Friday, June 19, 2009

Myth of beauty

'Plain Jane'
ordinary looking girls
have to walk an extra mile
Need to smile more
Be more kinder
More compromising

While the world tell us
and asks us to believe
that beauty lies within
and not in skin
Still, we know the reality
that
While others have beauty
We need to develop
a 'character'
We need 'talent'

Then one in among of us
like Susan Boyle
Stands up to perform
While being ridiculed
Then, a silence follows soon after



Thursday, June 4, 2009

Story that ended without an ending

A story

Never written

Never completed

Ended without an ending

Lingering effects

Sub effects

Constant searches

In faces

In feelings

In a mask

Sometimes

featuring in between dreams

fading in obscurity

but yet something potent

a dream of 'impossible'

is what makes it alive

Boundaries of friendship

This is dedicated to one deviant soul, the way I see her. Despite your flaws, despite my flaws. Despite the gaps, despite the spaces, despite the 'edicts' of society, we are still friends.

Friendship
is always defined
in such a glossy terms
'friend in a need'
Inspiring
Motivating
But friends,
like us are far from perfect
They are not always nice
Sometimes sarcastic
Hurtful
We judge them
They judge us
Through lenses of cynicism
codes of morality
rulers of social norms and values

There are some friends
who never ever
reach the core
there is something
always on the way
Not enough meetings
Not similar personalities
Boundaries
lot of cross over

Friendship also has lot of layers
We say it takes time
to grow, to blossom
to mellow
and perhaps to die

We categorize friendship
'best'
'hi hellos'
'occasional'
And there are few 'instant' ones
In a moment, in a way
On a way to travel
Then, gone !
We never keep in touch
We never talk
But it is there
Perhaps it is the 'illusion'
of the moment
That keeps on cherishing
Wanting to make few more memories

Some friendships
are stories of broken bond
Forgotten times
and wishes
and sad memories
which we never revisit and
reclaim
We never dare to say sorry
or I was wrong
But we prod along
High and mighty
judging them from superior airs
Some defiant brave soul
When they break the taboo
When they do not conform
I pay tribute to one
special deviant soul
Who dared,
I remember you as a defiant
Whom I admire
Whom I dare 'not to be'
I want you to know
That though there have been gaps
and paces
and spaces
and now boundaries
I wish, we had been friends
I still hope, we are

Monday, June 1, 2009

Who is the real teacher

This poem is dedicated to my son Shubham. He reverses the way I see parenting. I see that the children are great teachers. They take us back to childhood and urge us to shed off our self importance and ego. They truly teach us importance of love. They teach us how to love without a reason, without expectation

I am confused
who teaches whom?
On one hand, I stand
with 'worldly wisdom'
with the 'harsh' realities
of this violent world
On the other hand
is my son
Still pure
Untainted
Free
Innocent
Full of trust
Love
Devoid of scepticism
Without pretence
Without 'ego'

I pretend to be teacher
To teach him
What is bad?
And what is good
I answer his endless
Questions of 'what is that'
He never asks 'why'
Coz, his world is still free of logic
And reason
It’s all about emotions
Instinct
Sixth Sense
He is still close
To divine
Close to earth
He is still grounded

So, who will teach whom
I wonder
Who is the real teacher?
Me, being so disillusioned
By the world
Me, so lacking trust
Me, so full of 'ego'
And self importance
Or you still pure
Untarnished
Unblemished by the cruel ways of world.

When you smile
It comes within
It is not stuck in between lips
Just to show
You do not expect anything in return
when you hug me
You still live in happy world of imagination
Where elephants fly
Lions speak
Full of Chocolates

And Fairies
Sometimes, demons lurk in between
There are 'bad men' too
You know that
But you believe that good always wins

Perhaps we both come halfway
And teach each other
You will learn some harsh realities
I know
But yet never forget the
World of dreams and imagination
You teach me how to smile
straight from heart
To shed off my ‘ego’
And most important of all
To love without expectation