Life - It's like the air we breathe.

To live, you need "air".
It's as simple as that.
No love, no money.
Only about health, you care.

Do we really love?
Or just fascinated by the idea?
Or is it about lust.
Or the insecure dove?

Poverty and loneliness
Is by choice.
Find your trampoline.
And rise above restlessness.

In the end,
Only words stay.
Your actions are always forgotten.
You gasp the air making the death sound.

You, The Man!

Waking up to the pain on your face.

Stand Up! You have the world to face.

Pull up your structure and move.

Today again you have yourself to prove.

 

Patience and Perseverance are your friends.

Don’t get involved in obsolete trends.

Don’t sit in a room and ponder.

Make your real friends to wonder.

 

Be a man, not shame.

Pride and Respect is your fame.

Apply Smile to wounds, gently.

It only matters what you do, currently.

 

Words, said, read will go away.

Actions will pave the way.

Don’t just show off.

Inspire yourself, get a belief.

 

Brainstorming is your profession.

Make work your avocation.

Make your ideas palpable.

And you are the man, most able.

To My Creator

I don't remember anything from Chicago.
But I do remember the school interview.
I ate 3 candies and didn't tell you anything.
More of a silent kid on the go.

Some dialogues I remember
That made you laugh
"Koi kanooni karwahi ho jaegi?"
Family's youngest member.

I took a bath and then u said,
"This sweet is not for the youngest kid"
I stood so sad and depressed.
Your pranks are now all read.

"Ek baar mara tha jab Palshant aya tha"
The cutest things I uttered.
Your sweet love and innocent me.
But yes "apne mujhe kabhi nahi mara tha".

Thank you for saving me from my teacher.
"Ankhein thodi thodi band rehti hai"
Oh you saved me from hell that day.
And now I am a little mature creature.

The way you stood by me
Through all that horrible pain.
You always made me laugh.
I survived , all you benevolent deed.

Yes sometimes I surprised you.
I turned a little loquacious.
I had different personalities at different places.
But I was one and the only one for you.

You are so funny, cool
Understanding, loving
Caring and hilarious
When you make me look like a fool.

Even if there were more alphabets
And more words in all the dictionaries
It won't ever be enough
To express my feelings or the unpayable debts.

Sometimes I may not understand you,
I am sorry for all the rude behaviour.
I am honoured to be your son,
You are my rock, I just miss you and only you.

Crazy Virtuality : Reality

Entering the virtual world.
I see my hometown.
Hr hot DP and my face.
I optimistically dream of being curled.

The act of desperation.
The consequence of single hood.
Th voices of the other brain.
Then the real interaction.

My shady looks, her warm self.
Road trip to our hometown.
Hours of wait, finally paying off.
A "bouncy" happy journey for myself.

Some chaat plans.
Some scooter rides.
Some ice creams.
Some 2 membered clans.

But something was too good to be true.
Something was just not right.
Something was itching.
I didn't know, but I was shrewd.

Somehow I had become the centre.
Somehow the vertices were connected.
Somehow the love triangle consumed me.
Somehow I was to be the exterminator.

I was supposed to put an end to the game.
I was supposed to be the jury.
I was supposed to do the right thing.
I was supposed to hide her shame.

The phone calls went crazier,
The demands were unjustified.
The crying was uncomfortable.
The attention went lazier.

It was asking for an end.
The delete button got bigger.
The block link even bigger.
With hope, all left for time, to mend.

All Strings Attached

Passion or just plain bragging intentions.
Everyone has the right.
Single or multiple motives.
But ,yes, definite inductions.

It's a healing patch of the heart.
It's an avocation of the leisure.
It's the life of a rockstar.
Yes you know it, it's a guitar.

Looks can be changed but not art.
Time can change it's shape.
But not the strings.
You can change but can't fall apart.

Sacrifices are always called for.
Fingers gets bloody.
Broken nails down the road.
Some noises eventually abhorred.

Music is like a plant.
More the manure,
More the fruitful, attractive sounds.
With time, the skill becomes a nation's chant.

Collaboration is the union.
With great vocal chords,
The energy touches the soul.
Just like a school reunion.

With tuning exact.
With accessories,
With shapes.
Beauty becomes real from being an abstract.

The Torch Bearer

Disappearing into the light,
The man has walked his path.
Followers have lost track.
Now they'll fight their own fight.

Some clan up to influence others
Some stand their ground.
Some tread back to history.
One carves innovation unlike his brothers.

Some lead by virtue, wisdom and ethic
Some observe and learn and then lead.
Some adopt obsolete methodologies.
One, leads by belief, brick by brick.

The bigger the crowd
More difficult to rise.
Courage is a necessity.
The nomad's vision is loud.

one's a leader
when two's a crowd
and three's a nation
then the world's cleaner.

Innovation shall never die.
Innovation is in demand.
Innovation is bought.
Plagiarism says goodbye.