Forgotten books

In the corners of old library,

lies a weathered, rustic shelf,

showing scratches, chipped at place,

have become dusty, and unkempt. 

Yet, it had been home for long,

where I was kept, in my section,

along with my fellow companions,

waiting to be held, by claimants. 

And I remember those times,

when I was loved and cherished,

changing hands, every weekends,

with gentle fingers, turning of pages. 

The anticipation of our selections,

young minds, to older generations, 

reading stories in hushed voices,

witnessing changes in their emotions. 

And I lament, how deep I feel,

being admired, to almost forgotten,

getting further away, from the center,

as years passed, with newer arrivals. 

And I yearn, waiting for so long,

someone to open, browse pages,

even though its wrinkled or stained,

I wish to see gleams, in their eyes... 

And to feel again, revive my spirit,

with the warmth of human touch!!

Imposter syndrome

Am I deserving, I question...

Standing on this podium of life,

with all the respect in greetings,

making me happy yet apprehensive. 

Will I be exposed, of misgivings...

That would disappoint, everyone's beliefs,

for, I am not good enough, to be standing,

alongside ones, gifted & accomplished. 

Am I being delusional or a realist?

Suffering from being a pessimist,

yet, a better term might define,

for, I am imposter refined... 

Imposter syndrome, a curious condition...

Affecting many, in various positions,

holding us back, to reach our goals,

by reminding us, our shortcomings. 

Burdened with self-doubts...

And fear of being exposed, 

we fall victim, to our worries,

even our successes are discomforting. 

And we set higher standards...

Feeling inadequate, compared to others,

investing into work, for proving ourselves, 

yet, nothing satiates, this hunger. 

Imposter syndrome...it will extinguish, 

these flames of our life's energy,

without even once celebrating,

our contributions...value that we bring!

For the sanctuary

It's a tale of three souls,

whose destiny entwines,

for a common goal,

as they chased lofty dreams,

yet, facing hurdles of realities, 

to finally reach...The sanctuary!! 

Sikha, a doctorate PhD candidate,

working a thesis, on local vultures,

trying to find ways, save these species.

Ratan, a village farmer,

losing his produce, to the weather,

struggles to make his end meet.

Nandan, a wildlife photographer,

hoping to find the elusive picture,

to be appraised, for career rise. 

Three people, at different stage,

building path, to desired place,

unaware of a fortunate meeting.

For, Sikha, brought the knowledge, 

roped in villages, created awareness,

While Ratan, found opportunities, 

by caring saplings, planting trees,

Nandan heard of these stories,

in vultures, he found his calling. 

And their efforts, born the fruits,

villagers prospered, with the growth,

from forest produce, to tourism,

local hand loom, saw their sell,

Sikha had her research awarded,

Nandan, capturing prized photos, 

And Ratan, had prospering business. 

Yet, the real winners, were not vultures, 

But us human, celebrating conservation.

A conversation between moon and the ocean

It's a full moon night,

In these pristine shores,

shimmering with lunar light,

As tides rise and fall... 

" Oh moon, listen to my call,"

The ocean pleads in her song,

"why so distant, far from us,

when I carry your reflections, 

carved deep within my heart" 

" Dear Ocean, don't be sad,"

Moon replied, to allay her worries,

" I have always been your ally, 

trying so hard, to bring you closer,

yet, my gravitational pull lack power" 

" My precious Moon, such a tragedy,"

Ocean understood and rued silently,

" I too have the responsibility to carry,

even when my heart seeks your presence,

I couldn't reach, your extended invitations " 

" It's alright, I feel happy inside,"

Moon said, with a big smile,

" When I watch, your blue glory,

And I know, all of your sacrifice,

for your families in earth's kinds" 

Ocean smiled, being teary-eyed,

Moon glowed, a delicate shine,

as wind whispered, in clear sky... 

" We may never meet each other,

But in hearts, remains this picture,

For, we are, other's reflections "

A true companion

We were always together,

from the day, we were born,

only thing is, I needed illumination,

while you were present, regardless... 

I was your first friend,

a company for your childhood, 

letting you experience, adult limbs, 

when you wished, to be like them. 

Your tiny hands grew, 

now, I became your extension, 

creating different life forms, 

It was game, we played together. 

I had seen your struggles, 

flickering with your silhouettes, 

while you study, or watched shows,

under the glow of bulbs or candles. 

I saw those phases of youthful years,

running for love, dreams & aspirations, 

I followed, from morning to the evenings,

even sticking to toes, in harsh noon. 

