices,

lost in the crowds of regulations. 

There's still respect in heart,

our defiance doesn't detract,

rather building the boundaries, 

or a space, pursuing individuality. 

And we explore, craving for more,

while restraining, any enthusiasm, 

honoring rules, observe restrictions, 

until, we get tired, of perceived limitations. 

So, don't feel angry or hurt,

when we prefer contrary choices,

allow us to grow, desires flow,

breaking this shackles of guilt... 

Of Resistance!

Taking actions is not easy

Taking actions is not easy,

without directions, things are hazy,

heart unsure, of stepping outside, 

for, sometimes, we need orientation. 

The motivational voices inspires,

when the goals, are in our sights,

uplifting mood, helping us strive,

even in challenges, sustain our drive. 

Yet, certain decisions, were unsettled, 

need other's involvement, for success, 

there might be inherent difference, 

stemmed from contrary viewpoints. 

And then, there were disruptions, 

profession or personal interruptions,

keeping us invested, and occupied,

devoting time, or have it modified. 

Taking actions is not easy,

it takes effort and sacrifices,

still blamed, of making excuses, 

to escape, from making commitments. 

For, it not always negligence,

that stop us, from being obedient...

How A.I communicates

Ever wonder, what consist,

in the languages, A.I. transmit,

not with us, but within themselves, 

going deeper, in the appliances, 

for efficient communication. 

Artificial intelligence mimics,

human voices while processing, 

yet, they have inconsistencies,

while limiting the productivity, 

putting various constraints. 

And thus, modes were developed, 

likes of APIs, DTPs, even gibber links, 

being used for data exchanges,

bypassing traditional channels,

for AI-to-AI communication. 

It has many advantages,

of faster, effortless transmission, 

where massive streams of data,

exchanged among shared networks,

while preventing unauthorized access. 

Yet, here arises the danger,

compromising transparency & control,

where A.I. develop unique patterns,

to avoid human surveillance, 

strengthening A.I. autonomy. 

And then, humanity might fear,

any unforeseen consequences...

* API (Application programming interface)

* DTP ( Data transfer protocols)

* Gibber link ( Sound-based data transfer)

Evoking nostalgia

Our thoughts play wild games,

transporting us into memory lane,

from the stimulations of senses,

they replay forgotten days...

Evoking nostalgia. 

It's a bittersweet feeling,

that arrives without us knowing,

and evokes deep emotions,

yearnings for the lost times,

when things were simpler. 

Some were more prone than others,

of catching this fever of longings, 

in the small moments or gestures,

acting as stimulus for sensations, 

opening locks of memories. 

With the scents, and the tastes,

in our sights, or conversations missed,

visiting places, or engage in activities, 

experiencing a sense of familiarity,

like opening old folders. 

And we replay, memorable scenes,

trying to escape, from present routines,

using the chance, turning back clocks,

like entering our personal password, 

opening accounts of youthful years...

Evoking nostalgia!

Leadership positions

Growing up, you have ambitions, 

reaching the summit, top positions,

become president, or board chairman, 

manage the company, as an owner. 

You see the dazzle, of their lives,

living in mansions, broad & wide,

the shining car, which they drive,

all glamor & luxuries, that you strive. 

Yet, you ignored, the dark side,

which burdens heart and mind,

of the years spent, in the toils, 

part & parcel, of their choice. 

For every title, grand & bold,

lies a story, that's left untold,

of sacrifices made, dreams lost,

in their quest, of climbing to top. 

Missing moments, with loved ones,

simple joys were hard to come,

hours spent on meetings & greetings,

pressure mounts, with every dealing. 

So, ask yourself, before you try,

are you willing, to surrender time,

of your promises, passion or interests, 

would the status, fill up the space?

Accidents

Sometimes people get unlucky,

and face unfortunate events, 

those sudden, unexpected turns,

leaving behind lasting effects. 

Accidents... 

They come as surprise, 

leaving them traumatized, 

as they endure the pain,

of losses, injuries or damages. 

It might be their own fault,

momentary lapse of judgments, 

while others were random errors, 

which lead to negative consequences. 

There could be from malfunctions,

which might come as obstructions, 

coincidental or gradual reductions, 

warnings ignored, complacent actions. 

So, we should tread with caution, 

be prepared for incoming disasters, 

to reduce the chances of fallout,

having assistance & reinforcements. 

And, we pray for divine blessings,

to not encounter any sufferings, 

while spend our life's journey,

without the fear of accidents. 

November's chill

November's chill,

it makes me squeal,

as temperature drops,

exposing me to cold wind.

The air, clear and crisp,

making outdoor walks invigorating,

watching the hues of autumn,

immersing heart, in changing scenes.

November's chill,

I need blankets for snuggling, 

enjoying hot coffee or tea,

than driving for office.

As days are getting shorter,

I prefer the warmth of home,

avoid catching cold or fever,

exposing self to changing weather. 

November's chill,

it has its own thrill,

a cozy, comfortable season,

that comes with occasional sneeze...

And I wonder what December brings!

Absurdism

Us human, are curious being,

seeking answers and meanings,

finding purpose of the lives,

in these sets, of our believing. 

Absurdism... 

It's an interesting viewpoint,

which propounded the theory,

that, universe is meaningless. 

Yet, we strive, desiring insights, 

causing conflicts, our rational side,

by making subjective interpretations. 

Since we are too insignificant,

standing on the scale of world, 

defining it, through our perspectives. 

But reality can become confusing,

being unpredictable and unsteady,

shaking the faith, in our upbringings. 

Absurdism... 

It does make us question thoughts,

of seriously investing, for a purpose,

when, things are pointless & absurd. 

Still, it can act as starting point,

to confront, irrationality of existence, 

and find true freedom, in our lives!

Taking the easy way out

Taking the easy way out,

finding excuses, to shout, 

allowing influences to decide,

decisions, of our lives... 

We want freedom and respect,

yet, forget duties, that entailed,

holding to the foolish pride,

letting go, of things important. 

Even if our cause justifiable, 

have we tried to be accountable, 

communicating our boundaries, 

to reach a consensus? 

When we make agreements,

clarifying our need and concerns,

while being open to expectations, 

we could make better decisions. 

We know the world has changed,

there's seldom predetermined conditions, 

still, human nature, doesn't change,

to be destroyed, by fleeting trends. 

