Loner

There was a time when I craved for friendship & companionship but as I grew older I realised that when depart from this world your in solitude. When your in this world your surrounded  by people who posess motive and averise which at times can't be understood. Your a resource  for the world till the time your useful  you will be considered  the time you aren't  you will be sidelined with the utmost insensitivity  and humilation. During the time of despair you contemplate and unable to conclude because your mental wounds start to bleed. They bleed for years and years. No matter how good your in hiding your grief but it hurts greviously and people don't  take you serioulsy;they do conclude by saying forgive and forget. You try too hard but cannot  forget and this perilous agony it prolongs till your last breath and ceases the moment your corpse starts to decay.

This agony distratcts and you constantly deviate from your goal. What if your whole life you were told that  your not good enough. These slanderous thoughts don't  part ways with your mind and you remember the  unkind. Every day you fret about your fate but these thoughts  don't  leave your mind. Afterwards you start to question the purpose  of your existence with a lot of resistance.

You question your faith in vain and pain.

Instead of laughter you want to slaughter. When you scotch  doesn't  taste the same. You wonder your palate has betrayed you rather than considering  the possibility of suprious liquor.

Their was a time when You wanted to love someone  but that somone is not destind to be your Juliet.

The cycle  of time teaches a lot. We live in an era where faith has become a paradox thanks to the spiritual  leaders. The irony can't  be understood  because of blind faith. The mistake is regretted.

The mutes with tunes

Last night I went to a near by restaurant for dinner, it was candle light dinner. There was a family which consisted of a couple who were differently abled and their was gifted chap their son ; who played the role of a communicator when it came to placing the order.

I was discreetly observing their sign language and I realised that they were astute when it came to communicating and expressing themselves. I remembered the saying that action speaks louder than words. They were joyful, jolly and unlike other people who seem to be in a company but were surrounded by self imposed issolation due to social media and constant messaging.

They were communicating with bliss I could sense their hearty efforts even after their limitations. Mother telling her child don't lick your fingers people are watching and father communicates through signs that let the kid enjoy. Mother telling the father that don't drink too much. They were constantly smiling. They seemed to be in touch with their souls unlike other who seemed liked cyborgs who were held captive by their tablets and mobiles. I saw a family who could speak in a pure manner and from the heart. I considered them the mutes with tunes. God gifted us equally and man defined inequality by misinterpretating equality. People who are Gifted with voice tend to deprive others of their joy because they are unhappy with their life or spouse.( Pun intended). people who are gifted are too busy being judgemental, superficial and materialistic. The mutes on the other hand cherised every moment and I could hear mozart's tune even during their silence. There was no miscommunication among the mutes which amazed me.The  people who can speak often create missunderstanding and confict prevails instead of peace and harmony.

GOD bless the mutes. 

The Economics of Relationship

When the demand exceeds supply. Your relationship will not last but if supply exceeds demand then it will. P.S it doesn't mean that you spend a lot of money but spend less of it. Optimum uitilization of resources for maximisation of production. Same should be applied to your relationship. The law of diminishing marginal utility. First you crave for both the company and the love then you feel suffocated and cry for space. Afterwards you can't tolerate each other. Fixed cost- you take your girlfriend out on a date. Variable cost- you girlfriend gets her younger brother.

Me or my success ?

History spares no attempt in unveiling the mystery and conspiracies. Similarly man has always coveted for advancement and attained greatest height to such an extent that there is a hole in the ozone layer. It would be unfair to consider man as a human being becuause we are still evolving beings (undergoing the process of evolution).

When your successful people even die to see your shadow and when you aren't your like the 19th century widow griefing in despair. The people around you will possess plastic smiles and each and everyone wants to be associated with you due to your success. When your nothing your always ignored and no matter how kind you are to the world they will always be unkind to you. When your success arrives the world around you changes and the people despised you will always try to reprise their relationship with you.

Your success not only invites a lot of people but also freefunders who would love to thrive on your support.
When your successful heads turn around and when your not people make you go around. The question is about being authentic, do they love you or your money, influence, position and power. For the success of an individual, he has to pay an indemnity which is a bundle of sacrifices which he feels are lost for eternity. The world is unaware about your indemnity as they are more keen on showing their fake affinity. When your successful a baggage of silicon and a volouptous botox will stick to you like a lizard sticks to a wall. There are only two differences. She is a fairy and the lizard is scary. She loves the American express credit card in your wallet and the lizard loves the wall.

Why do we refuse to delve in our mind and decomplicate the complicated. As human beings we are governed by the bondage of quaint customs but Success eradicates them and ends racism not on humanitarian grounds but for avarice, influence & power. The people around you dance like Shamak Dawar.

Jovial fairy

When I saw you for the first time.

I decided to write a rhyme.

I knew that you were as sweet as wine.

In vanity I thought that you could be mine.

When I saw you for the first time.

Your elegance made me feel fine.

I knew others were vile.

You are fresh like the river Nile.

You’re brighter than the sunshine.

You shall eternally comply me to rhyme.

For your glance I won't mind waiting for a while.

Malhar fairy

The circumstances were impeding
but you were superseding.

Your innocence caused cognitive
dissonance.

Your eyes were scintillating like
the stars in the sky.

The span was vile because I had to
wait for a while.

Your long and lustrous tresses were trailing in the wind
and my heart was leaping for you forbidden.

The way you and your friend nodded,
I certainly doubted.

The way you were leering,
I was fearing.

Because of you I discovered the fain
In pain.

Your slender legs would propel anyone to commit
Blunder.

You were evading but romantic emotions in my heart
were prevailing.

I saw the vanity in your eyes,
There was insanity in my mind.

Your beautiful dreams evolve every night
due To which I have to switch on the light.

I know you are a fairy from paradise and I’m a demon
From the world of prejudice.



This poetry is dedicated to the charming girl (Malhar fairy) who I saw in Malhar, 15-08-08,

ST. Xavier’s college festival.
She was standing on the external side of the foyer which leads to the washrooms. This poetry of mine conveys the story. I wish that I would have been more articulate and told her my true feelings rather than acquiring implicitly in the form of this poetry.

Snow white

Her eyes were glittering like the comet
which motivated me to write a sonnet.

She is so white even the moon shall envy
her sight.

The way she swings her palm
makes me feel calm.

The way she whispers makes
my heart tremors.

When I give you a look,
I forget to read the book.

You are so pretty and you make
me feel witty.

You are the one who I always coveted and in your
search I always wandered.

I accept your command with alacrity
even after it causes mutiny.

This poetry is dedicated to my ad design professor; they should never be so pretty because you shall end up writing poetry for them rather than mastering your wisdom.