Times passed, you are a working man,

carrying responsibilities on shoulders,

being forgotten, yet cheering your days,

in hardships or pleasures, of life's events. 

And now, I witness your weary soul,

tired, alone, approaching the end,

bedridden, with thin body and limb,

again discovering, long-lost friend...

In these borders, where lamp is lit,

we would be united, when our ends meet...

For, I am your shadow, a true companion!

How to define happiness

We want to be happy,

yet, our happiness varies,

depending on individuals, 

the perceptions of reality...

So, how could we define,

something that's arbitrary, 

that changes it's colors,

from people, to the society. 

World's happiness report,

used for ranking the nations,

might influence our opinions,

showing glimpses of prosperity....

And we wonder, how it feels,

living life in such countries, 

ignoring the inherent biases,

in making such statistics. 

For, it involves economic well-being, 

choosing countries that are wealthy,

having assess to all the amenities,

and freedom to live without worries.

In contrast, the poorer countries,

are expected to be sad, unhappy,

without steady income, or freedom,

good governance to support citizens. 

Yet, they exclude many valuable factors,

of having interests and some purpose,

psychological issues which might disrupt,

deeper connection, with our surroundings. 

For, our culture, too plays a role,

protecting us from social isolation,

policies prioritizing universal welfare,

promoting healthy, & fulfilling lifestyle. 

P.S

And so, we learn from pioneers, 

who created GNH ( Gross National Happiness)

factors, that might be much closer,

of defining, the path to happiness...

Blame game

Don't fall into the temptations, 

of blaming others, for misfortunes, 

it's the path, we have chosen,

that determined, the seen outcomes... 

We might have a difficult upbringing,

not enough opportunities, in the baskets,

our voices might have been silenced,

by the difficulties, of our situations. 

But, have we ever tried?

Make the most, of given chances,

or our hesitancy and pessimism,

lead us to our present condition? 

Then it hurts, to even listen,

all the mockeries and ridicules, 

for, somewhere in those taunts,

lies an ugly truth, unspoken... 

And, we have no answers,

still, we fall into procrastination,

for, it's our pride or ignorance, 

making us apathetic, to our situation. 

Disappointments, feeling like a failure,

our tears, couldn't comfort anymore,

pushing us more, to social isolation,

with our heart, filled with resentment. 

So, have we ever asked ourselves...

How much of blame game is justifiable?

Malaise

A chill seep through,

in damp, dreary days,

getting under the weather,

as my spirits feel astray... 

Malaise...

I am feeling low,

a bit feverish, my body aches,

craving the warmth, 

of a cozy bed.

With hot soups,

or strong ginger tea,

having some cut fruits,

and food lighter on belly. 

Then I lie,

wrapped in my blanket,

preserving body heat,

while soothing my soul.

Too weary and tired,

I am closing my eyes,

letting the sweats out,

to cool down my body. 

These are the times,

we become more alone,

seeking a gentle touch,

and a comforting presence.

With loved ones, we feel safe,

their support, gives us solace,

so, let me rest and recuperate, 

and finally prevail, over malaise!

PS : 

Do visit doctors,

If symptoms deepens... :)

A flowering plant

It all started, on my whims,

to watch, a flowering plant,

growing on the earthen pot...

Brightened by rays of sunshine,

that warms up, it's chilled surface,

only morning dews, left behind. 

Listening to the chirruping birds,

with cool breeze, freshens up mind,

my eyes, accustomed to daylight...

And I observed, the stems above,

carrying the weights, of the leaves, 

gently swaying, in the internodes. 

It seems insignificant, but customary,

to start my day, looking at the greenery,

as it grew taller and taller, all alone...

And I was intrigued, by its growth,

without blooming flowers, still flourished,

going against will, of life's processes. 

And then came, days of bad weather, 

strong winds, shaking its foundation,

bending its stalk, and the branches...

Next morning, I was surprised, 

to find a bud, a single flower,

that had sprouted, on the top. 

Yet, branches bent, lost its strength,

to sustain burden, nothing was left,

breaking down, leaving parts behind...

And, I nurtured, the broken stem,

watching in morning, as a routine,

letting it expands, until it heals...

Treating me, with bounty of flowers. 

And I wondered why it grew taller,

without giving a single flower,

while providing bouquets, 

after being broken?

What do you see?

Everything cease,

in this single breath,

make a deep inhalation, 

closing your eyes...

What do you see?

