Commotion of Emotions

The luxuries we hold today, Will become necessities of tomorrow; All the battles we fight - will someday, Return to us, what they have borrowed. A tear in the eye, A glass of wine in the hand; A bucket of truth and a pinch of lies, Are all guiding us towards the end. But the end should never be palpable, For it is sad for life to have an end; The end's purpose should only be to make us able, To live, laugh, lose and defend! And that is what we are striding for, Yes, you and me - A relation so simple and pure, But is so hard to achieve. For the world has been made uncomfortable, By the likes of people who question not its nature; But are they, or are we living in fables - Of our collective minds and of individual statures? But worry not, we are in this game together, We are here to win hearts: And break them free from the tether - Of pain, society and distraught. We are one, And one is all that we are; So love

What it takes - To win a man, Is not swords, tanks and pistols, Or mortar shots on brick walls. It is not about defeating his will, Or turning his whispers into shrills; Breaking his bones will not help, Numbing his senses will not help. And don't you think you can win - His heart by a grandeur celebration; Or bringing many more together, And partying every occasion! He will not be won, By all that is shown - To impress, but express So much with jubilant grace. Indeed that is the way, Close to what a woman would say: "I need not your riches, your power, your wisdom; All I want is to calm this esoteric storm!" "I am not affected by sporadic events, But little things that help me vent; All the feelings that I have in me, Under the moon I want to breathe freely!" And it is not so different, Than what a woman would say; All a man wants is to be heard, And his hair gray - Be filled with memo

                     While life goes on tumbling, rising and reverberating in chaos, there is a strong urge to fit our actions into bins that do not change. I do not know where this urge comes from, but people have defined rules for life that must not change with chaos - their morals! It is a brave thing to do, so not many people do it. People who don't, flow like sheep in flood, un-attending to their thoughts unpopularised by their lack of opinion. But on the other hand are definers of stark boundaries of lucid constructs - Justice, equity and freedom! The society only allows a certain stigma of the latter and so to pass on, some non believers wear these opinions like their own. That is where the problem lies - opinions unbacked by facts and reasons. The problem becomes a mountain when several such people simply paste 'their' opinions to different cases without realising their origin. For example, stealing from a person is bad - everyone nods their head; but is

Every step that I take, Leaves its mark on the sand; So when I turn to look back, I know where I stand. The journey seems ordinary, Nothing different from the mundane; It is only when I pause to zoom out, I see it from end to end. From hatred for curries - To eating all that I could find; To hating a few again, I have left a lot behind. But weight must be shed, In order to move ahead - To the vibrance that the world has to offer, To all that breathes but isn't dead! These moments of gradual calm, Spruced with spikes of erratic temperaments; Are to be honoured just as much, Even if they fill you with fear and laments. And so I understand that life happens to us, When we voyage out in its search; And everything that we ought to find, Has always been inside us. It is like a reckless horse, Designed to dash straight, And you must put all effort to nudge it - At times before its too late. How gradual ar

It is no different than when - I open a box of chocolates. Put my hand out to grab one, But my mouth ends up with at least ten! And so I wallow in guilt, Post a treat of cocoa, sugar and more; The chocolate always decides, Whether I snigger or sob under my quilt. How uncanny is the likeliness! Of memories and of chocolates; When one does not know the other, Except maybe when you stress. And so like the other day, I lingered in the alleys of my past, Plucking out memories one at a time, Overwhelmed by what they had to say. I hugged one tight, And inconspicuously escaped the other; Carefully sieved my joyous moments, And the ambiance turned warm and bright! But oh! What a blunder! Sieved thoughts had grown to what they were - A mix of ecstasy and horror; They bombarded me with shame and wonder. That is when I realized, Why one chocolate does not suffice. For they aren't discrete units of life - One cannot be love

A mismatch of caste, colour or creed - Never stops them; Hunger, lust or greed - Is not from where they stem. Either revelry of a won bet, Or celebrations of an enlightened state. Their love and joy can't be regressed, Against what is and what is not great! They solder onto you when they are made - A process over play, fights and dry bread. Never to be detached over your life, Never to be cursed, never afraid; What is life without them? Oh! What a relief, they do not come with an end! A soft cushion of madness, laughter, vex and mess, Oh! What a relief, to live with friends!