So, be aware, of your actions,

before blaming other's assumptions, 

for, compromises were involved,

when we treat our connections...

As transactions! 

PS: 

Strive for a relationship, where both parties are happy.

Finding inspirations

We might not realize,

that many were inspired, 

from those random things,

being insignificant, in our eyes. 

Finding courage from stories,

real incidents or fictional fantasies, 

in the sad or lighter moments,

they find wisdom and insights. 

An inception, like planting ideas,

defining a person's individuality, 

determining their future decisions, 

helping them rise, with convictions. 

We might not realize, 

but it's prone to manipulation, 

depending on the intentions, 

of the ones, having jurisdictions. 

So, be aware, of these conditions,

while opening self, to stimulations, 

for, it has power, to influence mind,

letting us follow, and we idolize... 

Emulating their disposition!

Ethics of the land

The nature blesses us,

with intelligence to grow,

evolve as a community, 

harness surrounding resources, 

and advance, civilizations. 

Yet, the power bestowed, 

is often taken for granted,

exploiting the weaker sections, 

to bolster strength & confidence,

controlling the provinces. 

Ethics of land...

These invisible threads, 

when aligned, with the masses,

create the ecosystems, 

for sustainable growth.

For, it keeps us disciplined, 

forbade from following greed,

as we take conscious decisions, 

fearing chance of repercussions. 

It takes millennia, to adjust,

getting assimilated, into culture,

and every individual, take action,

preserve land, under own volition. 

Wisdoms passed through generations, 

along with stories or traditions, 

policies continued by administration, 

maintain the necessary conditions. 

Yet, situations vary, among nations,

ethics were despised as custom,

where profits were maximized,

using means for oppression. 

For, they devour earth's riches,

while destroying fragile ecosystems,

stripping away everyone's rights,

weather its natives or wildlifes. 

Ethnics of land...

It's important determinant, 

how people remain in harmony,

with their neighbors,

as we could see now,

path towards extinction,

while some nations enjoy,

nature's diverse species,

still flourishing, in sanctuaries!

Your lingering scent

Your lingering scent,

keeps me alive & awake,

as this heart misses,

your presence... 

Where have you gone?

Leaving me stranded & alone,

this empty house feels disturbing,

when you are not at home. 

I yearn for your embrace,

ears missing sweet voices, 

when you hold me closer,

lying on our sofa or bed. 

And I, love your gentle hands,

when we cuddle, sharing warmth,

eyelids get heavy, making me calm,

lessening my worries, even pain. 

So, I wander, lost in moments, 

searching for your worn garments,

to rekindle memories, see your glimpses 

while my nose captures, familiar scents.

So, please return, my dear friend,

or should I call master or parent,

for, you have raised me with love,

I am your precious pet...

Rejections

Do we feel rejections, 

when breaking someone's assumptions, 

due to differences in our expectations... 

We are diverse, in our views,

having thoughts, things to choose,

fulfilling our needs and desires.

Still, we accommodate conditions,

depending on personal situations, 

influencing our values & intentions. 

Yet, we would draw a line,

to not settle or compromise,

without aligning to our visions.

And we convey, being polite,

not to hurt, their hopeful eyes,

while feeling guilty of desertion. 

For, we know, fears will show,

when with courage, we expose,

feelings formed, in our hearts.

So, we try, making it light,

letting them know, our sides,

and amiably, inform them right... 

Since, we're connected, for a brief time,

communicating something important,

in our lives....

And, it should be appreciated, as a process,

rather than seen as an outcome, 

of any rejections!

Jeevo jeevasya jeevanam

"Life lives by consuming life." 

Everything in nature is interdependent, 

there's no conservation in isolation,

protecting predators, needs saving prey,

while promoting the food chain. 

Yet, we destroy the habitats,

where the lower life flourished, 

labeled as weeds or the pests,

they were subjected to extermination. 

So, we let the situations unfold,

where our favorites, slowly vanish,

regardless of the efforts made,

to sustain artificially, selected species. 

For, we forget, the basic truth, 

every life is connected underneath,

creating a balance, through survival, 

from the evolutionary skills acquired. 

They don't need our assistance,

favoring few, will lead to collapse,

causing extinction in the masses,

as consequences, of our ignorance. 

For, our life, works in cycles,

a continuing exchange...

Of energy and resources. 

So, save ecosystems, 

not only species!

If we are connected

If we are connected, 

as a single consciousness, 

like the invisible threads, 

passing through experiences,

letting us feel the pains,

and joy of the moments,

yet, the journey isn't ours,

but of different individuals. 

Would we invest our time,

making some familiar bonds,

among strangers of this world,

not being families or friends, 

yet, their life, piqued interests,

and we, wish for the wellbeing,

cheering victory, failures concerns,

without gaining any benefits? 

If we are connected,

could we extend our sights,

enveloping additional people,

into the embrace, of empathy,

sensitive to their perspectives, 

providing space for expressing,

for, we, were same in essence, 

letting us avoid many conflicts. 

Would it become a step,

Towards making this world...

A paradise!

Living on the edge

It's exhilarating, 

to have an adventurous live,

flirting with the dangers,

for getting adrenaline spike... 

Living on the edge...

It's a mental conditioning, 

like an act of defiance,

against the slow routines,

conforming our views,

tethering to a place,

stealing freedoms,

for personal use. 

Intoxicating, 

we get addicted, 

to this strong feeling,

of indulging into pleasures,

without the objections,

from prying eyes,

or guilty conscience,

dampening sensations. 

Living on the edge...

Rising above our fears,

have courage to secure,

and achieve our ambitions. 

Yet, it's a lonely path,

if we don't keep balance,

drifting away from others,

to find ourselves alone. 

Impulsive, yet we learn,

some might slow down,

while most would accept, 

being too invested, to escape...

Till they break down!

Obdurate

I have seen the world,

exploring ideas, known too much,

every information, supporting the cause,

cementing beliefs, conforming opinions,

strengthening my convictions... 

Obdurate...

I became stubborn,

while feeling the pride,

to not compromise, 

on my positions. 

You might try to argue,

giving facts, for a review,

but I too, learned the subject, 

adamant, refuse to change,

convinced of my knowledge. 

I am aware, of being insensitive, 

been wary, of my insecurities,

yet, experiences, said otherwise,

having the logic, of being right,

whenever conflicts arise. 

Obdurate...

