Clarion call on a lone journey

Asunder hands,
chained together,
battling sweats,
an endless march,
in search of an identity,
lost among thorns,
a journey eluding travelers,  
fraught with misery,
parched throat,
a dusty terrain,
where neither dawn nor dusk exists,
a mind filled to the brink,
hath no fury or punishment,
buried emotions,
ravaged by pure sparkle of the flame,
no destination is endless,
a crushed purpose exploding like volcano
clarion call,
the end is blurred.

Poetry bouquet: Connecting strings

Barren flavor

Paan stained emotions
flavor of barren land,
raw and colorful feeling,
laden with a thirst,
exploring vivid towns,
a village silenced by voices,
thirst for adventure,        
hippie shedding cloak and clothes,  
shorn of facade.

Connecting strings

Play naked,
connecting the string,
inside out emotions,
straddle freely,
belies what humans are capable,  
a green heart needs no healing from artificiality,
a budding flower,
revel in the self’s uniqueness.



Has social media made us lame communicators?

Communications is key for any relationships to thrive. In today's age of social media, read FB with 2000 plus connections, Insta Love or Retweets, one can bet on our connections beyond comments. The truth is that we have lost the art of harnessing relationships or communications skills when everyone is suddenly gung-ho about their social media achievements and one can wonder on the number of friends on display. The moot question is: Who are our real friends, with whom we speak regularly. 

Wanna bet! There are few who are our true friends in this virtual world and the whole FB triumph has made us lazy when rather than picking up the phone speaking to a friend or planning a lunch meet, we end up sending a WhatsApp forward. This whole forward or virtual e-greetings for birthdays, Diwali or New year has made us lame communicators where deep inside this fear of not meeting and bonding physically has become our new truth. I often wonder whether we are for real in the first place or just turned into some digital robot, typing greeting or Whatspps whenever it suits us.

For instance, I may speak loads to a Whatsapp contact or on social media but may be, will be at a loss of words in meeting the person. I think this says a lot on the communication skills suffering and reason why we should meet more often with people not only to break the ice but also getting to know each other. Time for us to loosen a bit for the digital world has stiffened our souls. 

 Do a test and just drop a genuine Hi to your random FB connection beyond comments, asking to call them or catching up. The answer is simple: There are very rare cases when you will get a reply and forget about meeting up for we have become remote-controlled by the world of Insta that works like another version of friends with benefits. Basically, you like my posts and I like yours. Honeymoon over. Sadly, that's how the entire things pan out.

 Of course, there are few people who became good friends on social media and despite we haven't met physically, we make it a point calling and speaking endlessly on the phone. But, I can count on my fingers the number of such connections but blame it not on others but ourselves for we are busy beyond words but too selfish in making the effort in expressing love or appreciation beyond the world of status messages or Tweets.

Beauty and the plucked rose

Beauty is delicate,
plucked rose losing sheen,
dollop of spark waning,
the moment beauty gives in to passion and love,
lost fragrance,
beauty radiates when exposed to the sun,
what to make of love?
love is,
similar to beauty,
the chasm and miasma unexplored,
a stranger lover is clueless,
in the intriguing night,
leaves shorn off in the new season.

Say hello to Hope

I shall tell a secret,
invest in love, friendship,
every single thread of relationships,
cornucopia of emotions,
equate the heart with goodness,
bare it all open and unfiltered,
discard the past,
empty the vessel for it carries no worth,  
paint the universe with love,
say hello to hope,
celebrate success and smile at defeats,
leave everything behind,
eliminate the scars,
vanquish demons of the past,
accept the shortcomings,
as you say bye 2018.


Where have the years gone?

Where have the years gone?
dreams and passion,
guilt free,
freedom to romance,
devouring life,
to love and lose,
when pain was pleasure,
exploring lust,
eyes filled with aspirations,
unquenched thirst,
once every small thing mattered,
it took decades,
the lost times surfaced,
when pessimism vanished,
scar was just a world,
freedom above everything,
dating was fun,
routine of falling in and out of love,
the heart knew no defeat,
conquering the soul wasn’t vain,
never shy to take risks,
time change us as a person,
roughen the child inside,
are years such an evil?
taking the self away,
hold tight to the spark,
embrace innocence,
be that person again.


