We are conditioned to see

We are conditioned to see,

Realities through our lens,

Neutrality becomes a facade,

That we tried to play,

Because looking within,

Can be demoralizing, 

For, accepting our flaws,

Puts a dent on mental image,

Can act as a blow,

To aspired perfections,

Of the lies ever spoken,

Of the choices made,

Needed some excuses,

To push the blame,

While promoting ourselves, 

To gain some validations, 

While acting as a victim,

For perceived sacrifices,

When in reality,

Not a step was taken,

Just living a life,

Where interests are served,

And that's what defines us,

Even if are avert the gaze.

Nocturnal visits

My imagination flourish,

as night slowly creeps,

inspirations lits the spark,

in the moments of tranquility. 

Nocturnal visits . . .

I want to be rested,

but patience get tested,

ideas starts swarming, 

like nectar seeking honeybees. 

I opened the window,

gazing at the silvery sky, 

hoping moon soothes, 

being gentle to the eyes.

Yet, emotions doesn't let go,

silently lingers, and overflows,

ruminating actions, or lack of,

lamented choices & plights. 

A bane of inquisitive mind,

still newer questions arrive,

to be pondered, to be explored,

becoming part of my reflections. 

Nocturnal visits . . .

I dreamt of rendezvous, 

but heart have other plans,

if reality aren't stimulating, 

fantasies can bridge the gap.

You want to be the boss

You want to be the boss,

and not give a toss,

be the owner of your time,

never have to feel rushed,

as you live your life.

But businesses are not easy,

demands efforts and time,

overcoming setbacks & failures,

to truly make things work,

and sustain over the years.

They need strong foundations, 

built over sacrifices & devotion,

from the leaders to employees, 

showing unwavering concentrations,

to tide over difficult phases. 

The company manages operations, 

performances rely on motivations,

with budgets and resource allocations, 

are essential for daily functioning,

bringing profits for stability & growth.

Yet, there will be troubled state,

when responsibilities were evaded,

passing it down to outside people,

not having skin in the game,

breaking down with risky decisions. 

You want to be the boss,

but not prepared to bear loss,

just inherit the privileges, 

enjoying all the perks,

till good things lasts.

Look on the brighter sides

Look on the brighter sides,

keep reminding every time, 

your heart sank into sadness,

from the negativities of life.

The climb can be steep,

setbacks can slowly creep,

eroding your confidence,

gradually making you weak.

With no one to confide,

how can you survive, 

but spirit of self-love,

can help us revive.

You need to cultivate discipline, 

emotions can be an absolute whirlwind, 

straying you from desired paths, 

when your senses underperformed. 

For, awareness takes time to activate,

need patience, persistence, receptiveness, 

if we are stressed, conditioned to react,

how could we ever learn, and interact?

Look on the brighter sides,

even when your heart resists,

consider it as bitter medicine,

that can help your recover . . .

Your ideal state of mind.

How we respond or react

If someone has high sugar,

Being adviced by wellwishers,

To control their sweet intake,

As they are prone to diabetes,

Making them react or respond...

1. I will take up your suggestions, 

And consciously control impulses.

2. I appreciate your suggestions, 

And consider it before taking decision.

3. It's my body and my life,

And I love to eat sweets, 

Don't tell me what to do.

So, tell me, which path you choose?

For, it will impact on how people interact. 

Intellectual theft

We have patent systems,

to protect intellectual properties,

but there's no guarantee, 

that these were individual inventions, 

but stealing ideas from naives,

unaware of commercial plays.

We have heard of plagiarism, 

taking someone else's work,

passing them as their own,

to gain fame or fortunes,

but there are bigger games,

where entire history is stolen.

Traditional knowledge of medicine,

taken up by businesses & corporates,

patenting knowledge in foreign lands,

practices of indigenous communities, 

to claim exclusive commercial rights,

blocking original source from monetizing. 

Intellectual theft . . .

Modern systems have created loopholes, 

providing opportunities to powerful ones, 

having the capital and infrastructures, 

to market themselves as the owners,

and others, waking up late,

create policies like G.I tag . . .

Hoping to preserve and regain control, 

their rightful ownership!

A man of few words part 2

How well they speak,

expressing so many things,

I get blanked when trying,

to put words for my thoughts.

I am a man of few words . . .

Always felt little disappointed, 

in my inability to construct sentences, 

with limitations of vocabulary, 

acting as a spoilsport. 

That too been an excuse,

a way to rationalize artistic terms,

then there are speakers & writers,

who create magic from ordinary.

It would be from latency, 

by running thoughts through filters,

checking of relevance, nuances,

before serving them to others.

The lack of my fluency,

is inability of ornamenting, 

add volume to make things complex,

take away clarity from the concept.

I am a man of few words . . .