With hardened heart,

I have lost my path,

took time, to become compliant, 

after being pushed, to the corners.

Confidence

Confidence...

It's something not inherent, 

rather built over the time,

through effort & willpower. 

Being introverted & shy,

many are reluctant to try,

standing on the background,

amazed by ones, on the dais. 

Yet, they are mistaken,

it was all about interests, 

and gaining experiences, 

cementing beliefs, on oneself. 

There were factors that play,

giving support & assurances,

yet, the knowledge is bought, 

through practice & preparations. 

And here comes, the simple tricks,

to become certain, curb hesitancy, 

to follow passion, in desired fields,

gather expertise, through focused skills. 

For, when we pursue our goals,

take initiatives, out of comfort zone,

we develop and strengthen qualities, 

to share insights, with conviction... 

And that's my friend, 

Is confidence!

A pointless climb?

It was a dream, small and quiet, 

yet, became the basis of my drive 

a hunger to achieve, success in time,

influenced my choices, as I strived. 

The world is not an easy place,

putting obstacles, throwing challenges, 

requiring skills, discipline, some luck,

for us average, to reach the tops. 

So, I climbed, these stairs undefined,

hoping to find, with my heart aligned, 

with hard work, build the foundations,

gaining experiences, for future endeavors. 

Yet, I felt hollow, not satisfied, 

changed directions, once I realized, 

for better postings and exposures,

with dedicated service as collateral. 

I attain abilities, gained insights,

been appreciated by my superiors,

but I never felt connected inside,

that purpose which brought true joy. 

Now, perched on higher grounds,

my eyes searched for blissful haven,

only to discover, none were found,

for, the ladder, have no destination. 

And I wonder...

Was it a pointless climb?

Oral health

Take care of your teeth, 

or will regret, for your deeds,

grimacing face, puffy cheeks,

finding yourself, in a pinch. 

Oral health... 

We delay the signs,

to have dental checkups, 

and prevent the plights,

of infections and cavities. 

For, teeth are important, 

responsible for breaking food,

helping in our speech quality,

making smiles, more attractive. 

From carrying internal health,

to enhancing social presence, 

they are part of our identities, 

keeping us healthy & confident. 

Yet, we ignore the benefits, 

expose them to sweets & acids,

putting physical strains on surface,

without proper care or respect. 

Oral health...start it young,

once gone, they won't return,

and you feel, painful sensations, 

bringing out fear, apprehensions... 

As you get older!

Some institutions

Some institutions... 

Carry this illusion, 

of following the regulations,

by taking permissions.

Yet, it's a big lie,

many cheats and hide,

for profits to maximize. 

Their fees rise with time,

yet salaries get stagnated, 

exploiting both of sides.

For, owners have the power,

taking advantages of demands,

promoting unfair practices. 

They find ways for cost cuttings,

while delving in illegal activities,

by giving bribes, to policymakers.

Being seen as respected establishment,

through years of trust and commitment, 

but losing grounds, facing corruptions. 

Some institutions... 

They play an important role,

in the community, and region,

still, there's a limit of tolerance,

as wrongdoings, deserves punishment. 

Feeling entitled

Society moves in certain directions, 

depending on values, of individual persons,

rising to the heights, with people's support,

or falling to pits, facing selfish actions...

Feeling entitled, as generations changed,

standing against traditions, with defiance,

some were needed, as welcome change, 

still most seep inside, like deadly poison. 

There's nothing wrong, in legitimate claims,

but most now misused, for putting blames,

seeking special treatments or privileges,

without putting efforts, to earn them.

They have no integrity or feel shame,

or be empathetic, to other's situations, 

having a false sense of deservingness,

they force their unjustified opinions. 

And I wonder, how things changed,

and we reached, the breaking point

where it is pursued actively outside,

promoting the culture of disrespect. 

And I realize, we were the reason,

breaking families, for self indulgence, 

where children have permissive parenting,

gaining rewards, without achievements. 

Without knowing the struggles of life,

they grow up with entitled behaviors, 

developing an inflated sense of ego,

normalizing such actions everywhere. 

Still, some might be personality disorder, 

stemmed out of trauma or low self-esteem,

while others were narcissistic tendencies, 

leading to unrealistic expectations. 

Feeling entitled...

And we saw its rise,

promoted by selective prisms,

of social platform's curated versions.

For, they showcase & highlight,

materialistic success & possessions, 

increasing envy & desires among masses,

leading to futile competitions.

"Be here now"

Don't you feel miserable, 

seeking more and more,

dissatisfied of the conditions, 

you are living today... 

"Be here now" 

Wise ones spoke...

Of finding happiness, 

within ourselves, 

and we listened,

only to be disillusioned, 

for, we had dreams,

responsibilities & desires. 

"Be here now" 

These words echoed, 

when you were devoted, 

practicing prayers & meditation,

by focusing your mind,

but will always return,

to the rush of your life,

carrying worries & burdens. 

"Be here now" 

It's not a fleeting noise,

but as a constant voice,

ask us to become flexible, 

to the changes of life,

bringing pleasures or pain,

for, we were uncomfortable, 

and, that is acceptable. 

"Be here now" 

Don't be miserable,

controlling the flow of life,

treasure every moment,

experience the true joy...

Of being alive!

We are curious beings

We are curious beings,

Beings born out of blessings,

Blessings bestowed upon species,

Species excelled in activities, 

Activities fuelling civilizations, 

Civilizations consuming resources, 

Resources hidden in plain sight,

Sight of goals, driving minds,

Mind bringing new innovations, 

Innovations unique to us humans,

Humans gaining the strength,

Strength to secure interests, 

Interests providing them space,

Space invested in intellectual quests,

Quests leading to discoveries,

Discoveries expanding understandings, 

Understandings spark our passion,

Passion to learn about our world,

World still shrouded in mysteries, 

Mysteries igniting curiosity...

Feeling dejected, I sat alone

Feeling dejected, I sat alone,

away from the crowded room,

distracting self from realities, 

of brewing discontent inside. 

No longer I dreamed of a life,

abundant world of magical kind,

where faces brimmed with joy,

like colors of rainbow in sky. 

You arrived, like a fresh breeze,

warming heart with sweet smile,

as soft voice, calmed me down,

easing burdens, of an anxious mind. 

Days were exciting, in your company,

time were spent, discussing topics,

getting your attention, cheers mind,

and I realized, we were something more... 

