The Calling

As the rush of the grass strokes your hand,
And each dash of the wind adds a flavor new,
All you want to do is write about that distant land,
Where the only king your body served were you.

As the whiff of the waves hits you in the face,
And the squeaks of the sand clutch on to your feet,
All you want to do is rewind and play those days,
When the only ring your heart knew was its own beat.

As the size of the peaks reveals the grand scheme,
And the mystery of the shadows speaks of a friend,
All you want to do is groove to the ancient dream,
Which is the only string your mind follows at the end.

As you feel alive with all the senses firing the brain,
And the mind, heart and body connected at the core,
All you can do is ask yourself again and again,
What is the only thing your soul’s here to search for?


Image by Pezibear


Invisible

Putting the lipstick in her purse,
She stole a glance at the mirror,
Given the fact this wasn’t her first,
She couldn’t afford any error.

Tucking the tie in between collars,
He put on the blazer black,
“I’ve got the charm and the dollars”,
He drew the matte shoes from the rack.

It was a lovely evening of spring,
Lovelier were the outfits they wore,
As their table got ready for the fling,
The glances kept playing with the four.

Amidst all the laughter and the cheers,
Both were unaware of the maquillage,
Which wasn’t so shiny as their attires,
But was donned as the perfect camouflage.


Image by Gerd Altmann


Viewpoints.

Once upon a time, there was a child, safe and secure in the mother’s womb. Having no OUTLOOK on the world out there, the child basked in its own little world.

Then the child was born. Surprised by the new world, the child APPROACHED everything with feelings of awe and admiration.

The child grew up and turned in its adolescence days. Suddenly the world was not a friend anymore. The child PERCEIVED the world as its enemy and was careless towards everything, living life to the fullest with its carefree ways.

Then came adulthood, and with that went the innocence. Equipped with the limited resources, the child was focused on its personal aspirations in the competitive world. There was no time to see the world from any other ANGLE.

Then it dawned on the child. There was an entire world out there, unsafe and insecure even in the nature’s womb. With the new POSITIONS of thoughts on the world out there, the child was raveled by its own realization, and along came the questions.

Maybe the child is ME. Maybe the child is YOU. But there is an entire world of generations out there, ravaged by greed, war, discrimination, poverty, exploitation and more. Maybe all it needs is a small shift in our VIEWPOINT towards it.

Let’s adjust OUR VIEWPOINT. Will YOU?


Video by TEDx NTU


The Last Chapter

Do you remember the faces?
As the stream of tears races
On your heart leaving a stain
And you keep up with the pain
But fail to move along the flow,
Since the eyes cease to glow.

Do you remember how it felt?
Transcending over time you dealt
With all the faces who greeted,
Daily shower of wishes cheated
On your blindfold that mystified
The sense of belief oh so tied.

Do you remember the sounds?
The division bell calling rounds
For you to pass a verdict definite
On the faces masked over deceit
With colours of trust smeared on
That now clouds the future dawn.

Do you remember all the mistakes?
Not realizing how much it takes
To put efforts to make things right,
As others kept on with the fight
You watched but never learned
Alas, against your own you turned.

Do you remember that time?
Now it all make sense and rhyme
Along the words you danced to,
Surpassing all faith your soul too
Will lose, translating what has pearled
That was when you ruled the world.


Image by Arek Socha


Dreaming Real

Falling through the dark and distant dream,
Failed grasps aimed for branches supreme,
Thoughts crossed over as the reach recedes-
Landing on the moon may need newer creeds,
Waving above were the leaves passing by
And twinkles smirked while blinking an eye.

All this while the ground grinned below
To greet another fall on its hard pillow,
And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.

Falling through the dark and distant dream,
Failed grasps aimed for branches supreme,
Clouds crossed over as the black globe spins,
Stealing the moon as if hiding its sins,
Some leaves fell down some towards the sky,
Though none reach out like wings to fly.

All this while the ground grinned below
To greet another fall on its hard pillow,
And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.

And the fall gave away all nearby dreams,
Laying on the back drowned in the screams.
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
All nearby dreams
Drowned in the screams,
And the fall gave away all nearby dreams,
Laying on the back drowned in the screams.

And high hopes kept sailing higher,
“Oh no” cried the moon in despair.


Image by 52 Hertz