Out of all the thoughts I have, Arises a feeling I don't understand. Keeping me at bay - at the congenial end Of hope, passion and misguidance. I know not the convolutions that make it happen, But realise every memory's stance. But I know not to keep it in fence, Every fragment of my mind shrieks in dissonance. Sometimes the rumble of thunder in a meadow, Sometimes the endless silence that grows, Haunts me into this distraught lore, Of fallen respects and shamelessness galore. But 'tis all an encounter of chance? That steals me away from myself at every glance, My legs, my roots, my finance - And skips me from trance to trance. What should I care? What does it matter? In a sky of endless stars - My thoughts are a mere scatter! A scatter that few care of, A scatter that cares for a few; Lost in its own words, Somewhere between the old and the new. And so I am awake, always in confusion - On a fork

Rainman! Rainman! Make it rain. Tear my heart and Wash away my stains. Rainman! Rainman! Where have you gone? The heat is abrasive, And I've waited for too long. It happened when he believed, It Didn't when he didn't. Some said it was God's wrath, Some, a product of his sins. Disdained he sat under a tree, With eyes drowned in misery, He looked all around, Not a green in sight, Not a bird in sound. It had been years, He blamed himself for all; Not a drop to drink, Dried stood the waterfall. Rainman! Rainman! It is not your fault. Clasp your hand in prayer, Get this heat to halt! Rainman! Rainman! The ground can offer water no more. The crops have dried, wise men fight, Your powers have become a lore! He clasped his hand in prayer, Like yesterday and the day before; He swung out his trident, And danced till his feet were sore. I do what you ask for, No, I do so much more; Why

                 Life under the sea is beautiful. So calm and quiet at times, muted against the world outside; faraway from the din of the boisterous city, faraway from the extremities of the human world. It is buffered with all that one can desire – life, peace and meditation. Self-reflection and the ability to feel the importance of every breath – something that has long been lost from the world above. The world above has been growing faster, approaching a black that few care to think of, while the palace of blue below has remained steady. The world above has chained you to the ground by gravity, limiting your freedom, only aiding the imagination, while the world below has no limits, taking imaginations to a deeper level. But all of it comes at a cost. So mesmerising is the beauty of the world that does not belong to us, that we are often tantalised by it. And when immersed in the beauty that cannot be matched, it takes away your desire to breathe until your reflexes kic

Fly me to the moon, I have lived here long enough. I need a greater perspective, Of the mighty mountains and the seas rough. I have sequestered the courage for long, I have put it up in rhymes and songs; The fuel- the words have just been enough, So I walk to you, I stand up! Look! The launchpad so dynamic and vibrant, Through successes and failures I have found it. Now I sit upon, my eyes to the moon, I'm here; you're here; we'll be off by noon! The earth so jealous, I'm leaving it away, But it doesn't realize how close it is to me; For only here did I find my way - When I stumbled onto you, across the alley. Now the voyager is ready - it is bursting its fuel, I sit fingers crossed; I have experiences new; In awe and scare, I look ahead, a shiny piece of glass! And in the shine of the glass: I see you! So I am no longer afraid, as the rocket takes to life, I'm thumping my heart, the moon seems s

Leaves will fall, Clouds will disappear, People will go, And all will change; But the road will remember. One will see a part of you, Someone else another; One will stick to you freely, One will detest your philosophy; But the road knows you all. You have been striding with some, You have been limping with others; Crushing souls nonetheless, Quarring for silver in pockets of amber. The road has seen you in all. Sometimes you may remember what you've done, Other times, misguided by your actions; Backed by thoughts of a deteriorating mind, But to the road its all the same - It lies unaltered through emotions in time. So you may not understand, Nor be understood, Through words ambiguous, a mismatch of thoughts - Around the bent in the undergrowth, On the road to somewhere. It is not a friend, It is not a foe, It is not stained by your actions, It is not moved by your words, Its a spectator free from the shack

Born as clean slates, Fit to a tiny space; Written upon by family, Defined node of a tree; On clean floors we learn to walk, Kept locked are the duster and chalk; And we are defined by our families, 'till the day we learn to talk! The flawed words help define and connect, To hearts that speak a different language, And the pursuit for better connections, Keep redefining our equations. How different are we then, From equations that we pretend, Lack awe and vision; Aren't we through variables and constants driven? What makes life different from experiments? That feed back as loops and trends, Updated through miniscule events, Involving strangers and friends. And so hard do we try - To keep the two sides in balance, But in time, new key elements - Rise to change our constants. And so equations change, As we live through our days; How we are seen, Pivots around the time we live in! Yet in a community