I don't deny being complacent, 

enjoying time as passive consumer,

to spare moments for practicing, 

concentrated effort in this direction.

For, I am also lazy!

A man of few words part 1

I am a man of few words,

seldom talking, mostly observe,

whenever in unfamiliar places,

or meeting with new people.

It was never my intentions, 

to avoid having conversations, 

always answered when prompted, 

sharing thoughts & information. 

I was more outgoing in youthful years, 

but had interests demanding solitude,

escaping to library, internet Cafes, T.V,

for my daily dose of explorations. 

Friendships were not like relationships, 

coming as seasons, never lasting long,

those brief memories, still fill my heart,

returning to private life.

I don't even know what I want,

enjoy tranquility, or have a chat,

then again, not many understand,

to have a meaningful dialogue. 

I am a man of few words,

be it voluntarily, or being forced,

still pursuing the right balance,

where I could have a word . . .

In this world.

 

Action beats idle dreams

A quiet, hollow ache,

felt deep in the recesses, 

watching someone else walk,

a life, I designed in my head.

Childhood and youthful years,

were spent in clearing the path,

for the resources, time, space,

of making it a perfect sense.

But it never arrived, in our mind,

there's hesitancy, something lacking,

but then strangers, & acquaintances, 

started inhabiting that reality.

It starts as admiration, sometimes envy,

might be longings, what could have been,

of the potentials, diverting from the ideals, 

grieving a version of us, that couldn't exist.

But, everything is not as rosy as it seems,

they have their trials, sheer grinds endured,

only few born with silver spoon in mouth,

most of the time, it's our choices & actions.

Action beats idle dreams . . .

As much I try to rationalize, 

I will still lament that dreaming guy,

watching snapshots of others' lives,

to revisit desires, long suppressed . . .

Nonchalant interaction

I was outside, for leisurely stroll,

taking in the view, of outside world, 

hustle and bustles, the busy streets,

quiet, isolate patches, for some stretching.

And there she was, a beautiful cow,

standing alone, besides group of people,

I had the impulse, to pet her head,

but was reluctant, saving face.

I went closer, she was alert with anticipation, 

they were used to being fed with offerings, 

but I avoided eye contact, as I passed,

still had a feel, gently brushing with hands.

She didn't react, I heaved a sigh of relief,

went ahead with walk, to designated point,

now I had to return, after completing round,

encountering same cow, on the route.

This time, she looked straight in my eyes,

letting out a moo, as I was approaching, 

I used same trick, quick scratches on neck,

only to find her unbothered, ignoring me completely. 

Ah, she is acting nonchalant,

but doesn't mind being petted,

and I returned, smile over my face,

outsmarted by the cow.

Adding credentials

Have we ever noticed, 

resumes of the professionals,

where some have multiple degrees,

while others lack basic ranks.

Adding credentials . . .

What are the underlying factors,

creating divide in their positions, 

acquired skills, privileged upbringings, 

or individual ambitions & affinity? 

There might be power imbalance, 

sociological & institutional feedbacks, 

dynamics of opportunities varies

from seeking access to invitations.

For the credibility of initiatives, 

organizations have preferences, 

replacing high risk employees, 

for candidates with pedigree. 

Then, there's motivation, 

getting return for time invested,

finding time from obligations, 

for speculative upskilling.

Adding credentials . . .

Their portfolios evoke envy,

but we don't know the costs, 

of efforts, connections, sacrifices, 

when we enjoyed work-life balance.

In the end, it's about choices, 

of mental peace, or gaining relevance. 

 

Be careful what you wish for

You can't ride two boats,

Harboring contrary ideals,

One wishing for cordial relations,

While opposing its values,

The society becomed a mirror,

For what you want to project,

Independence begets Independence, 

Selfishness begets selfishness,

When you assert your rights,

Other protect their rights,

Everything becomes transactional, 

Weakening the foundations.

So, be careful what you wish for,

For, that's the life you get,

Lies & excuses won't last,

Your actions betrays,

When you build your identity, 

Over choices & interests,

A rebel is considered rebel,

A gentle person as gentle,

Nothing is accepted, 

From declarations & demands.

It was never meant to be

It was never meant to be,

we were too different, 

existing in separate world,

seldom finding convergence. 

Our meeting was coincidental,

as if wheel of fate starts moving,

from greetings to conversations,

a connection kept building.

I was captivated by your charms,

gentle demeanor, smile that disarms,

sharing interests with confidence,

every time we had great discussions.

Before long, my thoughts were occupied,

eyes searching for you in the crowd,

getting excited from getting messages, 

enjoying every moment we interact. 

Gathering courage, I made the choice,

in a confession, convey my sentiments,

aware of distance, we were far apart,

but my feelings, could bridge the gap.

It was never meant to be,

but now we are together,

it all takes a loving heart,

with sincere commitments.