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.

Astronomy

The ancients knew the sky,

glittering diamonds in the nights,

captivating hearts, hypnotizing minds,

forming connections, with the divine. 

Astronomy... 

The study of stars & planets,

were one of the first branches, 

that inspired people of past,

to acquire knowledge vast,

and make sense, of the cosmos. 

Deeply linked to daily lives,

from commons to the elites,

incorporated in religious practice,

dictating decisions for countries, 

and make predictions, for the future. 

Civilizations needed timekeepers,

following solar or lunar calenders, 

with the phases, solstice, equinox,

positions of stars & constellations,

and make precise calculations. 

Astronomy... 

With meticulous observations, they grew,

from small rituals, to sophisticated models,

laying groundwork for scientific inquiries, 

building frameworks of various theories, 

and playing, an important role...

On advancements of civilizations!

It took my all to stand

It took my all to stand,

when they were rushing forward,

there were sacrifices to be made,

pushing me with difficult choices,

still I persisted, in defiance. 

They say, celebrate small successes, 

but no one remembers second place,

in a world of increasing competitions,

there's many fighting for center stage,

ignoring ones remaining in backgrounds. 

It took my all to stand,

for, I too admired their acts,

qualities displayed, which I lacked,

inspiring me, for improvements,

working towards my own growth. 

Yet, there's never a steady glow,

flames flickers, when distractions showed,

little by little, building the foundations,

creating my place, with contributions,

finding joy, from small accomplishments. 

It took my all to stand,

still not enough to leave the mark,

being overshadowed in their ranks,

shining brighter like radiant sun,

and I, a candle in the daylight.

Teasing the gullible

They are gullible, so naive,

innocent hearts, ready to believe,

so we play pranks, gentle tease,

for some laughters, in-between. 

It's fun, these lighthearted banters,

strengthens bonds through playfulness, 

let us relive our childhood moments,

that developed, our sense of humor. 

Yet, there are certain nuances, 

to be observed, without lapses,

for, they are weak and vulnerable, 

being prone to emotional distress. 

So, we create positive environments,

that build trust, not causes anxieties, 

so they don't identify it with bullying, 

rather enjoyable interactions. 

For, they are gullible, so naive,

seek your guidance, to perceive,

so, let them smile with glee, 

find pleasure, in jokes & tricks.

We are connected, by invisible strings

We are connected, by invisible strings,

thoughts resonates, hearts do sync,

sharing desires, feelings that spring,

being in love, like our dreams. 

And I gaze, upon your eyes,

falling deeply, when I dive,

these tender emotions, softy flies,

taking me to places, that you hide. 

Your each move, invites pleasure,

sway my mind, losing composure, 

so many wishes, keep sprouting,

showing dreams, of future outings. 

There are no words, for these sensations, 

which flows, with our conversations,

while your hints, and subtle gestures,

giving me signals, for getting closer. 

We are connected, by invisible strings, 

in your embrace, I stopped deliberating,

professing our love, let moments begin,

when we explored, our heart's calling.

Who bears the weights

Who bears the weights,

of the crimes committed, 

by individuals, & communities, 

sometimes leadership of nations? 

For, we are the supporters,

of friends and our families,

getting emotionally attached,

and stand, with decisions of country. 

But, their causes are not always just,

with consequences, demanding reactions, 

flames were spread, we get involved,

as bystanders, treated as accomplices. 

And we grieve, for being the victims, 

after encountering, stray projectiles, 

damaging lives and our properties,

being connected, with places of origin. 

So, who bears the weights, 

of instigating harms on innocents,

blamed for being taking the sides,

where does, true responsibility lies?

Emotional scenes

Growing up, I watched the scene,

where their eyes, glued to screen,

when characters fight, tears stream,

as drama unfolds, in-between. 

And I wondered, what's the allure,

watching them cry, as they endure,

conflicts brewed, conspiracy ensures,

them to stumble, when facing failures. 

It was the time, in every channel, 

most viewed, were such theatrics, 

capturing attention, of our families, 

watching them together religiously. 

Most plots were intentionally crafted,

create atmosphere with background music,

to evoke strong reactions from audience,

gathering more views, higher TRPs.

And it succeeded, forming connections, 

tragedies in plots, building up tensions,

keeping viewers invested in narratives, 

of being witness, them overcoming challenges...

For strengthening relations.