Life is Short, Just a Mile!

Life is short, just a mile

Life is a joke, just smile!

Sometimes you put your heart in

And yet, you lose…

Forget it, put your hair down

Footloose!

Sometimes you do nothing

And victory walks your way

Accept it with grace

Dance to the tune, just sway!

Sometimes your heart beats vehemently for Her

And one day She comes alone with you, says “I like your friend”

Just smile and make way for them

There’s one for everyone they say, this is not the end!

Sometimes She’s just another friend to you

And then one day She says, “I love you”

Just Hug her and say, “Thanks but I don’t think I am the one”

“You deserve someone cooler, someone more fun!”

Some of these moments may seem quakes today

They may seem to burry your dreams

But remember, quakes and burials create diamonds

For small twists and turns, don’t stop your streams!

Years later when you’ll look around

These moments will create a laughing sound

Most of the times, there’s little you can do

Perform your duties at best, live fundoo!

Life is short, just a mile

Life is a joke, just smile!

The Happy Prince.

A Poem

A poem is not merely a rhyming line
For a moment, it makes me yours
And you, mine..

It doesn’t just state “me”
Or that “I can express”;
It says “Listen to me, I can’t suppress”

It isn’t just a statement
Or a list of emotions
It’s a feeling…
To be felt and summoned…

It’s not my reflection
Or me
It has its life in different forms…
For thou and for thee..

It’s special every time you read it
It’s just for you and just for me
For those who don’t relate to it,
Its sheer cacophony!

A poem is not merely a rhyming line
For a moment it makes me yours
And you, mine..

The Happy Prince

Death

You think you matter?

I give you a dare!

Picture yourself dead

Think how many will care!

What will be the things said?

How long will they go?

How many will smile?

How many will woe?

I tell you, all will gather

The worst off will be your mother

Two or three will cry

Rest of them will come for your father

He is the one who needs consolation

How else will they get their promotion?

People will say

“He was a nice boy.

What was his name?”

This is the truth, its not lame!

And the people you call your friends!

They will call or visit to keep their shame.

“Oh! We sat with him in the class

And all that time pass!

He was so boring, wrote poems and all!

Off our backs! Once and for all!

And the women he irritated!

I swear, for this moment they waited!”

And they will go about their daily business

Telling people about your room and its mess

The long hair you kept

And sometimes your room unswept.

No one will talk of your dreams unfulfilled

No one will care it was natural or you were killed

After your father, no one will take care of your mother

Trust me, no one will bother!

Welcome to reality and it’s a jungle here,

Except by will, no one is bound

Whether you exist or not

The world goes round!

Take care of yourself and people who love you

The days of your life and such people

Both are few!

The Happy Prince

Legacy

A man is what he thinks.
His word is a record of his thought.
A record is a memory.
Memories can be passed on.
What is passed on is a legacy.

My words are who I am.
My words are my legacy.

The Happy Prince

Some...

Some emotions are beyond words
Some skies are beyond birds…

Sometimes we must just lie down and feel the sky’s vastness,
Sometimes we must just feel each other’s presence, in silence…

Some defeats are more precious than big wins,
Some sorrows are dearer than joyous times…

First small shaky steps are more difficult than final confident but dangerous strides,
Scary roller coasters are safer than real life’s rides…
Some realities are better as dreams,
Some silent, dark, deep, mysterious wells give more peace than fresh, clear, melodious but noisy streams…

Sometimes you love straight roads, you don’t want them to end or bend,
There are some poems you just don’t want to end…

The Happy Prince

The Prayer

Nobody like me was ever born.
Nobody like me will be born.
I am the finest.
I am the Best.
I am the past.
The future.
I am the Beginning.
I am the End.
Who care's what they think!
I truly believe...

I AM THE LEGEND!

Success Revisited

There was a time I dreamed of an expensive royal car, a posh large comfortable house and all such imaginable luxuries. That was the time I used to think all those were the things men worked and lived for. An important part of the meaning of success for me was to be able to afford the best and the most expensive.

These days I wake up in the bathroom. I mean I sleep on the bed but the moment I wake up, even before I open my eyes, I am in the bathroom, fishing for my brush with one hand, fishing for the geyser's switch with the other and at the same time trying to protect my eyes from the early morning glare. There are times you find yourself brushing your teeth sitting on the pot. Needless to say I do all this because there isn't enough time to do this all at their own pace. I wake up at 8.30 and I have to be in the office by 9.15!

I believe and consider myself to be one of the privileged few in this world because I love my work. In fact, at times, I feel sad at the end of the day because I have to quit something really interesting I am doing and return home and I badly wish, may be I could get to the bottom of this before returning. But I can't, the peon has to shut the office :(

It is on my walk home that I have the time to look at and admire the beauty of things around me. To feel the evening breeze on my face and the twinkle of glowing golden lights in my eyes. This walk are the most cherished few minutes of my day and though I want to reach home soon, I want this walk to last as long as I can make it last and so, I drag my feet and enjoy every moment of it. Trust me, this is the time of the day when I pity people who ride cars. Poor rich people, they can never enjoy this walk.

Couples are sitting, cuddling each other. I love to see the expression on their face. How happy they look, satisfied just to be with each other. I wonder how cute and treasure-some these moments they spend with each other must be and smile at my thought. Sometimes in these couples or outside one of the 5 star restaurants I spot a made up damsel. For a moment I become jealous of her possessor and wonder whether I will also possess someone like her someday. But its only for a moment because the next moment I wonder whether spending the most treasured few minutes of my evening with a woman I hardly know in an expensive restaurant just because she is beautiful, worth it? Is that dinner, no matter how expensive, going to have the taste of the dinner my mom has made at home and is waiting to eat with me? That dinner with my mom are the only 15 odd minutes I get to spend with her, I don't think I would trade them for this.

And with these and similar thoughts, with a satisfaction of having done something worthwhile with my day I return home tired, just to spend those 15 minutes with my mom before I go sleep. Its only an internship and I am not even getting paid right now, but please answer my question, what else is success?