Let your mind waver,

like ripples, on water surface,

expanding, spreading further away,

losing its force, getting steady,

to provide you, a tranquil space... 

Now, hold that breath, 

visualize, the vast nothingness, 

yet, your senses get sharper,

getting attuned to the noises,

and you arrive, in realm of silence... 

Exhale slowly, relax your body,

you have achieved that mindset,

of finding the prized composure,

even in most troubled days,

if you practice it to perfect... 

For, here lies the secret,

a wisdom, of the ancients, 

to master, this art of living,

through controlling, flow of prana,

in their path, to the enlightenment... 

So, whenever you feel conflicted, 

just tap into your life's processes, 

focusing deeply, in your breathing,

with or without, closing the eyes...

Ask self...What do you see??

In the whispers

In the whispers,

I would sing this song,

of spending lovely moments, 

as we start, living together. 

Would it be morning sunshine,

drinking tea or having coffee,

listening to tweeting birds,

admiring the day's delights. 

In the heat, of the noon,

we would savor, something cold,

having giggles and fun challenges, 

taking shelter, to somewhere cool. 

In the afternoon, we make plans,

for an outing, or some recreation,

delving into each other's interest,

deepening bond, by learning ourselves. 

Would it be evening sunsets,

walking in parks, beach or mountains, 

holding hands, meaningful glances,

using shoulders for resting head. 

And our emotions would surge,

under the blanket, of the darkness,

diving into a night of passion,

or spend our time, in sweet talks. 

Yet, they are still whispers,

would they become the song,

growing as melodies, of our heart...

Or remains inside, as a wishful thought.

Hold on or move on

It's a predicament, we do face,

In this journey, in our days,

Where patience remains a virtue,

Until we fail, or procrastinate... 

Yet, letting go, might be frowned,

Missing opportunities, we have longed,

So, it pushes us, into a conundrum, 

Of letting it go or keep holding on...

To our dreams and aspirations! 

So, I wondered, what's the line,

To resolve issues, making up my mind,

When, every step, throws a question,

Tightening, like an invisible bind...

Lessons of patience

We are always in a rush,

to reach early, in our station,

not giving a thought for peoples,

that too are participating...

In this race for life. 

As everything was built,

for our conveniences,

from widened roads,

to faster vehicles. 

Have we ever wondered,

How life would be...

if privileges were lost,

under the weights, 

of nature's constraints? 

We have to learn, be conscious,

having left with no other options,

becoming mindful, of the movements, 

in concurrence with our surroundings. 

And we let them teach lessons,

while driving in difficult terrains,

along their twists and turns,

for understanding the true value...

Of our patience. 

For, we have to surrender,

our urges to race or overtake,

when, the paths were unforgiving,

and we couldn't afford mistakes. 

So, we learned to be humble,

regardless of perceived status,

calming anger or frustrations,

while becoming part of the traffic... 

Finally realizing, 

this lesson, of patience.

A conversation between scientists

 * The following conversation is between Leonardo da Vinci and Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam 

Scene: Sitting on a bench, in a serene garden, bathed in ethereal light 

Sitted on the bench,

they were genius figures,

one, a Renaissance polymath,

other, Missile Man of India... 

Leonardo: 

Oh, Kalam, you great man,

fancy meeting you, in this realm,

tell me, about your motherland, 

as we ponder, dreams for humankind. 

Kalam:

Leonardo, you are just brilliant, 

keeping art & science, hand in hand,

it is my pleasure to meet you here,

who's legacy have inspired us human... 

Leonardo:

I had a dream, of soaring the sky,

satiate my curiosity, with my eyes,

create world, where knowledge flows,

inspiring souls, to chase their dreams. 

Kalam:

Ah, dreams, they transform thoughts,

and our thoughts, result in action,

by taking responsibility, we would reach,

all the dreams, we dared to achieve. 

Leonardo:

That's wonderful, that's why we learn,

for, learning, never exhaust our mind,

but knowing isn't enough, we must apply,

being willing not enough, we must do... 

Kalam:

Also, we mustn't fear failures,

it will never overtake our determination,

for, our will power let us succeed,

overcoming frustration and obstacles. 

Leonardo:

Yet we falter, in our perceptions, 

Unaware, that exprience never errs,

there's a pleasure, in joy of understanding, 

For, the truth of things...is the nutriment, 

Of superior intellect! 

Kalam:

Those were inspiring words,

I would love to share them all,

to the youth, with divine fires inside,

I want to give wings, to this fire!! 

