Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Friday, 19 January 2018

MYSTERY

In silence of the night, I contemplate about
where I stand in life after all these years.
What overwhelms me is that
some things can make you
both happy and gloomy
and while feeling these feelings,
you feel a void.
This feels disturbing because
whatever I have achieved,
be it good friends, career, other life goals
and everything in between;
all of it brings me back to square one
and I feel stuck in the greatest drama
the universe has conspired,
my path leading me nowhere
and this weird interplays in life
still remain a mystery to me,
yet to be discovered and solved.

Friday, 12 January 2018

Comfort

Baby, I found comfort
In your arms.
But, now
It's the music, poetry
And my blanket
With the charms.

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

GONE


Wishful thinking is good unless it distracts you from reality. We have high hopes for everything. Be it career, relationships or other aspects of life, we need to know our pace and potential, have realistic goals and act to make dreams true. Think about how much you have lost in the process of getting something that doesn't matter.

Through this poem, one can consider these thoughts about life where the girl is portrayed as the one with high hopes but can't decide and settle for what's right for her and keeps wandering vaguely.


GONE

I got the moon for you
But you were gone
To find someone new
To get the stars for you.

When he fetched the stars
You were gone
Looking for someone
To bring the sun from afar.

He carried the sun for you
And you were gone
Because now
You wanted flowers and dew.

You went away.
Burnt everything and everyone
On the way.
Leaving us in dismay.

Why don't you stay?
Let's finish the game
You started to play.
I'll get you more if you say.

Until no longer
You ask for more
Because you'll know
That the things you want
Are not what you need.
But now, you won't understand this
Because you are gone.

-Roma Joshi

Monday, 25 December 2017

Colours Of Christmas

He came as Christmas
Dressed in a red knitted sweater,
White pants and a santa cap
Decorated with feather.

He came as a melody
Of the dangling jingle bells,
Swinging into my life
Casting hypnotic spells.

He came as savoury dishes
Of desserts and casseroles,
Feeding me every morsel
While singing joyful carols.

I love how in the shimmering starlight
We kissed, holding each other tight,
With moans and groans, so low,
Under the mistletoe, standing toe to toe.

In between talks and whispers,
He spoke with a voice, so crisper.
Gaining my attention with his endeavour,
He asked me to be his forever.

Friday, 22 December 2017

RAGE

We are not on the same page
Because you are filled with rage.
Get hold of it before it's too late
'cause it'll hold you in a cage
That won't be cleansed with sage.

SUICIDE

She was worried
About all the things that happened
And all the things that were possible.
She hurried
To the places she had to go
Not to the places she wanted to.
She feared
The evil she thought she was.
Not that she was one.
She lived
To fulfil what others demanded.
Not the way she felt right.
She died
Thinking that she was no one.
Now that her soul knows is wrong.

Because suicide is not an option. We don't realize what our life's worth until it slips away. Don't live in constant worry, fear or doubts. They are temporary. There is a constant shift in life. Things always tend to get better. A dark phase wanes and new opportunities are always on the way. Sometimes all it takes is a little hope, a bit more of waiting and a leap of faith. Believe.

Monday, 18 December 2017

A WANDERER

I've run and I am still running miles,
Ascending and descending the potholes, mounds and piles.

I've breathed in the salt from the seas and oceans.
I've got drunk on the cheap liquors and potions.

I've swum across the rivers of great lengths and fathoms.
I've caught and fought dreadful and scary phantoms.

I've danced to the hymns and sung with the wolves.
I've tasted the delicacies from the cities and the woods.

No place to live, every place to go.
I love the journey 'cause it has many faces to show.

I've the nature to ponder and no time to squander.
I've the world to myself and I have a lot to wander.

Saturday, 16 December 2017

THE BEGINNING

Because life is a race, I started to run since I came into existence. It was a tough race with the other millions. I had the least hope of succeeding but I had to make efforts. That was the only job I had to do then, to establish and prove myself. I held on to the path, made my way through tracks of different widths and lengths. It felt like an eternity to reach the destination. All this ruckus to enter a structure that looked like a ball. It was upto the potential of competitors to pave their way inside the ball. Some died on the way. Some were just not healthy enough to take a step. This discouraged me but I kept going. Then came a moment when I broke the walls and entered the so-called ball. I guess I was the best suitor. I couldn't be happier because this fusion was what made me. They say the lady who carried me and nurtured me for nine months is my mother. I could feel the warmth in my first home. It was just a beginning of a new life, a girl to be born.

Now that I have come to this world, seen it for the first time, here you are with a pillow in your hand, covering my mouth and nose, making it difficult for me to breathe. It's sad that the devilish notions of the society overpowered the love you had for me. I was brought to an end before I had just begun.

I was a girl but why do you forget that I won the first race of my life? The race in your womb. I could have won the world for you if you had let me live.

'Beginning.' Let it happen and witness the miracles unfold.

Friday, 11 August 2017

PURPOSE

Thoughts. They are the amazing manifestations of the complex biological neuronal network. The kind of network that is consciously or sub-consciously controlled by you and the kind that controls you. There are these kinds of thoughts that arise when you are ecstatic, when you are enthusiastic, when you have a purpose. Then there are these thoughts that arise when you are lost, when you are clueless, when you feel like you have no purpose. I get both the kinds. Sometimes it is hard to determine what kind of thoughts cross my mind. I guess they are more clueless than I am. But they say that every thought has a purpose.

Purpose! It is the energy that drives people to do things that they think might be incapable of. It forces you to think of various ways that may lead you to fulfil any task with satisfaction. Everyone has a purpose A purpose to love, laugh and live. A purpose to be the way they are. It makes me think. Think about where I had gone wrong. Realization makes me think of various ways. Ways to serve my life a purpose rather than the life trying to offer a purpose and my failed efforts to fulfil it.

I am a wanderer. A wanderer in solitude. The kind of solitude where I am one with myself. I am surrounded by things and people like an island, surrounded by the water. The kind of water that makes you feel sore, that makes you feel gloomy, and the kind that makes you feel sick. This is the island that embraces the roughness and fierce tides that shatters it.

Amidst all the apocalypse, I sit here patiently thinking, re-thinking and over thinking about all the possible things that could not have happened or happened if I had acted differently. My thoughts consume me in a way a nuclear explosion does to miles and miles of land. This whirlpool of thoughts is a nasty thing that never leaves you like your shadow. In this mind palace of mine, I have created vivid angels and demons. It is a land of fairy tales, adventures and a parallel universe. This palace is where shrine and sanctorum are. It is where I wander for the sole purpose of inner joy. They say I am a loner. They say I am self-centred. The truth is that I find it hard to accept the things at the pace they are. I am a learner. I am scared. Scared that the beautiful palace I have built might get shattered. I am a person of simple joys.


And then when I switch off my bedside lamp, I wake up into a mesmerizing, mysterious world. This is where I find my purpose. To make peace with myself and with the world.