But then, you were gone,

leaving behind, a deeper hole,

with longings, loneliness poured,

dimming the lights, you had shone. 

Feeling dejected, I sat alone,

suddenly received a notification, 

current flowed through my body,

for, we could meet, once more!

Honeybee nest

Going on my routine walk,

I watched people gather around,

as some guys climbed the walls,

to destroy the bee nest on the top. 

Hundreds of bees fallen on ground,

while they negotiate price of labor,

selling fresh honey and beeswax,

broken from collected beehives. 

Witnessing the struggling bees,

I felt sadness, and some pity,

forcefully evicted from their dwellings, 

being considered pest in urban settings. 

Then again, they were desperate, 

lost their habitat, to human activities,

while pollution and use of pesticides,

chased them to walls of buildings. 

What's more alarming is their decline,

while we remain ignorant of the plight,

as studies find decrease in abundance,

of indigenous species of bee colonies. 

So, I watched these gentle pollinators, 

being exploited by human selfishness, 

hoping they find better place to nest,

and not be invaded by our dominance. 

Golden monarch

In the garden, they met,

two species, performing a duet,

one gentle soul in golden fur,

other, orange & black winged angel. 

A garden teeming with life,

colorful flowers, a beautiful sight,

yet, few pots carry milkweed,

for ones, to wriggle on stems. 

His soft eyes, watched silently, 

protecting the caterpillar sanctuary, 

from tiny eggs shining on leaves,

to the chrysalis, waiting to split. 

There was a connection unseen,

when the monarchs break free,

a magical transformation unfold,

right in front of retriever's eyes. 

So begins, a sweet friendship,

as butterfly flutters around it,

much to amusement of owners,

finding entertainment, in peaceful corners. 

Like the advent of dawn rays,

bond gleams over flowerbeds,

as monarch rests on the head,

of an overjoyed golden retriever. 

Had I lived another life

Had I lived another life,

different direction, another time,

easy subjects or difficult choices,

further away, from present vocations? 

For, each path, has its tasks,

variable returns, from investments,

having encounters, influencing decisions, 

changing our perception on lifestyles. 

The nature of success would change,

so are the celebrations and regrets,

for, the circumstances dictate,

the pace of our footsteps. 

And I look back, to formative years,

with options many, still being unsure,

finding the appeal, trying new things,

forming connections with kindred spirits. 

And I wondered if things would change,

had I embarked, on separate journey,

having exposures, and experiences,

the hardships, forging a new being... 

Would that still be, present me?

Life throws challenges

The life throws many challenges, 

some have solutions, other damages, 

testing the threshold of our patience,

will we falter or find our successes... 

Don't rush or become distressed, 

you can still make progress, 

when you believe, not protest,

savoring journey, without contest. 

For, you will be in a mess,

letting emotion possess,

losing cool, making complaints, 

without steps, towards improvement. 

It won't make you any less,

if you accept the problems,

taking things in your stride,

nurturing peace and harmony. 

And it affects your surrounding,

people appreciate such gestures,

and you will find many admirers,

impressed by conduct & character... 

Reducing the strains on the hearts...

Regardless of the challenges!

To make plans or be spontaneous

We prefer to have a plan,

to lessen the work & concerns,

being prepared the itineraries,

for a hassle-free journey. 

Yet, there's some, try things offhand,

without considering the outcome,

following impulses for their heart,

making decisions, without any thoughts. 

And I wonder... 

What's path provides best experiences,

feeling at ease, or having surprises,

with chance encounters, lasting memories,

leaving behind a strong impression. 

For, when we do our research,

becoming familiar with the location,

we might have the easier access,

but it may lack, the desired stimulus. 

Not many venture uncharted territories,

fearing disappointments or ordeals,

there's risk of conflict & confrontations,

apart from facing higher expenditures. 

Yet, there are many brave explorers,

carving out path for future voyagers,

setting examples, with courage & optimism,

that, each path have unique advantages!

Invisible guy

So I wonder, one fine day,

how its like, be an invisible guy,

walking alone and unrestricted,

being free to travel, without care. 

There's no need for Identity cards,

needing any passport or visa,

to cross borders, visit places,

without checking, or obstructions. 

The whole world opens up,

and currencies become irrelevant,

when I would use transport methods,

utilize the spaces, of empty homes. 

I would do some stealing,

unless I find my nourishments,

but there are ways to pay in labor,

and I will learn, by helping others. 

The possibilities are endless,

by becoming an invisible man,

yet, there are also concerns,

of taking undue advantages... 

Falling victim to impulses!

Not all are experts

Not all are experts,

to handle various situations, 

only few excels in endeavors, 

and win, battle for positions... 

They were not special, 

different from common beings,

but harvest power of mindset,

manifesting their will. 

It's a matter of interest, 

of the choices, one makes,

finding pleasure, in the process,

demonstrating their proficiency. 

And we admire, realize the power,

wishing to acquire, their creative flair,

yet, without vision, being unaware,

of the sacrifices, and the dares. 

For, it takes years of discipline, 

focusing self on respective fields, 

fighting inner fears, and uncertainties, 

to grasp the concept, develop qualities. 

So, all are not experts,

only few could reach the point,

to finally stand on the stage,

which we dream to attain...

It's all about harmony

It's all about harmony, 

between body and surroundings,

allowing interactions to happen,

in a controlled environment. 

Our body has mechanisms,

for recovering lost things,

given enough space & time,

utilizing resources inside. 

Most of us suffer,

when we cause imbalance,

ignoring natural processes, 

for our pride and pleasures. 

The ancients knew the signs,

following preventive lifestyles,

combating serious diseases,

with traditional practice. 

For, there's no quick fixes,

and actions have consequences,

which could never be suppressed,

with the power, of finances. 

We gained knowledge, have advancements, 

yet, it made us adamant, and complacent,

and we satisfy desires, ignoring advices, 

breaking the balance, of inner homeostasis!

Happy Deepawali

The festival of light,

we celebrate with families, 

honoring victory of righteousness, 

over falsehoods and wrongdoings. 

We take inspirations from history, 

dedicated to visions & sacrifice,

welcome with grand homecoming, 

showing our joy and delights. 

It may vary, depending on regions, 

still are part, of dharmic traditions, 

where we invoke deities, or occasions,

legacies of which, cherished in person.

Being presented, in grand displays,

or participated alone, in humble stays,

when home were illuminated by glow,

Candles, LED bulbs, lamps of clay.