Leonardo:

Oh Kalam, our word won't die,

it's etched in their memories,

they would take world to it's zenith,

afterall, poor is that pupil...

Who doesn't surpass his master!! 

They both smiled, 

and vanished in thin air....

And a strong wind sways the grasses.

Waste management

We face, one of the biggest problem, 

a failure of subsequent governments,

that were complacent, in addressing,

the perils, of expanding population... 

Us, humans,are a resource driven society,

so, unplanned growth promotes inequalities, 

while becoming apathetic, ignore the cause,

of our surroundings, which faces the brunt. 

For, an urban dwelling, 

are akin to a living organism,

that can manage, without nourishment, 

yet, it's life-threatening, without excretion. 

And our ancestors had known, 

observed in Saraswati Sindhu Civilizations, 

for, they understood the value of sanitation, 

and created sophisticated drainage systems. 

But, as time passed, we lost this art, 

may be, foreign rules, played its part,

yet, modernity, have brought it back,

newer infrastructures, for managing wastes. 

Still, we are slowly losing the plot,

greed & corruption, leading from front,

ignoring the necessities, of our dwellings,

having broken or damaged sewer systems. 

Population too, had put the pressure,

unplanned developments, made it unsustainable,

without central control, over the localities,

we face the challenges, harsh realities. 

From overflowing drains, to polluted water,

it becomes a routine, for general population, 

lacking the resources, better the situation,

creating a dangerous trend....for future generations. 

Chocolates

From bitter seeds to taste divine,

a bond with humans, forever entwined,

started as the ritual drink, for the gods,

now, a source of our joy and delights. 

Chocolates... 

Be it small pieces to big bars,

we want them, in our hands,

biting, licking, or just keep inside,

savoring the solids, dissolve smoothly. 

It's our comfort food, in lonely days,

part of our greetings, to the young,

used as an expression, convey affection,

capturing the heart, with the attentions. 

From the streets, to luxury dining, 

they are the most sought after flavors,

prepared with love, into many desserts,

be it cakes, ice cream and beverages. 

Chocolates...

Roasted & grounded cacao seeds,

are more valuable, than simple treats,

forming a deeper bond, with every bite,

with sinful pleasures, a feeling that ignites... 

Like a symphony, inside our brain,

directed by these fascinating chemicals.

World Poetry Day

We all started some ways, 

in our innocent, formative days,

a voice within, igniting the flame,

to write our thoughts, on the pages.

And now, in this information age,

we have found, supportive stage,

conveying feelings, & experiences, 

adorning qualities, imagery & rhythms. 

It's indeed a blessing disguised,

to read, learn, and practice mind,

while being captivated by magic,

created through exquisite verses.

I am fortunate, to have arrived,

witnessing the talents, wisdoms revived, 

following the lead, I too have tried,

sharing perspectives, through my write.

So, I bow to these wonderful artists,

writers, authors, bards and lyricists, 

keep adding colors into our lives,

as I wish you all...

Happy World Poetry Day!!

Civic sense

We look around to blame,

any disorders and the damages,

in buildings, transport or pavements,

infrastructures that need repairs.

We rue the continued incompetence,

of our administrator and government,

With meek protests or surrendering,

rationalizing self about defective systems. 

Yet, we forget, that this world,

also have faced similar situations,

from higher population densities,

to widening income gap among people.

They, too, faced truant weathers,

from earthquakes or overflowing river,

development too played its role,

in the damages around the dwellings. 

Yet, they had kept things in order,

from policies to implementations,

so, where do they have excelled,

where we as a nation have failed?

It all comes down to respect for work,

with accountability, & minimal corruptions,

better coordination, within government,

would have achieved, the desired conditions. 

We take pride in our diversities, 

having ancient values infused lifestyle,

yet, everything floats on the surface,

deep down, we chase the profits.

Having excuses, presenting the problems,

no one listens, brainstorms solutions,

hard work mocked, praising easy money,

it's a race to attain, power and glory...

A land of spirituality, fallen to materialism. 

So, let us take moment to ponder,

our duties, responsibilities as a citizen,

for, the government is our representation,

what we are, shows on the ground. 

It's our civic sense...

We are the one, to be blamed!

They know our taste

 They know our taste,

or it's the music sense,

providing us the moments,

when we immerse ourselves,

in the beats and rhythms,

flooding us with emotions,

that blend harmoniously,

into beautiful chords,

the notes striking swiftly,

straight into our hearts! 

