‘The road not taken’

How important is it for you,

to not let people get inside you,

to abstain them from connecting with you,

shun them from feeling the way you do,

to not let them understand you completely.

For once, stop being an encomiast

and let them taste the truth.

To encourage them to accept the rattled facts

and force them to step out of their delusions.

To set loose the thread of emotions,

emotions connecting them with you.

To help them realize the consequences,

to tarnish the trust they have on you.

Refraining your own selection of words

to help them dislike a major part of you.

To stop delivering the chains of cajolement

and push them to step out of the confounded state.

To enhance their power of rejection

and not let them accept everything about you.

To show them a side of yours,

which is real but is hidden for the better.

To not let them share your joys and sorrows

and obstruct them from associating with each of your moments.

To let them choose their own road

and not be prejudicial even if the incandescence is low.

To turn down the shine at your own will

and let the glory end before it ends.

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‘A genesis to kill’

It chills you up,

it freezes you down.

It derides your stature

And portrays you as a clown.

It obscures your sight with purple haze,

fiddling with your brain as a child plays.

Grim shrugs are all that you’ll be left to wear,

And all this pallor is because of what you fear.

 

It checks your step,

It controls your thought.

It vanquishes over your sanity

And tardily corrodes everything you were taught.

It deludes your focus and annihilates your will,

Being reluctantly involved in this genesis to kill.

Abstaining oneself from the blow of this spear

is impossible unless you aren’t aware of your fear.

 

It enlightens your decision making,

It enriches your skills of judgement.

It activates the obsolete sense of choice

and helps in settling the rudimentary predicament.

It demands attention but lets you have the command

and hinders you from falling by the regular reprimands.

It’ll make you whine but prevent the wastage of your tears,

A man’s character can be revealed by what he fears.

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‘The one who Knocks’

I am the light that guides you the way
I am the beacon that helps you in your stride,
I am the hesitation that doesn’t let you fall
I prevent you from getting soaked in your pride.
I am your impudent companion
even your shadow cannot compete me,
I behold the character you own
I am a bird which can never be set free.
I am the imperishable urge throughout the clock,
I am the one who will always Knock.

I am dissolved in your integrity
destitute from the indelible greed,
I am the product of your inner complacence
maintaining your solitude from the contemptuous creed.
Inches of introspection won’t help you
I am an existence and not just a show,
I terminate your confusion, anxiety and grief
so stop repressing me or else you’ll keep getting the blow.
I am your shield against people’s mock,
I might stay silent but i’ll always Knock.

I can manipulate thoughts and influence decisions
i’ll keep on parenting your repugnant soul,
Even if you desolate yourself from your own league
i’ll somehow show you the tracks up to your goal.
I censor the canvas of your imagination
and hinder the feigns from overpowering your fantasy,
Life is about setting goals and pursuing dreams
and not being volatile for kissing ecstasy.
Engraved within you, i’ll be as rigid as a rock,
because my name is Conscience and i’ll always knock.

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‘The Smoke Theory’

Look, if i tell you something that does not hold any sort of scientific, cultural, mythological, astronomical, emotional relevance with utmost authority and delirious proficiency then it does not imply that I want you to ponder over it. I just want you to read it.

You, consciously or unconsciously keep on doing a number of things throughout the day. Be it the basic domestic priorities, social networking and friendship indulgences, serious professional occupancies, deeds during the leisure or even when you aren’t doing anything like when you walk down the street to fetch something or when you wait for a phone call or even waiting for the delicacies to arrive in a restaurant. Each and everything that can be done always comes up with two options- do it or don’t. Both the options involve their own set of consequences. You have your inclination towards on of them but generally you never completely discard the other one.

You stick to your opinion and perception and do what you wanted which is alright. But the problem arises when you follow the option you didn’t wanted to go with. By doing the latter, you ditch your own opinions and judgement which rise out of your own ears and nostrils as puffs of smoke and cloud in the contiguity of your brain where they were generated( Now this might be the point when you start lamenting this read-out or may be slandering me but i request you to keep calm and just read).

These exhales of smoke as well as the cloud are invisible. The accumulation of these puffs begin from the very age you start to act against your will. Certain situations like you are going down the street and you want to drop a penny in the beggar’s bowl but you didn’t because no one did falls in this category where you went against your will. Or say you are waiting for the meal to be served in the cafe and during this span you came up with a fruitful idea which got dumped with the first sight of the meal. This dumped idea gets accumulated as the smoke and with the passing years of your life, moments like these when you go against your will or ignore a good idea results in the expansion of the smoke cloud. The more you ignore, the thicker and denser does this cloud hovering over your head gets.

The ejection of these puffs doesn’t depend on the nature and tendencies of your opinion and ideas but it only depends on whether you follow them or not.