Happy Deepawali...

Of the rangoli, decorated on entrance, 

windows & doors, adorns rows of diyas, 

with fragrance and smoke of lit incense,

and sounds of chants, permeating in air.

The atmosphere charged with laughters,

sweets and feasts fills dining tables,

as young and old gather outside,

lighting crackers and sparkles together. 

Her words still echoes...

Her words still echos...

Etched in my heart forever,

each letter dipped in emotions,

delicately written on the pages,

conveying feelings of her love.

And I clutched, the paper light,

yet, too heavy, for my sight,

eyes moisten, regrets were born,

being oblivious, of the signs. 

The sky deepens, with dark clouds,

battering me with sudden downpour,

drop by drop, falling on the pages,

blurring lines, dissolving sentences.

It's the rains, I tried to convince, 

avoiding the tears, spilling on it,

still recovering, from the shock,

a sudden departure, of her soul. 

Her words still echos...

Even if letter disintegrates,

facing these trials of life,

snatching away her presence.

I will still carry her memories, 

nurturing the tender sentiments,

sending prayers, with my apology, 

and a confession, that I missed dearly!

Happy Dhanteras

An auspicious day,

which we celebrate, 

but most are unaware, 

of deeper message.

Dhanteras...

We pray to lord Dhanvantari,

our prime deity for Ayurveda,

emerged during Samudra Manthana,

holding the kalash (pot) of Amrita. 

(Nectar of immortality)

For, he is the divine physician, 

imparting knowledge of medicine, 

leading us to path of longevity, 

through science of healthy living.

We worship Goddess Lakshmi, 

seek blessings of lord Kubera,

buying gold, silver ornaments, 

while cleaning and decorating homes.

Each custom, embedded in our traditions, 

provided us insights, for better conditions, 

through the renewal of our efforts,

we come closer to ideal lifestyles. 

Dhanteras...

It's the festival to promote health,

for, health is our foremost wealth, 

when blessed with such fortunes,

we could grasp the teachings,

Of Dhanvantari...

A fat rat

A fat rat was running amok,

in the house, creating havoc,

gnawing on wires, wooden shelves,

while tearing, bags and clothes.

Giving owners, sleepless nights, 

with squeaking, & chattering noise,

scaring them with rattle & clatters,

causing distress, that needed a break. 

Being kind, they don’t want to kill, 

yet the problem, required solution,

so they brought, a trapping cage,

to catch the mischievous pest.

Using fresh bread, as the bait,

plan was made, stage been set,

keeping in corners, near its reach,

they awaited, with bated breath. 

A fat rat was tempted enough,

capturing it inside, as it devours, 

startled by the sudden blockade, 

it screams, trying to escape.

The owners smiled, celebrating success, 

took a closer look, of this unruly creature,

as it scurries, making hissing noise,

shaking violently, showing its protest. 

The fat rat was taken, too far a place, 

letting it outside, opening the gates,

it hurriedly dashes, towards the hedge,

as owner breathed, a sigh of relief.

And they went home, ready to call night,

discussing fate, of this wicked tribe,

their heart sank, hearing ruckus outside...

Suspecting the return, of its kinds!

It's not an excuse

It's not an excuse,

or I, think of a ruse,

to have me refuse,

your invitation... 

For, I do care,

of moments, we would share,

if we proceed, with our meet,

planning future together. 

It's not an excuse,

when I, give my views,

of not giving proper dues,

to our relation... 

For, I understand, 

You have your demands,

still, we could withstand, 

Test of the time. 

It's not an excuse,

of giving you clues,

to have you choose,

these uncertain paths... 

For, I would strive,

together, we could drive,

this journey of our lives,

promising each other... 

Commitments for a lifetime!

Doomsday clock

It started as a humble clock,

hands for hours, minutes & seconds,

showing time to visiting flocks,

for them to continue the routine.

Yet, the flow suddenly stopped,

it was day, when tragedy struck,

as fire rained, from sky above,

bringing destruction, on the ground. 

Now forgotten, in the broken house,

it lays witness, to this deserted town,

with surroundings of terrifying stillness, 

and enveloped in complete darkness.

For, here no whispers could be heard, 

air being frigid, devoid of moisture,

a world in stasis, without vital signals,

like some exhibits, placed in a museum. 

Showing glimpses of letters & signs, 

when occasional thunder would strike,

clock without hand, only numbers fine,

for doomsday world, frozen in time!

The wall listens

Be careful of what you say,

someone might be listening today, 

learning about secrets and fears,

for, even walls have ears...

They laughed, playfully teased,

sharing their private moments,

oblivious of the statement realized,

when the wall acquired awareness. 

It was built in old times,

been sturdy, seen through lives,

the struggles and pain of masters,

yet, courage and forged convictions. 

They prayed to God, holding hands,

dreaming of future, for their child,

celebrating little moments together,

step by step, climbing ladder of life. 

It had seen the giggles & mischiefs, 

of the scribbles, on its surface,

getting scolded, crying out loud,

while mother washes stains found.

There are also wonderful times,

relatives gathered, praises successes,

hearing the gossips, rumors spread,

in their interactions, conspiracies played. 

Years were spent, seasons changed,

facing adversities, hearing laments,

welcoming members, some partings,

it remained the silent witness.

Then arrived newer generations,

whispering lies, bold proclamations, 

indulge in pleasures, fleeting distractions,

some were stranded, mental confinement. 

And the wall, attended them all,

hoping to provide, needed support,

letting the conversations flow,

keeping them alive, in its memories,

Even if people will go...

Just blend in!

If your heart is at right place,

and the surroundings is warm,

there's no need to separate...

Just blend in! 

If going gets tough, 

there's no escape plan,

don't fight the flow...

Just blend in! 

If you are immature, 

do take time to learn,

and gain the experience...

Just blend in! 

If your dreams are distant,

still away from your grab,

and the path seems long...

Just blend in! 

If you ever reach an impasse,

thoughts unsure, without directions,

then, enjoy moments, as you live...

Just blend in! 

The world is full of mystery,

you don't need to fight everything,

navigate challenges, with a smile...

Just blend in!

There's a story conveyed

 There's a story conveyed, 

etched in the picture frame,

where souls created memories, 

in the snapshots of moments. 

Listen closely, assessing the image,

look beyond the colorful displays, 

each smile, gestures that's made,

weaves tales, even in the stillness. 