They know our taste,

or it's in the aesthetics, 

the beauty of our living,

that would manifest,

in the melodious sounds,

and the felt vibrations,

evoking sense of euphoria,

or calming the nerves,

hypnotizing our mind,

reverberating, through our soul. 

They know our taste,

and I am not complaining,

living for these moments,

when I am listening,

to these marvelous creations,

inspired by their understandings,

of the world's various elements, 

that could only be conveyed,

without writings or voices,

and transforming, in an ambience... 

Of our musical journey.

A rebellious soul

A rebellious soul, I was...

Fought against the dogmas,

becoming the voice of generation,

inviting newer lifestyle and ideas. 

For, it suited my aesthetics, 

why should I limit my potential,

grabbing opportunities that come,

I chose the path of my own. 

My parents were the traditionalists,

living meekly, making compromises,

following the system, without questions,

wasting their life, in the mundane.... 

And I followed by dreams,

fuelling the ambitions, I lived,

shutting the mouth of old faces,

reaching the height of the success. 

Yet, why does it felt empty,

even the connections short-lived, 

for, everyone fending for themselves,

no one cared or made concessions. 

A rebellious soul, I was...

Yet, my childhood was nostalgia,

where did I lose this plot,

when things, were under my control? 

May be, the answer lies...

In the wisdom of the ancients,

woven among with the faithful,

manifested in their understandings...

For a happy and content life!

We are in their place

We are in their place,

visiting for some moments,

let us be sober & respectful,

while we disturb their space. 

For, our presence was felt,

like the ripples, it spreads,

either welcomed or unwanted,

affecting the conditions, they lived. 

It's paramount, that we cared,

in human dwellings or natural habitat,

we are guest, they were the residents,

that are bound, to that location. 

We might feel the excitements,

of exploring new, for experiences,

but they would face the consequences, 

of any mischiefs, mistakes or accidents. 

Yet, we forget, carry our ego around,

oblivious of harm, that it may cause,

through the demands, or our actions,

changing perceptions, forcing reactions. 

So, be mindful, be aware...

As we are in their space,

witness or capture their charm,

while making the whole interactions... pleasant.

Unhappiness

What are the signs?

That manifest in our life,

telling us, something's missing,

for, we are unhappy within... 

Unhappiness... 

It's a common thing,

with the struggles of living,

yet, ignored by us human,

in the pursuit, of our dreams. 

And we might not know,

about self or close ones,

dealing with the sadness,

that is breaking them inside. 

So, we have to take the cue,

look for the symptoms shown,

that provide us the options,

to support, help the person. 

There might be social isolation,

it's a way of defense mechanism, 

for us to avoid, pain or distress,

becoming detached or disinterested. 

We might develop negative outlook,

being gloomy in the joyful occasions,

even develop irregular sleep patterns,

for, our mood and sleep are entwined. 

Losing interest in our daily life, 

be it hobbies, work, or socializing, 

while mental space, is being occupied, 

with a constant wave of self-criticism. 

For the sake of our image or standards,

we keep pointing out flaws or failures,

while wearing a mask, of false positivity, 

convincing self and others, we are happy. 

Unaware, that these feelings of ours,

brings ailments, into mind and body,

mental problems to metabolic disorders, 

from acute troubles to chronic diseases. 

And we neglect, our well-being,

like following any self-care routines,

for, we don't value ourselves enough,

or find the motivation, to work on it. 

For, unhappiness, seeps like poison,

creating habits, changing behaviors, 

unless we recognize and acknowledge, 

we will not reach, our ideal state... 

Of being truly happy. 

Inspired by article on HackSpirit " People who are deeply unhappy in life display these behaviors" by Eliza Hartley

Stranded

Alone...

In this ocean of feelings, 

that were built over the time,

as the wind of my aspirations,

propelled, this boat of mine. 

From a flying start,

a journey I embarked, 

with sails that's fastened,

by the wires, of loved ones. 

I braved the incoming storms,

and the capricious weathers, 

ably supported by the ballast,

I drifted boldly, to my destination. 

Alone...

Things changed slowly,

as the atmosphere thickened, 

and the airflow too ceased,

coming into a standstill. 

I tried to row, 

or let the thing float,

yet I felt powerless,

against the forces of nature. 

Day turns night, 

weeks, months and years,

getting drenched in rainfall,

got dehydrated, by heat of sun. 

Alone...

I am stranded,

living through a pattern,

without any indication,

of coming change. 

As the ocean, rises and falls,

I seek directions, towards my goals,

losing hope, every passing moment,

looking at vast emptiness...of visible horizon. 