As the size and density of this cloud grows across your head, the intake of oxygen keeps on decreasing. The oxygen gets contaminated on passing through these clouds and thus brain is not able to make full use of it in generating ideas and opinions as well as in serving its life line functions. Eventually, the intake of oxygen stops your timeline and it comes to an end only because you chose to ignore and dump thus continuously allowing the cloud to expand and hover, and cover your head.

Thus as they say, ‘ Choose wisely, live well’.

‘ Scaling the limits ‘

How far can you go ?

Tracing the path unknown,

unaware of the right direction,

holding the baton of hope,

how far can you go ?

 

How hard can you think ?

to cling onto your superfluous dream,

that was never there to be effectuated,

but you still dreamed it every night.

How hard can you think ?

 

How loud can you  shout ?

the truth that is soaked in your heart,

timorous of being called an impudent orator,

though it can alleviate your nerves.

How loud can you shout ?

 

How vehemently can you hold ?

Someone who never noticed the grip,

the grip that was never applied in the first place,

just because you had excess care of their comfort.

How vehemently can you hold ?

 

How blind can you be ?

Aware of the pernicious nature of the action,

stating the reprimands to be calumniatory,

ignoring the impending outcome.

How blind can you be ?

 

How long can you wait ?

The waiting game is never there to be won.

But still craving for the right moment,

the moment that can spin the fortune.

How long can you wait ?

 

How much do you care ?

The world never waits for your approval.

Breach your principles and just go with the flow,

but Integrity is holding onto them.

So, how much do you care ?

 

How strongly can you feel ?

A mans action is a testament of what he feels.

A feeling once expressed can never be retrieved.

You can only bewilder yourself by ignoring them.

So, how strongly do you feel ?

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‘ The prison of thoughts ‘

Casting the wisdom and ignoring the choice,

Resenting the heart and following the voice.

Knowledge prospered yet the mind got played,

Spirits were high but got eventually slayed.

Buying the precept and preaching what I bought ,

I lay down senseless as a victim of my own thought.

 

I was the layman surrounded by pillagers,

just to accommodate myself amongst the social villagers.

A submissive soul always fits in the middle,

and quest for happiness will always be a social riddle.

The covetous side of me is ultimately whom i fought,

I lay down disgraced as a victim of my own thought.

 

I imagined, I contrived but then i unfortunately cared,

and thus the notion was inconclusively impaired.

The social norms afflict me but its still what i practice,

Afraid of being called delirious, I follow the preconceived tactics.

The impending desires are vain is what i was taught,

I lay down helpless as a victim of my own thought.

Passions crippled and the heart has an emotional drought,

I am a prisoner bound within my own thought.                                                                                                                                   

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I, Rahul Dravid

During one of those leisure conversations with this friend of mine, I told him that the day Rahul Dravid finally retired, i was almost down to tears and these emotions were so intense that i wanted them to be shared and so i would give them a proper language by writing about them but my friend didn’t really resonated with my idea saying that there are  lot better, meaningful topics to be written about which can generate a lot more sense.

Well frankly, his disagreement was quiet a disguised motivation for me and thus the next 22 lines that you might read is all literal emotions inconsiderate of making sense or being meaningful.

A wise man’s fortitude impresses but Rahul Dravid’s fortitude inspires .”

I first saw Rahul Dravid with that willow in the year 2001 which probably was the first match i saw( with interest ).I don’t really remember whether the opponent team was West Indies or Sri Lanka but i do remember what stuck to my mind twelve years ago. It was the presence of this man, Rahul Dravid. I had little knowledge of the team squad those days so i used to ask my Uncle about it and my first genuine information about Rahul Dravid was from him. The statistical records of Sachin Tendulkar, Sourav Ganguly were a lot better but it was Dravid’s personality and intensity that got glued to my senses.

Years passed by and i grew up and so did  my admiration for this man which kept on escalating as the selfless side of this team-man besides his batting skills became a lot more evident. I am least interested in going into any stats and such details here as we already have Wikipedia and  lot of trustworthy sites and articles featuring them.

I remember back in March, 2004 when India toured Pakistan, the series was a very hyped one and my annual exams were coinciding with almost all the matches. I had to watch those matches by bluffing my father that i had full command on the subjects(which i didn’t). My father was infuriated with me for not preparing for my exams and he asked me that why was i wasting my time doing something that could harm my academics without giving anything in return and i was literally blank to have a good reply. All i said was that i just wanted to watch Dravid play and i don’t care about the rest of the match to which my father couldn’t respond(probably because of the insanity of my reply).

The shear personality traits that he possesses like his selfless attitude, sportsman spirit, humility, modesty, conversation skills have always inspired me and i am always trying to incorporate them within me. I always think that even if i could be half as Human as him then i would be a worthwhile member of my society.

Yes, it is heart-breaking for me to accept the fact that the last visuals of Rahul Dravid batting in a competitive match has been already aired and i am not getting to see anymore ever.

Well proper expression of random emotions isn’t that easy so i would probably conclude here by saying that

‘Rahul Dravid may not be the best batsman i have seen but he is the best cricketer.’

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