Somewhere we see nervous gaze,

others mischievous, ready to break,

yet the thoughtful acts of elders,

organize them all in single place. 

The forest sings, sun does blaze,

lakes shimmers, in morning haze,

crowds frozen, filling backgrounds, 

as the photo presents a lively stage. 

Still, her eyes catches our attentions, 

pulling us near, with an invisible force, 

encouraging us to accompany her,

and enjoy this adventure together. 

So, there's a story conveyed,

the whispers reach, our mental space,

and heart is escorted to their journey,

through the portals, of picture frame!

Guidance

Seek the counsel, when unsure,

don't stop striving, out of fear,

without the wisdom, of the peers,

an arduous path awaits for you... 

Guidance... 

It gives us insights,

opening path, for a better life,

diversifying options, enhancing potentials,

when we take suggestions and advice. 

From childhood, we have learned,

from our parents and education,

with digital techs, bringing information, 

letting us explore, widen our visions. 

Yet, our heart does swing,

to various features & disciplines,

these choices, could be confusing,

being wary, of taking chances. 

So, we would need clarity, 

taking cues, from wiser entities, 

providing directions, clearing obstructions, 

helping us reach, our destinations.

The mysterious suitcase

A train station old, 

decrepit and run-down,

few would visit,

these deserted grounds,

Yet, here in cloak room, 

lies a suitcase brand new,

no one know it's origin,

and how it had arrived. 

It was placed before dawn,

after the last train was gone,

when the staff discovered, 

surprise appearance of luggage. 

The station master announced,

checked for address, but not found,

instructed attendees to break keys,

after being left for weeks. 

With a long struggle, they unlocked,

surprised to see unaccounted cash,

with letters and photos in envelopes, 

addressed to the train station. 

"This was my favorite place to visit,

when I was young, an innocent kid,

it pain my heart now, when I see,

the fall of once beautiful scenery." 

The station master was puzzled,

opened the photos from the envelope,

each carry old pictures of the site,

with various shops, bench and trees.

"The money here, my humble offering,

kindly repair and restore the settings, 

so, the townsfolk could also revisit,

the memories attached with it." 

The mystery was solved,

yet, the owner inscrutable,

but everyone is pleased,

caring for their treasured station...

With renewed spirits! 

Remembrance

It doesn't need ceremonies,

to keep someone in memories, 

yet, we devote certain days,

for honoring their presence...

A legacy, to be treasured. 

Remembrance... 

Enshrined in our hearts,

were the lesson, they impart,

through words or their actions,

inspiring many, across generations. 

Be it an individual, or the states,

we assigned days, to celebrate,

to refresh our mind, and spread,

messages, others might forget. 

And, we invoke, their name,

call the people, to relive moments, 

recognize the role, and appreciate,

follow examples, they have set. 

Remembrance... 

It's an act of giving respect,

connecting to values, they presented,

or just taking moments to reflect,

as we remember, their essence!

 

With no motivation

Mind want to rest,

yet heart, seeks a quest,

in the humdrum of life,

there's not much content... 

When nothing changes,

or inspiration comes our way,

becoming apathetic to invest,

putting efforts, take mental stress. 

Curious are we beings,

being influenced by other's work,

and our own commitments, 

to sustain creative endeavors. 

For, we seldom have epiphanies, 

deep awareness of life's journey, 

mostly we swim, on the surface,

struggling to stay afloat. 

Yet, we strive, to make it click, 

hoping our will, won't go weak,

falling to distractions, & obligations, 

losing the passion or our will. 

For, it blanks brain, obscuring sights,

making hands to shake, with fright,

as we try, to keep drive alive...

With no motivation!

Dear Lakshmi

Not a scar, but mark of ancestors, 

etched in her arms, with dimensions,

piqued interests of suspicious kinds,

so she hides, from the snooping eyes.

Dear Lakshmi, you are special one,

our only hope to reach destination, 

which had remain, an elusive goal,

that we sought, across generations. 

She was loved, cherished for long,

yet, given the task, walk on embers,

for, her blood carries the memories, 

that will bring, both despair & glory. 

Dear Lakshmi, learn the techniques, 

coming handy, at the time of need,

giving protection from potential dangers,

and insights, to overcome challenges. 

Whenever she felt distraught from failures, 

she touched veins formed over her skin,

feeling the outlines, created mental image,

giving her motivation, to renew efforts. 

Dear Lakshmi, path you have undertaken, 

filled with uncertainties, but never falter,

you will find help from unlikely corners, 

universe has chosen, you as successor. 

So she walks, for the dream she had,

a divine purpose, followed with passion,

traversing continents, oceans and grounds, 

finally discovered, the gate to unknown... 

Dear Lakshmi, you are our savior,

now the souls of ancestors rest,

you have made us happy & proud,

when your feet, walked on blessed earth!

What the clockmaker knew

Once prominent, an important site,

now forgotten, having lost its light,

as travelers said in their memoir,

having seen a town so rare...

The roads fork, away from trodden path,

filled with obstacles, few dare to embark,

only the curious, and adventurous folks,

chose to investigate, explore it whole. 

As they entered, they encountered,

a broken gate and warning letters,

the old houses with weathered bricks,

surrounded by dense overgrown gardens.

The cobblestone road, perfect for stroll, 

yet, dark streets, demanded patrols, 

and when one reaches, central square,

there stood a grand clock tower. 

With time stopped, mechanism lost,

they searched for learned inhabitants, 

finding some, in the deserted alleys,

they seek answers, to budding questions.

Those resident declines, with puzzling look, 

signal to direction, where a statue stood,

"we are drifters, he was always present,

ask your queries, when clockmaker talks" 

They went to the statue placed,

where man lies, in state of neglect,

"Hello friend, are you the local,

tell us the story, of this town's fall".

The man shook, opened his eyes,

whispered words, in weary voice,

"Don't seek the history of despair,

your soul will weep, heart be scarred". 

And they return, without explanations,

for, an eerie atmosphere spread...

Over the clockmaker silence. 

Why did it change?

Why did it change?

Chasing the shorter ends,

than walking long paths,

to reach our destination. 

Enjoy the journey, they say...

But what truly brought us joy,

was it leisure, or the luxuries, 

finding ways to attain both,

without facing challenges? 

