Process

There is a mystery to this process

go deep into it

& there's nothing like it

what you find in it is

constant toil and no recess

the intricasies associated with it

only escalates with time

and soon you realize it is a tiring ballad

and not just a sweet nursery rhyme

You are sipping your drink

sitting on the beach

suddenly you realize

this aint a beach

its a quick sand

you try to pull yourself out and run

but you are in middle of island

and you try to run

but there is just water

and no whereabouts of land

why is there a process for this process

and why is the process such an unending process

although there is sorrow unlimited

why does everyone

want to be part of this process???

Rise & Shine

I cant tell you how

it really is!!

Its just like somebody

pushed me out of my niche!

Craving for something else

I settled for something else

just like a loser

who assumes never in his life

can he again become a chooser

like the door which open both ways

i was kicked by life and its aides

but wait ....no no this cant be it!

a well lit tunnel??

well who in his right mind expects this!!

its ok i gave the

oppurtunity bus a miss the 1st time

its ok i was in the last

position in the last line

but i'm gonna start

before the start this time

gonna start running

towards success even before

the start bell chime

make the sun envious....

I'm gonna rise and shine!!!!

AUTHORITY

Son asked his dad

Dad what is authority?

Dad replied son its a complicated thing

And you should listen with utmost sincerity

Dad then said

“Its a vice and is thrusted upon us by the society.

Its only safe in the hands of people of people who have morality

It seduces naive people and makes them addict

For the grey hair it is just another thing in their attic”

People are mean in this world son and they always look for an opportunity to exercise their authority

Take my word for it son when used negatively it can cause immense pain and can also bring adversity

Dada went to say

Its like the food chain son

Person with power uses his authority and shows it time and again to the person under him and makes him aware of his position

The recipient uses the same principle and uses it just to prove his position

Dad then said

Son whatever you do not just lie under the sea like a pebble

Stand up to this and be a rebel

Just then there was a gentle tap at the door

And steno uncle came in with a bag full of pulses

“Sir I have got the pulses do you need anything else?”

THE BUTTON

I SOMETIMES WONDER

HOW IN REAL AND VIRTUAL LIFE WE FEEL THE NEED TO START ALL OVER AGAIN

INSOUCIANTLY JUST PUT A CLEAN NEW PAPER IN MIND’S TYPEWRITER AND START TYPING ALL OVER AGAIN

FORGETTING ABOUT THE MISPRINTED,WRONG PRINTED,INTENTIONALLY WRONG PRINTED PAPER

BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS –IS IT REALLY SO EASY??

IS IT SO EASY JUST TO CHUCK AWAY A THOUGHT ,A MEMORY

WHEN WE KNOW CLEARLY THAT IT IS HUMAN TENDENCY TO PLAY AROUND WITH A THOUGHT HOWMUCHEVER BAD IT MAY BE!

HOWMUCHEVER DEEP WE PUSH IT INTO THE STACK IT POPS OUT AND MAKES A GUEST APPEARANCE RANDOMLY

I SOMETIMES WONDER

HOW IF A PERSON COMES INTO THE WORLD WITH A FORMAT BUTTON ON HIM

FORMAT AND GET RID OF ONE’S BETE NOIRE MEMORIES AND MOVE ON

PEOPLE CAN NO LONGER HOLD GRUDGES THERE CANNOT BE ANY CRUEL MEMORIES

THE BUTTON WILL BE DECIDER TO AGE OLD STANDOFFS AND GREAT COLD AND HOT WARS

AND THIS WOULD MAKE SENSE BECAUSE ATLEAST WE CAN FEEL THE BUTTON

AND THIS IS MUCH BETTER THAN THE PREVIOUS GOVERNING FACTOR THE SLIGHT FELLOW CALLED EGO

ALTHOUGH ALL THIS WOULD NOT BE NEEDED IF PEOPLE FORGET EVERYTHING AND JUST LET GO...

BUT I SOMETIMES WONDER...........

Sittin in my chair

reading powerelectrnx rhymes

externals have come near

& my head has hit the table 3 times

pushed i have been always

frequently changed my mind as the indian railways

sleep walked through everything

but not anymore

becoz i can now see the clear thing

engineer you can call me

engineer i never wanted to be

had dreamt of becoming a rockstar

and yes rockstar i wanted to be

heard chad kroeger sing rockstar

and i sang along

everyone came joined us ,and we sang along

the song stopped ,they stopped

but what do i do ?..i meant it

so i sang along

i sang along

winds of change have come

tables of time they have turned

the threshold voltage i have finally overcome

no one can stop me now

no one can hold me back now

i wanna be a rockstar

i wanna be a rockstar

one hand on the fret board

other on the strings

mind focussed only at that image....

now not so far

i wanna be a rockstar

i wanna be a rockstar...

Choices

The voice inside me thickens and grows

It tells me to just choose and follow

But how can I choose….

There are just so many ways

And to be always perfect, isn’t this

What man tries to be always…

Choices haunt me

Choices chase me

Choices leave me with no choice

With choices; cant there be just one unanimous voice

A choice not taken is cowardice,

A wrong choice taken is a mistake,

A right choice taken is necessity,

isn’t this choice thing a sheer stupidity.

We choose a choice and live with it

We don’t choose a choice and repent it

Why has god given us this choice of choices?

Does he want to prove his existence

Or does he wants to exemplify the phrase

“destiny is written by one’s own hands”

Or does he just wants the world

To possess that tiny kink of uncertainty.

These thoughts just push wider the

Circle of my uncertainty.

May be choices decide who we

Are and what is our identity,

But judging a person by his decisions and

Not his deeds isn’t that a pity!

Wise men say we cannot simply run away from choices

They are embedded in us and

Are soldered at all places.

It seems someday people wont have any more choices

But still then…..

They will be left with one

If not any more choices……….

hope's new year

Tired hands have reached the number 12 (365*2) times
and i hear again the continuous mugged up lines
i dont see the reason why people are so ecstatic
have they not looked back in their memory attic
bacteria like success or dinosaur shaped failure
or the last minute hesitation which
turned sweet fruit of sweat to sour
or the small small sacrifices offered to everyone
in form of sweet scented flower
which of these memories to cherish
i surely do wonder
no matter what i write ,no matter what i say
people look happy
and i become curious to know why
they think themselves to be so lucky
i scratch my head,flip through pages,do a to & fro walk down the hall
but to this lock i simply dont find the key
but then i see my diabetic friend
drinking sweet liquids at the juice shop
just to catch the glimpse of
his love on the other side at the bus stop
i look into his eyes and i get my answer
i am lost in its magic and
happy at my sweet surrender
my friends it is a magical thing
and my advice is to cling on to it
because of this people close their eyes
peacefully at night
because of this the green county is
still engaged in the bitter fight
because of this we look up to the sky
and its because of this that once a while
a person sighs 'if i can fly'
because of this people cast their vote
and we eagerly watch astrology forecast and take a note
because of this we wait patiently in traffic jams
and because of this we write exams
success is a slave of hard work
it will definitely follow
when the chips are down ,just keep your heads high
continue your good work and just hope
the last but small end of the process is hope
and the magical word
my friends is HOPE