And I wondered, as I lie,

should I let my anchors down,

without knowing the very depth, 

below the surface, of my emotions.

Ambitions

Ambitions...

A trait that promotes,

our drive towards the goals,

fueled by thriving aspirations,

a hunger to achieve positions,

of getting wealth, fame or power,

standing on the top of this tower,

being admired for our contributions,

grabbing all the opportunities available,

to attain glory, from our successes, 

helping us find followers,

those who listens, to our orders,

fulfilling all of our expectations ,

to finally be relieved,

Of our obligations. 

Yet, we forget... 

Ambitions...

Are detrimental, 

feeding our ego,

with every step we take,

climbing these tall castles,

secured by walls and pillars,

never trying, to touch the ground,

by being humble, showing compassion, 

for, everything is to be measured,

through the prism of our benefits, 

losing the intent or inclinations, 

of retaining, essence of relations,

as we became more demanding,

never to make any concessions, 

in our quest, for perfectionism.

Happy Holi

It's the festival of colors,

bringing joy, with full fervor, 

be it children, youth or elders,

everyone were greeting others...

Happy Holi!

Spring arrives, welcoming sight,

time for gathering, celebrating life,

generations meet, traditions intertwined, 

commencing with prayers, to the deities.

We sit together, hear the tales, 

of ancient times, when evil prevailed,

yet, goodness rise, victory claimed, 

bringing blessing, to the masses.

For many, it's a cultural exchange,

spreading love, when we engage,

making friends, forgetting differences, 

and come together, on the stage.

Singing, dancing, playing games,

applying gulal (abir), on the faces,

drenching from the colorful sprays,

as atmosphere dazzles, in vibrant display.

And we visit, friends and families, 

sharing snacks, & delicious sweets,

likes of samosa, gujiya, thandai, 

make our heart jump with joy.

Happy Holi !!

Chained

These invisible restrains,

binds me up, ties me down,

anchoring me, to the ground...

Every step I wished to take,

came with much skepticism,

pulling me back, to the beginning. 

So I watched, as they walked,

towards the goals, that I had,

showing glimpses, of those dreams...

More I struggled, more I sank,

like drowning, in the quicksand,

of my aspirations, far from reach. 

Chained... 

Being bound to my obligations,

with fear, of an uncertain future,

if not taken, the acceptable route...

For, the world had its demands,

choices had their consequences, 

so I became, apprehensive & reluctant. 

And so, it tightened its hold,

seeping inside, like a poison, 

paralyzing, my heart and mind...

By letting go, of treasured dreams,

I was constrained, by overthinking,

putting a limit, to my freedom. 

Chained...

So I questioned, 

do I have regrets?

Looking at these shackles,

And I realized, in my silence...

For, I knew the answer.

Entrepreneurs

In this game of business, 

there are many, who could mess,

a life of comfort and tranquility, 

by chasing fame and profit. 

Most fail to even retain,

invested capitals in the market,

wasting precious time & energy,

going bankrupt or get depressed. 

But, few would stand out,

making a name for themselves,

gaining insights, rising to the top, 

through tactics, tricks of the trade. 

Entrepreneurs...

They are a separate class,

bringing innovative changes

in old or traditional methods. 

By taking risks, embracing losses,

they gather support and patronage,

from small returns, to compounding profits

they reach stages of expanding business. 

But, it's a strenuous journey, 

needing diligence and passion,

with courage & resourceful mindset,

even luck, favors the bravest...

Custom or poverty

Are some customs, that being followed,

are just traditions, from centuries old,

to be believed, trusted faithfully,

without concerns and misgivings. 

For, our ancestors were inspired,

were ignorant, at their wits' end,

forcing people, making decisions,

using myths, to influence opinions. 

Was this fallacy, mere superstition,

Or there's something else, deeper reason? 

Poverty... 

It's the most pertaining cause,

faced with limited resources,

they develop habits and biases,

that go against, general conventions. 

And we would judge, through our prism,

unaware of their needs & compulsions, 

for, they have to make compromises,

living within, a tight-knit community. 

But now, time has changed...

These customs, facing a slow death,

as people find better opportunities, 

provide their children, good lifestyles.

Once a symbol of their uniqueness, 

losing its footings, against newer generations,

for, things which were morally conflicting,

have lost the tag, of being a heritage.

Wars

It is the era of conflicts,

a curious mind does wonder,

what's could be the reasons,

for many fighting, among people... 

War...

