Tipping culture

There was once a humble diner, 

where people meet and gather,

to enjoy, relax, have good food,

lessen worries, lighten up mood. 

There were some who splurge,

genuinely appreciate or show off,

while few display unruly behaviors, 

create problems, harass the waiters. 

The waiters performed their duties,

out of obligations and goodwill,

they never complained or protest,

being content with the salaries. 

Yet, slowly demands were made,

and they proceed, to assert their rights,

asking better facilities, more tips,

as form of their contributions. 

The desires grew, greed followed,

putting impractical value to the services,

now duties have become privileges,

looking down upon ones, who don't tip. 

Tipping culture... 

That's prevalent in some places,

simple tasks transformed into business, 

so, footfall declines, for unreasonable price,

collapsing the very ecosystems of diners. 

** PS. It's not only the tale of diner.

Brilliant performances

We know the universal language, 

that communicates with our hearts,

capturing attentions of masses,

with their brilliant performance. 

For, here they convey emotions,

we could feel joy, the sorrows,

experience pain & sufferings

and hopes for tomorrows. 

There's something magical, 

in their delivery of expressions,

telling stories through the art,

that are genuine, seems authentic. 

Yet, nothing takes away the mastery,

skills and efforts, went on refining,

every stroke, each notes being precise, 

breaking limitations, in creating impact. 

We are immersed in the flow,

and energy, could be palpable, 

sometimes getting goosebumps,

with tears, streaking from eyes. 

This universal language evokes emotions,

resonating deeply with us audience,

no words could explain these masterpieces,

leaving lasting impressions, in our psyches... 

For, they are brilliant performances.

Pareidolia

Sometimes, our imagination plays tricks,

showing us images, in random places,

when it paints, some familiar patterns, 

on things, that randomly captures attention. 

Pareidolia... 

A fascinating phenomenon, 

being part of our growing world,

when we were young and free,

and explored natural surroundings. 

We saw faces in the clouds,

or outlines on bathroom tiles,

the rocks, bushes, cemented road,

each gave opportunities to draw. 

Yet, it was used to show illusions,

might as well fuel our delusions, 

with silhouettes of religious figures,

being presented as divine messages. 

Pareidolia... 

A great aspect of human perceptions, 

as brain adapts to sensory information, 

recognizing patterns in ambiguous places,

finding meanings, have creative interpretations... 

Without the absence of real stimulations. 

Practice what we preach

It's not always within our reach,

still we pursue, and also teach,

wisdoms, ideals, and perspectives, 

when we don't ourselves...

Practice what we preach. 

Is it hypocrisy?

I have no answers,

for, it's a long journey,

of learning the discipline,

and becoming a master. 

Still, we have convictions,

of following right directions,

advocate our thoughts & visions,

persuade others to take actions, 

of spreading underlying message. 

Then again, we share our views,

for finding someone who listens, 

lighting weights, that burdens hearts,

or connect, over mutual interests, 

towards issues, that affects the world. 

Practice what we preach, 

might be a difficult endeavor,

when we encounter obstacles, 

of our own inadequacies,

or other's judgments. 

Danced to your tune

You expect me to abide,

without a say, letting you decide,

as you feed instructions in a spoon,

and I, would dance to your tunes... 

My thoughts ignored, are skimmed, 

while your opinions, fill to the brim,

there's new mistake, in every step,

that are independent, from your plans. 

Then you inquire, why I feel tired, 

where's raw emotions, to light the fire,

adding dynamism into our relations,

touch of ecstasy, breath of passion. 

Yet, I have tried, catch your eyes, 

putting efforts, through my style,

but, you find flaws, and criticize, 

denounce results, remain dissatisfied. 

Treating love & affection as rewards,

you seek to subdue, tame wild heart,

when it's about mutual connections, 

you use manipulation for gaining control. 

And you wonder, how distance grew,

when our bond was forever & true,

if only you realized, addressed it soon,

I might have, danced to your tune.

What drives us to pass judgments

What drives us to pass judgments, 

expecting others of fulfilling requirements, 

when thoughts are subjective, having biases, 

how qualified are we, of making statement? 

Is it genuine concern, or our entitlement, 

projecting our insecurities as assessments, 

for getting high, from sense of superiority,

distracting ourselves of own inadequacies? 

Still, we gather, commenting on others,

sometimes get vocal, showing displeasure,

when we had chances, to give suggestions, 

support the effort, towards their vision. 

It's human tendencies, to hasten reactions, 

skip the details, in interpreting information,

accumulating accuracy, blinding our sight,

from delving into depth, of the creation. 

So, it's easier to pass judgments,

than walking on path, of their journey,

have the experiences, carry out appraisals, 

with the maturity, to educate and enlighten. 

For, that's the true purpose of judgments. 

It doesn't take much time

It doesn't take much time,

for disagreements to rise,

into arguments & conflicts,

when coupled with bruised pride. 

We need discipline and control,

to maintain calm and composure, 

for, emotions floods our mind,

when provided, with free ride. 

And it starts, with giving attention,

to the elements, promoting chaos, 

as a mean, to further their cause,

using the gullible, as their pawn. 