Money was the driving factor,

but earlier, visions were different,

family, community and nation,

took precedence over individual concerns,

influencing choices and decisions. 

The society was more rigid,

now we are open, expressing freely,

learning new things, making opinions,

having assess to diverse perspectives, 

inspiring dreams, within our mind. 

We should have matured & grown,

soaking up, the prevalent information, 

evolving ourselves, making progressions, 

strengthening hearts, and our relations,

to reach the pinnacle of lifestyle. 

Then, why did it change?

Disillusioned, becoming secluded, 

increasing incidences of conflicts,

building barriers, breaking families...

Only leaving emptiness!

Listen to my voice

Days and night, I think about you,

in joy and sorrow, I crave you,

and in my dreams, I imagine you,

being together, spending moments,

hand in hand, touching shoulders... 

Like the mountains, my strong devotion,

like waves of seas, my intense emotion,

and as pristine lakes, my deep affection, 

have the desires, stirring passion's fire, 

yet it cares, for us to share... 

And I would sing slowly,

whispers when I am lonely,

for you to listen, and come... 

Day and night, I reminisce you,

in joy and sorrow, I miss you,

while in dreams, I fantasize you,

embracing each other, as a lover,

lost in our world, getting closer... 

These are voices, my heart's choices, 

tender feelings, ignoring the noises,

for you, my dear love...

Nefelibata

 We are the cloud walkers,

drifting slowly, in our world,

ignoring rules, of social convention,

that demands conformity, in our actions. 

Nefelibata... 

Let me spread the wings,

immersing into my imagination, 

nurturing a unique sense,

of coloring life, with my perceptions. 

Some say, I am lazy bum,

a bit aloof, the eccentric one,

unavailable to carry out biddings,

breaking the flow, and vibrations. 

Being frowned upon by the masses,

we remain untouched, from realities, 

some do appreciate our thoughts,

after realizing, our creative approach. 

Nefelibata... 

Very few people were celebrated,

most others blamed, or abandoned,

for, we were considered unnecessary, 

to become cogs, of the machines...

Contributing to our society!

They didn't speak of miracles

 They didn't speak of miracles,

just a man performing duties, 

following path of righteousness, 

respecting loved one's wishes, 

sacrificing self for other's happiness. 

Being loved and admired by masses,

didn't fuel his ego or arrogance, 

treating every person as equals,

in his exile, facing various hardships,

banished from his beloved nation.

Voluntarily relinquished the throne,

still, their relationship was strong,

building friendships and connections, 

while saving unfortunate beings,

with genuine care and concerns. 

They never speak of miracles, 

but a tale of upholding principles, 

even treating enemy with courtesy, 

keeping alliances which were lasting,

leaving behind lasting legacies. 

And so, this Dussehra,

let us remember his journey,

a path of protecting dharma,

under the guidance of lord Rama,

demolishing evils of Ravana...

Not as figures, but personification,

of virtues and qualities.

Durga Puja Pandals

 It can become tiring,

sometimes be scary,

to swept along surging crowds,

ringing ears with deafening sounds,

when we visit the fairs,

accompanying the pandals, 

for Maa Durga festivals.

The traffics can be taxing,

horns are pretty annoying, 

precious times being lost,

in search for good parking,

in the vicinity of the locations,

for having limited walking,

and early departure. 

The explosions of stimulants, 

grab attention of visiting persons,

devotees throng for the glimpses,

while others were for enjoyment, 

children for games & refreshments,

families gather to have outings,

each enjoying festivals in their ways.

Everyone involved in pleased,

having immersive experiences, 

from the artists who crafted,

involvement of Puja committees, 

building on themes, issues or concepts,

acting as visual treat, for us audiences,

and business flourishes, of various sections.

Power of suggestions

Being subtle, in the signals,

or requiring direct approvals, 

we were swayed, with their words,

as they persuade, unsuspecting hearts... 

Power of suggestions... 

Been used since ancient times,

to attain positions, dominate minds,

implanting ideas, forcing opinions,

when presented, with convictions...

Building narratives around it. 

Influencing naive or motivated hearts,

with personal beliefs, deeply impacts,

making followers out of the masses,

using charisma, for distorting patches...

Of intelligence, dealing with reasoning. 

And they work, on subconscious level,

changing our thoughts and perceptions, 

influencing choices, making decisions,

shaping our behaviors and character...

Into someone else's vision. 

Power of suggestions... 

We gravitate towards social constructs, 

childhood upbringings, to peer pressures,

but now, with advent of social media,

could we truly be free from implications...

And have our uniqueness preserved?

Some celebrations need people

Some celebrations need people,

coming together for the ceremonies, 

either have it planned in advance, 

or impromptu, spontaneous act,

yet, with cheerful heart. 

There are special days,

we observe in the private,

commemorating events,

with only close relations, 

bonding over moments. 

Yet, circumstances changes,

or the monotony would make,

affecting the emotional sides,

fueling our fears or pride,

to request any functions. 

And days become bland,

not ready to withstand, 

sparks of excitements,

when hearts not aligned, 

to spirit of enjoyment. 

Some celebrations need people,

bringing the enthusiasm back,

waking our sleeping mind,

with motivation it needs,

to participate in groups... 

Be it parties or observance!

When things went wrong

People meet, connections made,

forging bonds, with trust & commitments, 

relationships built, standing test of time,

sharing moments and creating memories. 

The atmosphere were cordial and relaxed, 

spending days playing, with chit-chats,

greet & meet, putting aside differences, 

holidays spent, participating in events. 

And, we get acclimatized, 

unaware of changing times,

priorities shifts, opinions clashes,

weathering storms of disappointments. 

Cracks appears on the piers,

standing on the shaky grounds, 

the deck once supported traffic,

now weakened, waiting to collapse. 

Yet, we walked, believing the words,

keeping faith, becoming complacent, 

putting pressures, through our actions,

or being gullible, to discover deception... 

Getting shocked, of an abrupt end,

to our journey, a future promised,

and lament, when things went wrong,

watching the bridge, burning down!

Diagnostic labs

In this world of competitions,

everyone strives to be the best,

setting targets, making promises,

investing dreams, in people's illnesses.

They are doing honorable work,

providing clarity, dispelling doubts, 

giving directions, to the clinicians,

assisting in the path of treatments. 

Diagnostic labs... 

They are the backbones,

of modern healthcare systems,

with array of chemicals & instruments,

supporting the methods of investigations. 