Been part of human civilization, 

as armed conflicts, violent struggles,

when things not solved by words,

till the sides, accepts defeat.

For, there's not always winners,

only losses, despair in surrenders,

the joy of victory is short-lived, 

remaining in historical memories. 

Hostilities are intrinsic to the life,

facing challenges & competitions, 

for mates, territories, feeding grounds,

or very survival of the fittest.

Yet, not many fight for pleasure,

out of hatred, envy or angers,

where evil mind with authority, 

ordering murders, even genocide... 

Wars...

We, human, were the intelligent being,

yet animalistic instincts resides within,

so, our quarrels, and disputes too,

demands higher level of sophistication. 

Everything becomes grandeur, 

from weapons to defenses,

and scale of the destruction, 

to involve wider regions... 

Yet, the question still remains,

after arriving, into present generation,

with much awareness & communications,

why so we still fall...into evils of warfare!

And answer, is not on the grounds,

the people, facing the consequences, 

but lies, in very nature of the universe, 

manifesting, in our desires...

 

Changing moods

How can I capture,

true meanings of your gestures,

for, your mood is capricious, 

changing like a lunar phase.  

Someday you are so gentle,

sweet words, feelings so tender,

like full moon, you feel closer,

sweet talks, with love & affection. 

Yet, there were also days,

you seem distant, at heart,

as a waning gibbous, it recedes,

the beautiful smile, on your lips. 

But then, you become volatile,

as you speak, or become silent,

and I feel, you reach third quarter,

when I tried, getting your attention. 

As our meetings become infrequent, 

chats delayed, calls remain unanswered,

I wondered, are you a waning crescent,

giving glimpses, fading into darkness. 

The most painful, are those days,

you stop contact, ignore my pleas,

like a new moon, in pitch black night,

So, I was broken and disheartened. 

Yet, then comes the reversal,

as slowly, you start answering,

and I wondered, should I be hopeful,

for finally experiencing, the full moon.

Simplicity is underrated

Simplicity is underrated, 

sometimes even berated,

to be considered naive,

to the world's functioning. 

Sometimes taken advantage, 

being mocked for being cheated,

of grabbing better opportunities,

and, getting higher rate of success. 

It's the age of competition, 

promoting the cunning ones,

there's no time, taking it slow,

to build skills and character. 

Without promotion, you will lose,

a sidekick, on the backgrounds, 

so you chase, ignoring surroundings, 

only catering to your selfish needs. 

Yet, simplicity have its presence,

the one, not swayed by ongoing race,

treading mindfully, with genuine purpose,

while keeping their principles alive.

Not many, understand the value,

as they contribute, with a silence, 

and before long, we would learn,

lean to them, for every situation... 

They might not reach the top,

walk in their pace, towards their goal,

but they were the happiest person,

without many worries and concerns... 

For, they are the true winners.

We make friends

We make friends...

In childhood & learning phase, 

some forgotten, others remain,

growing together, staying in touch,

sometimes planning get-togethers,

to reconnect with the old vibes,

by catching up, & playing games,

laughing together at casual jokes,

eating, drinking, making merry,

going for sightseeing, on vacations,

even hanging outs, for shopping,

along with our families... 

We make friends...

And the bond strengthens,

the more we invest our time,

in their good or bad days,

listening with empathetic ears,

supporting them when needed,

in physical, or emotional troubles,

we stood firm, holding ground,

building goodwill and trust,

that survives for long,

till our last breath... 

We make friends...

But now we have lost,

those feelings and emotions,

facing struggles of the world,

becoming isolated and lonely,

doubting every effort of others,

in interactions, while connecting, 

only floating on the surface,

not trying to dive deeper, 

to experience the true joy...

Of friendship. 

Love or infatuation

Sculpted by divine hands,

molded into a fine art,

poured with tender care, 

you have the angel's air. 

Your poise, is so gentle,

every move delicate & gentle,

smile so sweet, my heart melts,

when you coyly, throw your gaze. 

Who will blame, when I fell,

to your beauty, its allure,

and I might even fancy,

thought of us, being closer... 

But now, let me savor days,

spending those sweet moments,

looking at your adorable expressions,

in our greetings and conversations. 

And I would watch, even relish,

when you speak, grinning cheerfully, 

hoping for our time to slow down,

while wishing, for something more... 

For, you captured my attention, 

creating a place, inside my heart,

and I wonder, should I be asking...

Is this attraction, love, or mere infatuation?

