Sayeth Shakespeare

"To be or not to be...that is the question"... said Hamlet ( directly ).

All of us face this question time and again in our lives.

The answers we find are different each time, but satisfactory for ourselves, and the search never ends for the perfect answer.

Find whatever you may ... you shall live; now that you are born...be it in mirth or in harmony.

Life

Life is the most beautful part of our journey.

Some may curse themselves of their birth, and some may be the happiest.

But believe me...you can mend it the way you want it.

It's like those abstract paintings where you just have to make way for yourself......yourself.

Take the brush wherever you want to, my painters.

My Water Shine

Like a flower waiting to bloom,
you came in our lives - a new tune.
Like a lipstick waiting to be worn,
you blew our worries away, instead kept a fern.

You always thought of life as a dead road,
but let me tell you my water shine, we are here to take away your worries and load.
Smile could never be so pure as yours,
a heart where sits an angel deep in the core.

Worries...worries...just close your eyes,
let your tears flow down and fly.
Your eyes are like water...so deep and hurt,
you can keep the water, but throw away the dirt.

Nobody can match your rarity around,
know this that you are free to fly...and not bound.
You know you carry a heart of gold,
so what worries you...that it'll grow old?

A Long Life Or Short

Either life puts you in quicksand to sink slowly throughout the journey, or it rests you on a bird to fly higher and higher. It sometimes rests you on a cloud as well so that you learn to fall... as does rain , and evaporate as a cloud again. For some it's as short as a day's journey; while for some it's still the stone age. It makes you......so...... it breaks you.

At times "black" at times "white"...at times motley coloured...wanting you to decide at every stage.

Deciding will again have two sides to it -- which either way you'll have to decide.

Keep deciding and life moves on......there you go

"Smoking the life to glory"

A puff...a fag...satisfaction...Life.

This concludes it all......

Everyday i meet n number of people who either smoke because their friends do, or they enjoy doing it, or to keep company, or they can't resist...and lastly, they don't have anything else to do.

All this is priority, when it comes to their own existence?

They would not have reasons if you ask them why they smoke...and these reasons suffice.

In those "rings" die a few minutes of their lives everytime. In that smoke sits their 'precious' life in a cuddled manner, and it flies away in a few puffs and waves at them...saying goodbye.

They let go their lives themselves, and are happy of what they do.

I'm glad i can see that smiling face of my life, right there...inside me. It's a gift but once...don't let it go "just like that" people.

A Man Amongst Countless

Every person in this strange world carries with himself a different life, a different experience, a unique history of his own. All this gets together and gives a unique identity to every person. That's why we have likes and dislikes, opinions and suggestions...because each and every particle of this world is different. Every person, every thing...the air around you changes everyday. Everyday being different...we adapt to the changes around us without even realising how different we are each single day...every single minute. These changes sometimes affect our moods as well...so much so that we get angry, upset and blame it on the 'circumstances' or the 'day' at times; not realising that it's just another different day with different modulations!

Sometimes we give it the name of 'sacrifice' and sometimes we just adapt to it without any realisation.

That's what life is all about...that's what a human being is all about...changing every minute...regretting every change.

The Broomstick

Lost in his own world, he didn't even know if anybody was even noticing him.
He stood up with his broomstick and started sweeping the floor without any hindrances or difficulties. He just had to wait for the customer to leave; and the moment she left...he stood up...erect, with his weapon guarding his palace.

Suddenly a voice shouted, "do it slowly...yes slowly"; and there he went slowly , as if the voice gave a command to the broomstick and not him.

He does it countless times a day, giving the floor its shine...and the floor shines back at him, saying " you are the best".

The floor gives him that big smile that no one has a right to......not even the broomstick.

This is his world......Broomstick, The Floor and Himself.

He "being" the king , manages his world...himself.

He is just fit in his world, not allowing anybody to enter...not allowing himself to leave that place.

Wo“man”

She’s the one, who prioritizes her family,
She’s the one, who is grown in reverie.

She keeps understanding and adapting the myths,
She forgives and forgets; the way did Seth.

She finds herself alone at times, even amidst family,
She reaches some truths and searches for more.