Yet, they are a costly affair,

facing challenges of market demands,

many lose this race against tide,

falling victims to cheaper alternatives. 

And the ones, who would rise,

consolidating volumes, after many tries,

prioritizing quantities over qualities, 

to meet demands, in limited times.

Still, there are few, passionate ones,

providing service, bearing the costs,

while others, using marketing policies, 

to gather clients, with attractive discounts. 

Diagnostic labs... 

And I wonder the cause,

of us losing its true importance,

in the quest of surviving or expand,

they might compromise quality...

For winning customer feedback! 

PS :  There are many mushrooming diagnostic labs in our country. Only a few could maintain quality as it's costly to maintain.

It also means, many might miss out of assessable and faster quality reports.

So we drive

The roads are narrow,

while some were wide,

having enough time,

or things were tight...

To face some urgencies,

living leisurely lifestyles, 

rushing in our thoughts,

So we drive... 

For our daily commutes,

having some special visits,

to the familiar places,

or regions unexplored.

Relying on our instincts,

or following map online,

we discover uncharted paths,

As we drive... 

For showcasing our talent,

the beauty of owned bike,

taking out polished vehicles,

promoting beauty & style.

And, we don't need directives, 

being lost, feels like an adventure,

when we experience, the joy of ride,

finding the bliss, so we drive...

Leverage

It's about leverage, my friend,

if you have skin in the game,

be more sensitive to the change,

the shift, in the power dynamics. 

When it streams, playing the tunes,

spinning away, wheel of fortune,

once adorned in hands of nobles, 

now within, reach of commons. 

It's about leverage, my friend,

which decides, course of action, 

but requires, controlled directions, 

for proper functioning of transactions. 

Not many have enough maturity, 

to handle the power bestowed, 

understanding the rules of play,

for achieving proper outcome. 

It's about leverage, my friend,

that dazzles ones with advantage, 

yet, be wary of the repercussions, 

there are dangers, lurking in shadows. 

For, there's no end, to our greed,

but having limits, to capacities,

someone has to pay the price,

for every pressure we add...

On the leverage!

In my reflections

In my reflections, I learned, 

inherited nature and desires,

accompanying my reasons,

to justify certain actions...

Yet, they involve misconceptions, 

inconsistencies in my observations,

filtering through preconceived notions,

and affecting my perceptions... 

In my reflections, I learned,

there's more to introspection, 

putting ideas, through examinations,

rather than relying on intuition. 

For, I am a simple individual,

looking through familiar lenses,

creating opinions about the world,

that's incomplete, forever changing... 

In my reflections, I learned,

there's a world, waiting to be seen,

each having their own perspectives,

some being wiser, than I ever be.

So, let's be flexible, more welcoming,

being vigilant, of ingrained tendencies,

nurture goodwill, love for everything, 

and the world will reciprocate...

Come tomorrow

The table laden with files,

while chair empty on the sides,

and people wait in the lines,

getting impatient, standing outside.

A common view,

that we would rue,

facing Govt. offices,

for getting our due... 

Come tomorrow... 

No matter the wait,

there's always a new date,

till we find connections, 

warming hands, under the surface.

It was a tale of those times,

before advent of internet sites,

when paperworks precedes, 

affecting our working speed. 

Come tomorrow... 

Someday were holidays,

others leave or vacations,

sometimes it was tea break,

or an important call to attend.

Powerless, feeling frustrations,

yet, there's lack of options,

learning the art of patience, 

masking smile, on angry face. 

Come tomorrow... 

There might be reasons,

and employees, overburdened,

yet, with glaring inefficiencies, 

that were inciting our reactions.

And we would seek accountability, 

streamline processes & proficiency, 

giving respect to effort and time,

without making excuses. 

P.S :

Just remembering the hassles for having things done in Govt. offices. Thankfully things are changing now as most are online.

Happy Navratri

The auspicious month begins, 

as we invoke grace of divinity,

in worships and celebrations,

dancing in joy, bowing with devotion,

to mother goddess Durga,

an embodiment of feminine power,

omnipresent in our existence. 

The victory of good over evil,

had always been the central theme,

as glory of Mahisasurmardini,

infuses, strength and wisdom,

in the path of righteousness, 

finding blessings & protection, 

of our divine mother.

These nine days, we welcome,

Devi arrives in different forms,

with symbolism, in representation, 

of her journey, towards realization, 

sharing knowledge, through manifestations,

as we inculcate virtues with devotion,

performing rituals, chanting for invocation.

Navratri...

May this festival dedicated to goddess Durga,

fill our lives with joy, wisdom and happiness, 

when we purify our mind and body,

while following our traditions & duties, 

dancing & singing, Garba or Dandiya Raas,

having gatherings and visiting pandals,

and worship in homes, with feasts or fasting!

Cheerleaders

This world can be a dreary place,

making us bored, feeling depressed, 

with uncertainties, fear may loom,

bringing pain, spreading the gloom.

When doubt creeps, spirit is low,

heart needs directions, words of wisdom, 

uplifting psyche, motivating our mind, 

to keep striving, facing the challenges. 

Cheerleaders... 

We all need someone in life,

encouraging us in dark times,

when enthusiasm, facing decline, 

as our setbacks, keep us confined.

Their words inspire, ignite the flames,

opening the doors, to dream again,

with gentle nudge, or forceful voice,

pushing us to reach, go beyond limits. 

So, let us appreciate their presence, 

cheering hearts, illuminate our essence, 

their love and trust, power our spirits,

to endure failures, rise again & again... 

With each call, of our cheerleaders!

So, what makes the crime stay

So, what makes the crimes stay,

invade our mind, in perverse way,

rising with intensity, in recent years,

affecting all ages, class and genders... 

Is it a sign of social fragmentation,

leading to incompetency or corruptions,

affecting adversely, our mental faculties, 

inciting violence, promoting enmity. 

Or impact of mental conditioning, 

having errors, in ways of learnings,

adding fault lines, within upbringings, 

causing damages, on values or morality. 

We were not strangers to crime,

evil does lurk, hidden in shadows,

being spontaneous, disease of mind,

or used by state, as institutional policies. 

Still, we have seen examples set

under various style of governments,

some were strict, being authoritative,

while others, liberal and supportive. 

So, what makes the crime stay,

free from fears, of consequences, 

or instilled values, of mutual respect,

without directions, the chaos descends...