Sunk Cost Fallacy

Our time is precious,

we don't want to lose,

yet, there are situations,

we don't give it proper dues... 

We can never be certain,

of our plans to succeed, 

there lies many other factors,

that influences the outcome. 

And here arises, a condition...

Bringing dilemmas, into our mind, 

forcing us to take actions,

that incurs losses, in long run. 

Sunk Cost Fallacy...

It's a way of reasoning,

sticking to preformed notions, 

regardless of ground realities. 

It's a pattern, that we would face,

depending on the efforts, we made,

investing our time and finances,

for our dreams, and aspirations. 

It's these past investments 

that influence our choices,

continuing the path taken,

without falling or taking recourse. 

For, we were aware...

A grand vision, needs its sacrifices,

but hard work too, can go waste,

these setbacks, would act as lesson,

if we cultivate, a flexible mindset. 

Sunk Cost Fallacy...

Our time is indeed precious,

so, utilize it after deliberation,

be open to the changing tides,

not be impulsive, bide your time. 

Still actively diversify your options...

By gaining wisdom from predecessors. 

A walk on a beach

A walk on a beach,

Both, on your bare feet,

So close and within reach,

A conversation brief but sweet,

Still conveying the deepest feelings. 

Chilled by the ocean breeze,

you came closer, stifling a sneeze, 

and I covered, with a gentle squeeze, 

our eyes met, in those moments, 

sending a current, all over me... 

Holding hands, we then walked,

feeling the moisture, on sandy paths,

brushing aside, strands of your hair,

you rest your head, on my shoulder,

as we watched, the evening sunset... 

Even the salty air couldn't break,

the temptation, of your scent,

yet, I let these fleeting moments,

in my heart, to be forever etched,

as my sweetest memories... 

And the waves, crashing on shores,

creating a symphony, of music flow,

letting my surging emotions to grow,

of your affection, capturing my heart,

and we made promises of love... 

In silence.

Universal cure

Far from the prying eyes,

there lies a passionate boy,

digging the troves of books,

gathering data, seeking answers...

To the mysteries, of healthy living. 

For, he has always been a frail child,

took efforts to even follow routines,

while his friends, would run around,

playing freely, strong and sound...

Enjoying a life without worries. 

So, he studied, many subjects,

to find hints, to these puzzles,

remained focused for years,

and one day, had eureka moment,

his research, showed some result. 

For, he had found the success,

a way to treat, cure illnesses,

no medicine, or procedures needed,

only a set of frequencies applied,

to reverse, the signs of disease. 

So, he met, prominent minds,

of political and scientific communities,

presented his data and the findings,

convincing them to utilize it,

for the betterment of society. 

But, he was met with disdain,

been ridiculed, given punishments,

house vandalized, paper stolen,

lost all belongings, become heartbroken,

finally silenced and forgotten. 

Years later, in a nondescript town, 

an old man teaches young generation, 

and he asked what they want to become,

the child said, someone who cure everyone,

old man frowned, gave a wry smile.... 

" Don't risk it, you will lose everything "

Convictions

We would believe the lies,

if said with pure conviction, 

for, the words feel wise,

devoid of hidden intentions... 

Yet, those were the moments,

we need to substantiate,

before falling into the trap,

swayed by their emotions. 

For, world have seen growth,

in fields of sharing knowledge, 

we now have the opportunities, 

to gather data and information. 

So, let's not follow blindly,

have enough confirmations,

by relying on multiple sources,

helping in their verification. 

A true expert would allow,

giving facts for comprehension, 

with its scientific understandings,

for us, to take informed decisions. 

Still, there are many gray areas,

where faith governs the diction, 

scientific evidences too are limited,

not reaching any conclusions. 

But, that shouldn't be the criteria...

For our convictions!

They fear our voices

They fear our voices,

be wary of the presence,

even little of our movements,

alerts more, than dreaded predators,

for, they were terrified, of us human. 

And I wonder, 

should they lose caution,

seeking foods or shelter 

or suspect, remain vigilant...

Of dangers, our kind possesses. 

Some might not have options

been surrounded by our settlements,

lured by the leftovers, in the garbage, 

or consequences of habitat losses,

forcing them out, of their dwellings. 

Taken away from their kin,

marketed as pets or exhibits,

they can't have moment of peace,

being trapped, within the gatherings, 

of men, using them for their needs. 

Adding insult to the injury,

they were hunted, for misplaced glory,

for exotic pleasures, not a necessity, 

chased, captured, made a plaything,

as they slowly keep on fading... 

Into extinction.