Bits & Pieces

As I lay in bed, with your arms wrapped around me
I couldn’t think of anything apart from thee
When the heavens opened, the earth, in its entirety,
succumbed to the soft-falling shower.
As we lay beside each other, my heart skipped a beat
I guess it symbolized latent power

Overflowing streams of thought overpower me
As I think of you, with a thousand inked pages
Lying in front of me
At yet, not a single word has the power to describe you,
because you’re a spirit, completely untamed and free

Today, when I hold my pen between my fingers
I tend to realize that you’re quite a humdinger
You made me write what was untold
It lied there, in the coffers,
So cruel and cold

Whenever, in the shackles of ignominy, I am caught
Pieces of you overthrow the clutter
It is here that memories begin to return
And curtains of darkness, thick and suffocating
Begin to burn

Again, as I lay in my bed,
with a thousand fragments of unspoken thoughts lying beside me,
I look into your eyes
which have, after a long night, become heavy and red
You count up to three
And, as always, a piece of you flies into me

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A Melancholic Orange Tinge…

Staring,staring, and staring
At the sun
It has that color
The color I so dearly liked.
It reminds me of you
Of the anniversary present in had bought
Of the countess memories associated with it…

As the curtains are being drawn,
I am reminded of you
Of the summer that was spent together
I can recall your gleaming eyes
Oh, I wanted to drown,.
In those eyes of yours

All I have ever wanted,.
Is to be with you
Is this too much to ask for?
Oh, open those lips
Let a few words escape through them

As this day comes to a close
And the Chirruping fades
I can only hope, despite despondency
That this diseased orange tinge would die down
And that a shade of golden yellow would take over….

Staring, staring, and staring
At the sun
It has that color
The color I so dearly liked.
It reminds me of you
Of the anniversary present in had bought
Of the countess memories associated with it…

As the curtains are being drawn,
I am reminded of you
Of the summer that was spent together
I can recall your gleaming eyes
Oh, I wanted to drown,.
In those eyes of yours

All I have ever wanted,.
Is to be with you
Is this too much to ask for?
Oh, open those lips
Let a few words escape through them

As this day comes to a close
And the Chirruping fades
I can only hope, despite despondency
That this diseased orange tinge would die down
And that a shade of golden yellow would take over….

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Panah…

For long, we have just been chasing shadows
Trying hard not to fall
Fear, war, worry
We’re always in a hurry
Rape, terror, disease
All of it seems ‘normal’

I just put on my earphones
And continue on my merry way
Not paying heed to what I get to see
Netflix, songs, films, and all else
Conspire to corrupt me

All we want is rosy cheeks
And paths covered with snow and leaves
nobody gives a damn about the accidental gas leaks
And about thousands who died last week

All we’ve wanted in life is space,
Space without a trace,
Of fear, misery, and disease
Is it a bit too much to ask for?
All the world’s filled with peril
It looks sophisticated on the face of it
But happens to be completely feral
It runs on war
With bullets and barrels
And all we do is sing Christmas carols

Today was one of the many days
When I saw people entering into the fray
Being butchered, slaughtered, and being stuffed into a pot of clay
All I did was put on my earphones
And continue on my merry way…

 

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Seeking Acceptance-Part III

“Why am I not getting likes on this damn picture?” How many times do we ask ourselves this question an hour after we’ve posted a picture on Facebook? There are many people out there who waste their time asking people to like their posts and pictures.

We live in a world which happens to be brimming with social media (Facebook, WhatsApp, Snapchat, and Instagram). This list is very much never-ending. It is world wherein we compare ourselves with others. “Why on earth does he/she have this dress?” We always ask ourselves why we can’t look a certain way. The saddest part is: we keep comparing ourselves to people we don’t even know.

Have you ever seen anybody posting a picture of himself wherein he’s watching TV on a fine Sunday afternoon while sitting in a loose set of boxers? No, you haven’t. People click photographs when they look presentable. They’d post a picture while enjoying a vacation at a seaside resort in Goa. The location would be breathtaking, and so would be the dress worn by the person. So, to top it all, people try to paint a rosy picture. They won’t tell you how they look when they role out of their bed, early in the morning. The picture painted by them is very much incomplete and distorted.

Now comes status. People click photographs to showcase what they’ve got. From the shiny and glittery dresses to the latest smartphones and headsets, everything is snapped and posted on social media. Here, happiness is an important element. People post pictures which make them feel happy. All of us, as individuals feel happy when we post a good picture and get likes on it.

Now, the problem is: our happiness is short-lived. As soon as we find that our friend has posted a better picture, we begin feeling inferior. Let me be very clear, I am not trying to preach to anybody how to live his/her life, and neither am I pointing a finger at anybody. I firmly believe that all of us should be free to post whatever makes us feel happy, given it doesn’t hamper the integrity of those surrounding us. What needs to change is a person’s overall focus on life.

Social media, in all fairness, has become the indomitable force controlling our lives. Ours is a world where likes and shares. our lives have begun revolving around social media.  We need to take a moment out of our lives and think. “Were we really brought into the world for this very purpose?” The simplest answer would be a big “no”. To put things simply, in our attempt to find acceptance in life, we began comparing ourselves with others. As individuals, we always wish we could live others’ lives.  In our bid to earn likes and shares, we’re missing out on other beautiful things happening around us.

All I’d say is: ” We need to live in this moment”. Form relationships with real people, and not with godforsaken Facebook friends. Enjoy the present, and just forget about what people have to say.  I am sure all of us would have much better things to do in life than to compare our lives with others.

To conclude: Life is measured by the good deeds we do and the promises we keep, and not by the quality of our social media posts.

Redundancy in life may not always be meaningless…

Having survived 100 days without work, I can definitely say it’s really difficult for a workaholic like me to sit aimlessly at home doing nothing. I can tell you I crave for the contentment and exhaustion of a long and fulfilling day at work. I’ve been spending sleepless nights writing one application after the other, writing the same things over and over again. Continue reading “Redundancy in life may not always be meaningless…”

We tend to become vulnerable as we grow older

There was a time when even an introvert like me used to make a lot of friends. Not that I was the most extroverted person out there. I mean no one ever saw me dancing madly in the middle of a big, fat Punjabi wedding, but I, like most teenagers out there, enjoyed getting along with people. I remember meeting a lot of people and making a lot of friends while roaming around aimlessly. Almost every single day, I used to bump into countless known faces. What followed those encounters were incredibly lengthy conversations that just refused to end.

I remember having a big bunch of friends who used to order my favorite food without having to recall it. There were those who understood silence. And then, there were those who organized last minute birthday parties full of fun and frolic.

Being someone’s friend and being friendly with people are two entirely different concepts. You can be friendly with your colleagues, but your colleagues might not be your friends.

Continue reading “We tend to become vulnerable as we grow older”