On the path to glory...

When you reach for the stars
Envy not the birds that fly
High up in the sky
You know the goal you have set
Just make sure it is met

Let the wind blow
As heavy as it can
To keep you low
Soar up high
Victory will be nigh

The fear of losing
Can make you flicker
Remember the race is for the fitter
Nothing can shatter your will
When you know for sure what's your fill

You are what you think
Think you are as small as an ant
So you will be
Winner or whiner
The choice is yours

My Life - My decision

Enjoying the moments with the loved one

Would make anyone's day special

I am no exception

I loved him

I am not going to details as to how many years

but with heart and soul

His every movement made my soul quiver

His smile was always magical

He clutched my hands

With thousands present

and took the vow

He will be with me forever

This is one promise he failed to keep

I regret not

But my soul found nothing consoling

When he was around life seemed so pleasant

It always felt like

Heaven would be no better place

In his absence

It feels like hell would be no worse

Then came the other

In my life

This guy got me flattered

He has the smile as mine had

I see the same spark in his twinkles

No comparisons can be made

They are poles apart

Excepting I am the centre of their lives

Missing my loved one

bogs me down

I am not the one who would bow easily

But love has taken me over

Love I never think would bend any rules

Just that it has no rules

I am in love,

Yes but for the second time

Let the world throw stones at me

I know how to makes those stones flowers

Judge me not

I am not judging you

I am getting married in a while

It is just a few months now

that he passed away

How a dramatic change - you might ask

You should be in my place

I am not ready to be in your place

Nor would I want you to be in my place

Let me take my own course

This is my life

And all I have is just one life to live

We need no poets

We do like playing bingo
But be away with us
anything that people play with lingo
What's the fun in all their pun
Not worthy of even a humble bun
Why do these eccentrics
Love to be the way they are
Wouldn't care if they are hippies
What irons me out is
Whatever they do it just gives me hiccups

I yearn for a world
Where there are no bards
Enough are the larks
Lovely nature's sweeties
Away with you human bards
I Will yell at all you
For I know
Yours are not going to sell

I have put up an argument
Let me see if you will try and quell
With all your words jumbled
Or will you just have your lumps swelled

The point here is
Call a spade a spade
And a rose a rose
No other name we like to here
Be away from us all you bards

Challenging the Me

There is nothing
I can't
But everything
I won't
The very mantra of a phlegmatic
Is what I embraced all my life
To live with
I cared little
When everybody moved on
I always had an excuse
Life is a circle
Why should I care?
I am happy being what I am
The truth is it did not last all that long
I felt something hit me hard
I am not just alone
There are people who I need to care
It is high time I move on
But how now?
I have lived all my life
Just the way I have
Can I?
Now there is no would I?

Machine needs oiling
Cricket bat needs seasoning
An athlete needs training
When all for short run needs so much
How much more would I need for long run?
It hit me hard
Now there is a solace
Yes, I am a phlegmatic
One who loves to work under pressure

I cried, challenge me
Nobody dared to
Or should I admit no one was willing to
Where is my motivation?
I looked far and wide
Out of nowhere came nothing

I called me a good for nothing
One that can't achieve anything
- an utter useless person
- a loser
Am I?
I asked myself - self instrospection!

Did I not read
"If you falter in the time of trouble, your strength is small"
Yes I have

I shouted
I am not a loser
But why not?
Because I gave reasons aplenty
And the reasons
Yes there are and they are
It took a little courage
To challenge myself,
My own thoughts
It least disappointed me
As the one I was searching
Like a mad dog
Was nowhere to be found
But within me
Now I hear the words of Mahatma ringing in my ears
"Be the change you want to see"

Digression

Inspired
by some deep inspiration
I inspire
deeply
exhaling a full-bloom smile
teeth glistening
mind blowing
thoughts clearing
making way for
happiness
that mind only knows
but heart
smiles too
complimenting
complementing
"to some"
a full odd action
when it was to me
a reaction
of
a deep-felt
thought
that just flashed
my mind
not for more than a few seconds
yet
worth all
to think and laugh
with heart
all agreeing

Me - the Inquisitor

I built a large house
Gave much importance to all details
To make it look lovely
And for neighbors to envy
What I did not care about is
Where all the waste would go
I could have laid a nice pipe connection
It would not cost me a fortune
But why bother
When I can send all the waste
To the nearby colony
Where the not-so-rich live
They have lived all their lives
Amongst pigs and buffaloes
But for me
I live in a scented house
Everyone admires me

I built a chemical factory
Taking care of details for the safety
Of my workers
I love my employees
With love I have kept them slaves
I appreciate their work with bonuses
They call me the best employer
I am the most loved
But only in my own company
I never bothered about pollution
outside, but inside it is heaven
I have another small colony nearby
Where I can send all the garbage
After all they are used to them

I showed my brilliance
To a old friend of mine
But he loathed the way I lived
For me caring less about fellow beings
But I seldom care
I ask myself the question
When big capitalists
Can make all the hue and cry
If their fishes die
And call it an accident
When because of them some thousands die
And thousands still not have come of its effect
Even after good number of years passed
And can say with all the cool
It is a closed chapter
Why can't I be stone-hearted
People don't lie in the past
Move on, move ahead
You gotta live with it
That is how the world works
I am still sending my garbage
To the nearby colony

Cry of a grown-up

There is a child in everyone
Only a few would admit
Just as in our world
Letting the child out would seem childish

We once were chasing butterflies
And went behind grasshoppers
We hopped as they hopped
The number of dragon flies
Caught and left
We failed to count

Lying on meadows
and climbing the trees
Are long forgotten
The grasses that we played with
And the smell that we carried home
The richness of grass and scent of wild flowers
Which when as a child
Were ones that gave us joy
Fail to excite us now

The castles on sands
That we built
The fortress and playhouses
Big and small
Our own weapons - bow and arrows
Not to forget the wooden sword
The dramas enacted in the open
With no spectators
But the wide-wide sky
The green cheerleaders clapping their hands
Those trees that we loved
who gave us shadow and place to play
Both up and below
Are now gone
To be replaced by lifeless stones
That what we call home

Every stone had a story
Every mud and clay had life
Life wasn't worth a dream then
But dreams were life
We laughed together
We cried together
And we hooted together
People indeed were around
We never bothered them
Nor did they
It was our own world
Different but close to heart

Certain things are allowed
only for those who are just above 18
It's been ages since we crossed the landmark
Yet we are not allowed
To enjoy what we enjoyed once
Not by others but by our own egos
Just because we are adults