SUNDAY BASH

A poem written, keeping in mind of a special 'one'. The person is no longer there in my life but the memories are still fresh and harmonious.I hope, staleness never to spread over it and steal away the warmth.
Dedications might be ephemeral but fondness from a feeble corner always keeps the candle of care and compassion burning.So in order to save the candle flicker from the 'storm of practicality' of our speedy generation, a small verse for the black-eyed girl, upon whose shoulder, I did rest once...


Illuminating sunlight, clear blue sky, sparkling lake water and lush green garden came into my sight as I woke up to breathe the serenity of a Sunday morning…

Streams of smoke danced vertically from a cup of hot tea with the newspaper preaching society’s pros and cons

Here the mind of a common man absorbed what it fetches from a nearby well of suggestions and advices.

But it soon got heavy and soaked with pain…

                         

It was just a minute ago when the hands of the clock, the great grandfather’s clock witnessed voices of happiness…

-‘where was it now??’

“There it is” shouted the man in white gown at the back of my mind

 I slowly visualized IT drowning in the sparkling lake water with eyes longing for help

But I had no other option than to sit with folded hands and give a sigh of grief…

Nostalgia sets in…

It canvassed a life full of fun and frolic…a life full of friends

Friends with whom I have witnessed sorrow and joy all day long banging desks

Friends with whom I laughed my heart out

An eyelash flap…and it’s all gone

A piece of paper, pen and the four walls of my room define solitude

Turgid with the sense of dis-satisfaction, failure and cheap creativity

I hold the hands of a girl beaming with cheerfulness

She asked” why are your eyes dull? A world full of happiness awaits you”

I looked toward her to see a pair of eyes beaming with care and concern

Resting my head on her shoulders, I enjoyed the sun setting in the distant horizon…

WHEN THE RAIN STOPPED

The air above feels heavy...

Raindrops play like a circus girl.

My fence was painted last week...

…but the sounds of a broken bell

Ring out over the endless clouds.

Grasses, greener than ever, stare at me.

I look down on the golden floor 

The fan above me moves slowly…smoothly…steadily.

Can I recall the last kiss?

Maybe…or not…but it’s too late.

The sands of a blue sea

Have washed away...long ago.

My eyes don't bleed anymore.

Yet I feel the pangs of a dead horse 

Dashing against my ribs.

The cool winds play a tragic symphony...

Probably like the child who died..

But the world only feels cold.

I start walking..glass shards pricking my feet

The fire has died on the sky

Above the faraway houses.

A white hand reaches out to me,

I can't take it, for fear of touching it.

I walk the endless boulevard, friends alongside.

But why is there a horrible pain

Playing on a thorny violin down my neck?

Yes it is a solo. But I can't help it…can I?

My mind has learnt only to love

The towers of luxury

When I will go to sleep,

A lighthouse will be looking around

Beaming on the seas of solitude.

I only hope every day, that the light 

Never falls on an ugly rock.

But then again..He does'nt let it;

Does He??.....no He does'nt. 

A Message

Hey everyone…

Opened up this blog…a humble try to write about the daily practices carried out in our society. Both evils and goods. The write-ups are a brief description about normal stuff happening around us, but it appeals for a specific thought.

Today, we lead a speedy life surrounded by the world full of machines and technology. The hope of a better future lights up the candle of EXPECTATIONS. And we do have ample amount of opportunities and even assistance, to fulfill it. But somewhere, in the dense fog of competition, the saying -‘expectations is the root cause of all sadness’ gets lost.

The world is actually celebrating the victorious win of social networking, when a son staying outside his country,for work, can’t reach home even at his father’s funeral.

Most teenage couples are street-smart. But, not all. Most of them practice management to the most successful level. But, not all. There is still a percentage in this brisk society, who are reigned by honest-to-goodness, who are reigned by true feelings, who are reigned by thinking only good for others.

The write-ups might help you to think in some way…otherwise just simply read for fun.

And if you like it…please PASS IT ON by sharing the blog on any public forum, whether it be Facebook or google+. Atleast the message can reach out to people and maybe someday, the SOCIETY can start thinking from their heart. Though it sounds impractical and emotional, I just wish to plant some flowers of feelings in a small green patch of the concrete jungle.   Do allow and help me.

A Normal Observation

A healthy relationship thrives on care, compassion, love and most importantly trust.

Our generation is witnessing an era where boys and girls utter the three holy words in a very easy going manner. It’s good in a way. They are smart; to be specific ‘street-smart’ and even aware. Even if they are a bit responsible about their career, they are quite manageable about their affairs.

                                       

As I am an engineer, I am totally ignorant of human psychology. But we all have been gifted with the wonderful felicitation of ‘common sense’ and via this very little common sense; I managed to make out a few observations.

One from the very few, is:-

Girls and boys are actually practicing ‘management’ to a sufficient and successful level, when they are easily moving out from their houses, tactfully managing their parents. And then they enjoy happily with their partner at a movie show, a dinner date or may be a late night party. And I bet …no B schools can actually teach them this.

(The other observations will follow…)

 Now coming to the mentality of all Adams and Eves of the 21^st century.

A specific percentage of the couples are ready to wear on the tag of ‘flirtatious’. They are quite responsible about the fact that they only stick to casual flirting. If emotions flow in by mistake at any instant, they become perplexed. Some try to continue swimming in the fresh but deep water of love, but get drowned easily. Somehow they hold on to a life-jacket and leaving a deep breath they would say-‘I was fine in the field of flirting, how come I ended up in loving someone? Gosh…thank God , I am out of it now’  

Another percentage are the serious ones. Though less in number, they strictly abide by the rule of a full-fledged relationship and never ever do they think of parting ways. As they have set in their minds that no matter what happens, this is the very person with whom he/she will spent their entire  life. Because they become successful in finding out simplicity in the most complex thing in the world...i.e. LOVE.
He might not be perfect. Nobody is. But I can't stay without him/her.
 Like he/she possesses the good qualities, simultaneously he/she might possess the bad qualities too. And then it is the partner’s responsibility to help him/her to curb out the bad qualities and lead a happy life.

But coming to the most HAPPENING ones, the couples-Who promise with all their heart to hold on to their partner’s hand through thick and thin , but eventually escapes in right time with the fastest pace and with a promise never to return again. They are the happy when all the good qualities of their partner shine in the glares of sunlight, They are happy, when in their rough times, the partner strongly hold on to their hands, they are happy to experience all joys of a love relationship, but when a weak quality of the partner rises up to the surface or if a problem is observed, then instead of dealing it in a constructive manner, they become the happiest to simply BREAK UP…without even thinking for a second what her/his partner might undergo.As they are confident, after squashing a heart, that there are far more better options in front of them.
This is how it goes on-Break-Up and Patch-Up, in today's society.

But can everyone survive to have the same heart, the same mental set-up, the same environment around him/her after DEAR LOVE strangles all the feelings???

Give it a thought...