Our insecurities are exploited,

to sell their ideals as products, 

deeply invading our psyches, 

promoting enmity without reasons. 

For, we inherently seek harmony,

connect with others with goodwill,

opening ourselves to perspectives, 

that are unfamiliar to our beliefs. 

Still, we explore, learning things,

trying to come to an understanding,

sometimes find common strings, 

letting us nurture our bondings. 

It doesn't take much time,

for us to relate with others,

when our intentions are good,

and interactions are sincere. 

Survival of wildlifes

It's a harsh world out there,

life is cheap, courage essential, 

face the risks, of grievous injuries,

just to survive, for another day. 

From the day, they were born,

it's overcoming challenges, one by one,

trusting instincts, hiding from predators, 

taking leap of faith, jump into dangers. 

The nature give some respite,

body is accustomed to the fights,

stronger immunity, faster healings,

let them avoid permanently impaired. 

Yet, lives were still being lost,

those weakened, committed mistakes,

keeping their population in control,

by being part of food cycles. 

It took millennia to perfect,

and balance, was surely maintained,

until arrival, of the destructive force,

devouring their efforts, without second thoughts. 

For, in this rampant exploitation,

there's no survival of fittest, 

only facing the inescapable reality, 

of being pushed into extinction. 

Will the humans ever see,

hear their cries and pleas,

for, they are vulnerable, fragile,

need to remain wild and free.

Drifting apart

Drifting apart, 

we had lost communication, 

someday we would wonder,

the point of such relations,

fading in the backgrounds. 

There are no streams of sentiments,

nourishing our roots for attachments, 

only in memories of past meetings,

infrequent conversations or dealings, 

provides hope for future interactions. 

Drifted apart,

we might have been occupied,

to give attention to delicate sides,

of building bonds, maintaining contacts,

for a more resilient connection. 

Yet, it's sought, for its worth,

keeping alive, in our thoughts,

regardless of motives or reasons,

there's much deeper causation, 

leading to our encounters. 

Drifting apart,

still, treasured in our hearts,

even if limited by boundaries, 

we built bridges to restart, 

the forgotten path... 

For conveying message. 

Come with me dear

Walking alone,

I can't see too far,

the beautiful dream,

among the glittering stars.

So, come with me dear... 

Thoughts hazy, rarely shone

vision colored in sepia tone,

being aimless, unconcerned,

of the life's twists & turns,

losing sparks of passion. 

Walking alone,

I am feeling the fatigue,

from constant tug between, 

hopes and disappointments, 

recorded into my story. 

It's not the burden,

but perceived absence, 

that occupies my mind,

stirring emotions in heart,

seeking your company. 

Walking alone, I have realized,

of being emptied, acclimatized, 

to the routines, present lifestyle, 

and it scares, where future lies,

so, come with me dear...

It's a mystery, how time changes

It's a mystery, how time changes,

when we are confined, in our spaces,

for, the world moves, to newer stage,

while we might lag, keeping our pace,

following our lives... 

And then, comes some meetings,

when we gather, share our stories,

many new faces, people in places,

changing their acts and ways,

being adjusted to world's shades. 

"Oh, you look the same person,

from the years, we have known"

these comments are pleasing,

but carries underlying meanings,

for not having enough exposures. 

Should there be pride or pressure?

Of holding beliefs, values treasured, 

not for the lack, or having comparisons, 

but experiences, fulfilling expectations, 

of oneself and treasured persons. 

It's a mystery, how time changes,

when we witness, still on the fences,

the shifting tides, and crashing waves,

letting us discover, things we missed,

and confront, some uncomfortable truths.

There are advices sprouting in corners

There are advices sprouting in corners,

shared by influencers, in short videos,

fed to the brains, in minimal time,

catering to youth, with attention span. 

These quick bursts of information,

activates our dopamine channels, 

encouraging us to follow their words,

without fact checking or raising doubts. 

Every tip, comes with certain beliefs, 

based on research, personal experiences,

which were spoken with convictions, 

without literatures to back it up. 

Yet, their voices were compelling,

while presenting them as relatable, 

coming as honest, genuine advices,

than prevalent shady advertisements. 

Some contents help us learn,

yet, most only creates confusions, 

by dictating terms and conditions, 

of following lifestyle decisions. 

There are advices sprouting in corners,

but we should be wary of intentions, 

let's not forget time tested traditions, 

for some fleeting impressions. 

Songs, part of our lives

They have a unique appeal, 

giving us excitement & feel,

most are transient trends,

while some are cherished. 

People choices do varies,

depending on moods, individuality, 

with traditions, and upbringings, 

influences taste in the music. 

They are more pronounced,

being part of formative years,

while there are special ones,

that are loved across generations. 

The qualities do suffer,

facing shortages or corruptions, 

even the originals were stolen,

for making cheaper alternative. 

Still, the voice of genuine souls,

does connect with audiences,

to be played in the repeat,

added in collections, after release. 

Songs, are part of our lives

older classics, for nostalgic times, 

fresh ones, pushes creative boundaries, 

yet, governed by our preferences.