Her life…sometimes at stake,
Sometimes with blemishes…disfigured.
She stops and sheds and moves on with the scars.

Dreary looks her road ahead,
Gloomy looks that tree up head.

Some stop at this junction and consume the authority,
Some deal with their fears defiantly.

Independent and expressive of their decisions hereon,
They take their roads designed and owned.

Deciding…or relying…self-reliant …or defenseless,
She still seems the happiest with her victorious smile evergreen.

22.02.07.

Search For Self

Not lost but searching for your inner self.... that isYOU. You know what you are, what you wanted to be;what you would want to be. You are just what you always thought you'd be like, else you wouldn't have loved yourself today, or anyone around. You are HAPPY the way you are today; a few things here and there worry you and thinking about these 'trivial' things become ones cause of worry. "Trivial Things"-----they are of less importance, aren't they? Cherish what you have, be content with what you are. Have goals and ambitions in life, and noone can stop you from not achieving something you are capable of(and is your right); but make people understand your priorities. Find out a way of mutual understanding wherein, do what satisfies the other as well , and makes him happy. Do things his way sometimes. Thereafter let him know that there is a line beyond which YOU want to go and ask HIM to suggest ways. Reach that level of understanding where you are not suppressed of your desires, nor do you back-fire and rebel to put your point accross. Understanding a person takes years....you've just put your first step. Now that you have duties to perform , so somewhere you have to put your ideas backstage, but surely not dump them(that is what we normally do).
It's like a test with subjective answers, where some questions have negative marking .
The pen is in yourhands but don't get worried about negative marking...just be sure that you score positively. Nobody scores hundred percent, but even if you score seventy five, you've done it pretty well.
Don't think it's only you who's being tested; the other also gives the same test, just that centre's of examination are different, and teachers are different...so the scoring automatically will be different. And for you to score well, knowing the subject well is the key. Hold this key forever, KEEP DISCOVERING HIM EACH DAY and don't let it slip.You meet people who don't get a proper living...think of them; and your negative thoughts will fly away. Do a good deed everday, do something that makes you happy everyday, and then see what kick start you get . Go for a drive, listen to your favourite music , call the people you love.
Happiness is with you always, it's just sometimes you forget it's existence and look for changes......and that is when you realize that it was the best thing you ever had......And you still have it....IN YOUR SMILE.

Who Observes Whom

It's about a day when I was in a train and was about to
leave for my hometown; when I saw a beautiful woman curiously observing another dame. She was sitting, with all her luggage around her and she constantly looked at
this beautiful dame, as if wanting to know “how beautiful a woman could be”?
Her hair was neatly tied. Her top fitted her perfectly well. Her
jean took the shape of her thin legs. Her footwear took the shape of her
beautiful feet, wondrous, hidden inside. There was this absolute “perfection” around this
dame.
Suddenly her eyes became conscious of another observer and she curled
her eyes towards me; and there went the whistle of my train and it started
moving ahead.
I suddenly realized what was she doing and what was I doing.
She observed that dame in the same way as I observed her.
Her thoughts flew and came and rested in my dome.
I was actually observing her through her own mind and I did so till my eyes could reach.
WE both got busy with our own “observing game”.
I could feel myself closer to that dame through her eyes.

If I happen to meet this woman today.... I would want to tell her how beautiful she
looked that day.

For all the beautiful women in my life.

30.08.06

The Flattened Dog On The Road

We walk past the dead with a blind eye; never realising that it's a living being.We humiliate it's very existence and crush it to death......a hundred times. That living creature that used to live each day to hunt and survive; he gets trampled in one go......and Again... and Again.

I look at this creature whose body parts seem to be indistinguishable --- his eyes seem glued to the earth and his mouth looks disfigured. Flattened by humans, driving their fastest of cars ; he still kisses the earth and feels home. Nobody bothers to give him a sound burial.

A tragic event , and we all cross by ; looking at this dark lump on the road --- IGNORANTLY.

A day will come soon, when we''ll walk past our own death " Ignorantly" and flatten it a thousand deaths ... Again...and Again!!!

05.12.06.

