Sometimes we forget the simple joys of life. It takes 44 muscles to frown at someone who has annoyed you. But it takes only 4 muscles to slap the BASTARD…!!!
The petals crush underneath her feet,
Brings memories that are too hard to defeat
The crown of thorns entangle her tresses,
Amidst the thoughts the Chosen One blesses
Hail, my angel! And sleep through the war,
But have mercy and don’t wake up to be the whore
For she will enter the abyss of your pure soul,
Leaving you with nothing but a black hole
Sunlit smiles will be your timeless foes,
As there lie crushed petals of love under your toes
A very wise man once said: “First few days is bad – then gets better. But seriously, you have put faith in this thing and derive strength from it. Every time u touch it – it should remind you that your freedom is at stake. Giving in is a sign of weakness; c’mon – I expected you to be stronger. It’s all about mental endurance. Be it marathon training, a director making a movie, bill gates betting on the latest windows OS or a street side beggar persistently begging every single car – its all in the mind. So next time you give in, its not because your body needed it, it’s because your mind is weak. Honestly, I expect you to do better than that…”
But I wonder if its about being strong, or is it about having the willingness in the first place. Where does strength come from? The will – hence ‘willpower’. But where there is no will how can there be a way? Besides whether I follow it or don’t, this does remind me that my freedom is at stake. It always is, at all points of time, in everything I do. Even now – while following the so-called promise my freedom is infringed. Isn’t it?
Here I am, another week, another day
Wondering, how some more of that time has slipped away
Here I am, just a body, one among so many
That is tossed upon the sands, like a nickel, like a penny.
Why do I try so hard, to break the unbreakable
to hold back what is unattainable
to twist into shape a body that will soon wither away
Polishing colours that too shall fade away.
Why do I despair so? If all that there is to life -
Is just time…time that will soon trickle away.
Knocking at the door,
in the middle of the night,
at half past four
when i switched off the light
came five little goblins
with red satin caps
a basket full of clanging tins
and strange coloured maps.
I blinked hard twice
and pinched
yet could not believe my eyes
I flinched!
Goblins at my door?!?
It shook me to my core!
And then, the eldest spoke!
With his wiry finger did he poke-
“howdy miss, how do you do?
We’re the goblins of the far north
we’ve come to visit you!”
And so they marched in
right upto the den
all five little goblins
with such confidence!
When I rushed back
they told me to calm
handed me some chocolate
and an ache curing balm!
“We read in the papers
you’ve been a little low
this is not caper
to you, this we shall show
we’re your angels in disguise
here to love, not despise
lovelorn maidens we cure
of this you can be sure”
so they wished me night
off they were out of sight
again I blinked hard twice,
and pinched
I could not believe my eyes,
I flinched!
I sat upon the bed
and did all that they said
I chomped on the chocolate
and rubbed on some balm
have I lost my mind
or is this a joke of some kind??
Suddenly heavy lids overcame me
I flopped on the bed
could not think or see
off to sleep I fell dead!
Something that I had read sometime back…
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don’t recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren’t really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job… and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn’t. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you’re doing this because you know that you aren’t a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself… and while winning the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends… maybe it will help someone feel like they aren’t alone in their state of confusion…
We call it the “Quarter-life Crisis.”
Pungent madness…
Sudden theories of anger…
Recluse of pain…
Inertia in thoughts…
Abrupt pockets of sunshine…
Dark shadows of soul…
Bigotry thoughts…
Screaming lies…
Sardonic laughter…
Derisive tears…
Glimmering smiles…
Soulful afterglow…
Lonely walks…
Sorry cries…
Willful psychosis…
Sparks of fire…
Raging retrospection…
Inherent truth…
Bruised blues…
Sweaty palms…
Anorexic feet…
Panging pain…
Crushed emotions…
Bittersweet moonlight…
Howling hormones…
Haunting melodies…
Crucifying past…
Surreal light…
Their pitch was harsh; their sound was weak,
A nest was hidden high.
The woods were full of creature-speak
Ignored by passersby…
A few were round, and some were slight,
Concealed among the trees,
By parents pausing in their flight,
Upon spring’s warming breeze…
A sparrow brave, petite and frail
Once perched with weary claw -
Was swept away by Nature’s gale
And snatched by prowler’s paw…
The kill so swift, his silenced call
A sacrifice for hatch;
And broken wing, to mark his fall,
Lay tattered in the thatch…
The clutch remained in warm domain,
Their flock reduced by one,
To face the harshness and the strain
Of lives they’ve just begun…
The seeds were sown, to take first flight
On wings of bated breath,
Albeit soon, with all their might
Descend the dance of death…
