Those trendy jeans with adorned holes?
Or torn rags that embellish the kitchen chores?
That arrogant corn which reluctantly pops?
Or the heroic efforts that shot him to the top?
Those orotund adjectives which nobody reads?
Or the bland creation without those beads?
That ugly stare from the adjacent creep?
Or an unspoken desire of a weird sheep?
Those revengeful eyes that refuse to close?
Or the pangs of grief that withered up the rose?
That lady who lost her honor in yet another heinous act?
Or another gimmick with a calculated tact?
Judgement is the need!
No one’s certain
Which way it should be.
‘Cause the light
It mostly accentuates one way.
While the other one
Like a mean shadow,
Thinks of itself as a
Self righteous day.
I was absent!
‘Cause the realist
‘Cause the patterns
And the end
Meanwhile, I was dreaming!
For the bizarre
Were absurdly humorous,
For the labyrinths
Were beautifully paradoxical,
And the end
Was just another tiny comma,
Streams found their ways in layers,
Walls tried to look mystically humane.
The ecosystem rejoiced in symphony,
As I thanked the November Rain!
Amidst the snowflakes we could really feel,
Around the little hearts we could clearly see,
Among the chirps we could easily hear,
We would be dancing without any fear.
Oblivious to those blindfolded eyes,
Unbeknownst to the balance she holds,
Far from the streets of right and wrong,
We would be dancing without a song.
Above the labyrinths engraved in sand,
Above the fences hiding in the air,
Beyond the revered land of columns and rows,
We would be dancing amongst highs and lows.
Far from the rhythms of yes’s and no’s,
Far from the whispers of laws silly,
Far from the world of “them” and “us”,
We would finally be dancing
As you and me.
Falling on the head
Like fierce raindrops.
Like a slinky on the top.
Travelling to and fro
From molecules to the space.
Taking intricate snapshots
From place to place.
Waiting to reveal
The stories unearthed.
Like an innocent child
With an unending thirst.
But the master!
He closes all the windows
To shield the child?
And then makes silly innuendos
Keeping those stories mild.
The innocent screams
Become mannered talks.
And the child tamed as a captive.
Well! That’s the way people flock.
Hello everybody. I hope everything’s awesome. It is a real pleasure to be awarded the “One Lovely Blog Award!!” by this super talented blogger Krati Arora who paints life using words. For me, every post on her blog adds another new word to my dictionary. Do visit her blog, for you should not miss something like this. Thank you so much for the nomination, Krati. 🙂
So, I need to state 7 things about myself. Though, I’ve already mentioned similar stuff on a different post, I’ll do it again and will try not to repeat stuff. I hope I don’t bore you (Fingers Crossed).
- I have recently started cooking just out of necessity, and I think I’ve got kind of good at it. One thing’s for certain :- I enjoy cooking now as it gives me ample opportunity to experiment! 😛
- I have watched thousands of movies till date (hollywood+bollywood+”otherwood’s”) but I haven’t watched “Sholay” yet. I know, I know!!
- I consider myself a “Jack of all trades and master of none”. Seriously!
- Most of the times I write, I end up writing something I hadn’t planned because there are n number of things going on my mind in one moment (where n approaches infinity) 😛
- I love bubble wraps so much that it is the main reason why I started buying books online. I realized later that they are cheaper online (most of the time). Weird, isn’t it?
- I was one of the most awkward kids at school, often sleeping in classes and getting punished.
- I want to see Kerala, Kashmir & Pakistan before I die. There are other places too, but these are at the top.
These were 7 random facts about me. I hope you enjoyed the post because I did. It was really fun writing this. Now, I need to nominate people, which I can’t do. So, I nominate everyone who is reading this post. Do it because you’ll definitely enjoy it.
Here are the rules:-
- Write a post to accept this nomination.
- Thank the person who nominated you and mention their blog link.
- List 7 things about yourself.
- Mention the links of the blogs you further nominate.
- Notify the recipients of their award.
- Post these rules again.
Waiting for the answers. Thank you so much. Be safe and have fun!! 🙂
I was given a pair of shoes as a gift.
For me, they were a perfect fit.
A new found happiness for a child unrestrained,
Rejoicing and dancing, as if heavens just rained.
Adorned they were by a few holes in them,
From where the colors of sunshine peeped in.
Uncomely they were for the eyes outside.
But for me, they were nothing less than true pride.
I could walk anyway I wanted
Ebullient, I was the least daunted.
But those shoes, they defied society’s yardstick.
And so I discarded them for a “fancy” pick.
I walked the way I was taught.
Even when I was clearly fraught.
My countenance did betray the thoughts within.
But I was not the one to give in.
Following a toy soldier, I tried to stand undefeated.
Carrying the load I was clearly heat treated.
But never did I lose my sangfroid.
Even when I was awfully annoyed.
But now after all these civilized years,
And all these unperturbed tears,
I yearn for those tattered shoes,
Which aptly taught me the ones and twos.
So when you see my composure wail,
Or when my steps are frigid and frail,
Remind me of my tattered shoes,
And I’ll be dancing and singing the blues.
‘Cause I’m sure I can pay all my dues
When I’m truly in my own tattered shoes.
A 7 year old raped brutally.
The students beaten mercilessly.
Crores laundered in the scam.
And democracy is now a sham!
Religion, a reverent affair.
Is now a sacred weapon.
Regularly fired in the air,
Its bullets, claiming tons.
And naivety is not more than a facade.
With everyone playing equal parts.
‘Cause the decent naives,
Are meditating in their graves.
The leaves are withering.
And the birds have flown.
But things are burgeoning.
As our society has “positively grown”.
I’ll write an honest account,
Of things that always haunt.
But where is my pen?
Oh! I forgot!
It belongs to “them”.
Wish water was always calm,
And the sky was always blue.
Wish a smile always meant happiness,
And words were always true.
Wish a veil could show
What it really hides.
And the walls could speak
The secrets they confide.
Wish red always meant a sweet rose,
And not the images of gore and blood.
Wish nature always implied a beautiful cascade,
And not the images of landslides and flood.
Wish A always equaled A
And B always equaled B.
Then I guess, we all could see,
How beautiful this place can be.
Raise your head up,
And repeat after me.
“All along we go
Fueling the piper’s spree”
Leave your reasons behind,
And bring your manners along.
Just nod your head,
And sing the piper’s song.
And fake glows.
Clap your hands,
And enjoy the show.
Try to leave the herd,
And make your own way.
Before you know,
You’re in for another piper’s play.
In the end, they will say,
It was all a game.
We avoided failure
And got the “fame”.
But, what is failure?
And what is fame?
Or just pawns of the game?
Till then, just nod along.
Sing the piper’s song.
And repeat after me.
“I am proud to be free!”