Xmas delight

Colorful bells,
gifts wrapped,
toys in forms and shapes,
twinkling eyes,
tiny toes,
cuddled by dolls,
a little princess,
a boy leaping with happiness,
greeted by magic,
cars and wonder city
Santa's fantasy,
where is him?
little hearts unveiling the eluded fantasy,
hiding behind curtain for a peak,
the old man missing,
the delight felt by the heart,
Xmas tale,
Make merry.



A day in life

 An atypical day in my life makes for perfection, efficiency and super productivity but a rarity, thinking of the ass whipping exercise to achieve this feat.   Confession: For quite some time, haven't done it but when it does happen. high on fulfillment.

1. Lie on bed and meditate for five minutes, closing the eyes, palm open, breathe in and out to seek calm.

2. Drink a glass of warm water which is the best way to start the day for it removes all toxcins.

3. A cup of chai to start the day while coffee makes for the second or third beverage. ,

4. Read materials online and FB is used as a diary for I keep sharing a few stuffs so that get to read them or else they are lost in the feed.

5. Check office emails, Twitter and other Linkedin notiifications.

6. Sit in the room or alternately travel by bus to office for a couple of hours to sort out stuffs and work. Yes! I am a freelancer with a company and got this facility of hanging at home for the daily tasks.

7. Hit the coffee shop where time is spent reading on the I-pad, a book or magazine that one will normally find in my bag.

8. Back home for a nap, jogging twice a week and 30 minutes of yoga practice done either in the morning or evening.

9. Reading, blogging and attempt to write, fiction or non-fiction.

10.  Watch Netflix and Amazon Prime. Just finished Sacred Games and still on Mirzapur, both kick-ass sitcoms.


Things can't leave the house without!

You know this feeling right when it suddenly hit home that the laptop charger has been left behind at home when scampering to the office? There is a little you can do, except pray that the work is wrapped in time and laptop turns into a good saint doling free love without expecting anything in return. A tale of counting your chickens before it hatched.

This happened to me last Thursday and felt like a dejected scientist on a mission to save myself from The Big Menace looming. I almost turned into a zombie to wrap everything in a jiffy but wasn’t meant to be. The laptop went dark.  I went blank. We stared at each other.  A moment of silence that seems pretty much like the videotape ejected from the VCR which is buried in the past.

Now, that’s quite a story knocking on several cubicles at the common office space to be turned down,  pretty much like asking girls out who outrightly rejecting me. I was lucking for two dudes sitting in their cubicle saved the day as good Samaritans. Finally, business was done in half an hour courtesy the borrowed charger. It makes me wonder on the things that we normally make a point to carry with us every single day and a tube light moment when it slips the mind, a matter of life and death.

What would happen tomorrow if I forget my phone at home rather than the laptop or the plug in? I would definitely freak out, thinking I have lost the super expensive i-phone or the risk of passing out, making it more painful than leaving the laptop charger at home. Things I can’t do without right from the smartphone, an extension of the office with emails and countless applications such as social media to the spectacle and wallet, books or magazines carried in the bag.

How can I forget my personal agenda diary in this digital age? The diary makes for something very precious and personal to jot the agenda and as much as I try to be media savvy, can’t do without the former for it’s the ultimate lifeline. Just can’t live and without the prize assets surrounding lives.


This feeling, that sentiment...love

This feeling,
that sentiment,
paradise nest,
you call it love,
it may not be!
a heartbreak,
nursing scars,
in past and present,
rewinding the emotions,
plugging in fast forward,
what we could have been?
walking past you,
nothing could have ever existed between us,
had we made that choice,
you tell me,
pretending nothing existed,
better to love and lost,
your shadow loomed,
belonging to the buried past,
we destroyed each other's presence,
i like it that way,
strangulating the feeling,
just a trace of water,
when the stormy night has waned,
and dissipated with the new season.