The Bird In My Room

She came unnoticed on her tiny feet. Her gait so profound and a look so amazed. She walked in a few steps while i was glued to my book, when, a shadow of distraction hit my eye. The beauty of black and her red beak made her look distinct. She had the look of amazement for the place she had entered. Another few steps, when she stopped and something came out of her back----Oh, the act of emptying her bowels!!!

She turned around and was amazed at her own creation ( a mixture of black and white ). She tilted her neck on one side and then the other and watched it gravely. While she examined that black and white form ; she became alert of another observer. She turned around and looked at me; afraid of my hugeness; she looked at the open door and flew away --- Scared.

Oh she flew away, but i had to tell her that she left her black and white creation in my room.

23.12.06.

A Journey For An Interview

All set with his cover clad resume’, he started from home before time to make it to his destination. Neatly ironed shirt, well creased trouser and the finest of his shoes made him look fresh. He waited for the bus to arrive before time – for once – and it did. Not much disturbed by the air, he took a seat and settled well with his resume’. He looked at the new advertisement of ‘all clear shampoo’ and wished his hair looked “that” neat. He crossed the flower shop and thought of gifting those flowers to his girl one day --- the day he gets a job. He smirked a little but became conscious, the moment he looked at his folder. Very slowly he stood up (not to forget his finest of shoes), and headed towards his much awaited destination. Walking down the aisle, he thought of recollecting his answers. Positively he looked up in the sky once and entered through the door. He was guided to take a seat and he thought of having water on his way. The much awaited call came at last and his name was called out. He went inside the room and greeted the lady, who seemed to be disturbed by a phone call and the greeting at the same time. As he was instructed to sit (he did that very quietly); he looked at the lady. Getting over with the call, she immediately looked at the resume’ and there came the funniest questions of all, “tell me something about yourself? “That part done (she seemed disturbed about something); she struggled to think of another question. Time over, her judgment visible on her face, she told him to wait outside.

A preparation of hours, for a five minutes’ conversation? He was called again and there he sat in front of the “disturbed lady”. Unexpectedly, she said sorry --- (for not short listing him?) – For not giving much time to him; at the same time a feedback to work upon. The day ended and he again decided to prepare for the next one – for ‘hours’. ‘Good luck’ – he says to himself and is hopeful to crack it the next time – every time.



11.12.06

The Shadow Behind Her Eyes

Her eyes shone bright with gleaming beauty;
She had the zeal of 'self' and 'duty';
the subdued smile waiting to change;
the fear within wanting to gauge.

The fear of life...her past and future;
the zest to learn and change the culture;
the love for life, the hatred for mankind;
the locked door in her open mind.

Inspiration comes and goes like day and night;
but once she gets it, she'll fly away like a kite.
The happiness that she gets in small things;
she still goes on with the sad things in life.

The probability of Yes's and No's in life;
the doubt of "life" getting better in real;
the subdued notorious eyes in hope;
the smile incomparable to happiness in real.

Dreams in her eyes are big and small;
Big is the focus and small is its shadow;
To cope up with the small, the big needs to come sooner;
just in this hope of coping she passes as a loner.

Let's open the doors for those who need us;
let's show her the way of a happy life;
it's not always about " live and let live ";
sometimes it's about live and show life to others.

Lets' help them overcome their suppressed feelings;
and come out with flying colours and meanings;
Let's get the broken teeth together;
and smile away to glory as mankind's mother.

27.04.06

Wish That I Could Fly Away

A bird I am…wish I were a bird,
With wings to fly…a kind I have heard.
I want to fly high and spread my wings,
Be All day and night with friends* and fins*.

Be with flowers where sun shines bright,
Be with the sea where the moon illumines the night.
Be with the forest where wild comes to face,
Be with the wind where this world becomes a grace.

The sound of water is what I want to feel,
The struggle of others is what I want to deal.
The quiet sounds of a forest is a thing to embrace,
To swing with the air is something of craze.

To spend a day with a windmill faraway,
And play with its wings and keep the wind away.
A day with a sunflower and many together,
And understand its relationship with the sun being the mother.

A day with a fish and water as its being,
A tree shadowing the water, and the fish admiring the scene.
A day on the seashore to see the sun go home,
And the waves glittering bright and the raindrops melting in their dome.


*Friends: other kinds of fish.
*Fins: Fish