For the faint of heart

Start a project like this and daily thoughts and feelings are recorded for you forever. But is this something that you would want? Do you want to remember the days when hardly anything happened? Do you want to record every single day when you tried to think deep thoughts about the weather or write witty poetry? Think about it, this is not photography. This is not just an act of clicking a device when even pointed in an arbitrary direction generates an image worthy of oohs and aahs. So writing is going to be you capturing monotony, running out of ideas repeatedly and shrinking in your seat thinking of the trash that has been written in a predictable rhyme the previous day and the day before that and the one before that...

Are you ready to face the truth about your lack of originality? Are you willing to write out the best of your thoughts on blank canvas literally everyday of the year and then have your worst, most cruel critic look it up the next day and judge you for it, be unhappy, throw epithets about being the most boring blogger on the internet? You better be, because this person is you and there is no escape from you. You better realize this before you start and stop if you think you cannot take it.

If you have gone through these questions thinking that you can take it, it is easy and don't know why I am fretting so much... This exercise is not for you. If these questions scare you and make you feel uneasy, take this project up. You will ask/feel/hate/judge, but it will be one of the most liberating feelings ever felt.

I shall

Somewhere in the world
Friendless and forlorn
You wait for a helping hand
In my day, you shall have it

Impatience

Time stretches slowly
From nights into longer days
Still no spring flowers

Wicked weather

Summer taunts me

from its warm vacation place

Winter laughs in my face

 

Cat Call

White patch over his eye
I would've named him Patchy
Had he been mine
The wily graceful feline

Maiden of the night sky

Like a long lost friend
She makes my face light up
I look adoringly up at her
And the very sight warms me
I admire her for long, I sigh
At beauty that glows down at me
She calls out to the poet inside
And a tune pops in alongside
The moon she is, ladies and gents
The subject of my love song

Lessons

The longer you wish for it,
The longer the night seems
As you long and yearn for it
There is no sign of sunbeams
There is the shadow of darkness
 in every utopian dream

But stuck in this long night
I ask you quite simply
What is life if you don't
Hope and love deeply
Night and day are but a cycle
Just as I repeat to you, what you taught me

Will you spare an idea?

I look to you for some inspiration
Give me some fuel for a fire
I am going to start a revolution
I have but one desire
What I need is a direction
And a small bit of a clue
I can find my destination
And redraw the maps anew
So do a bit of thinking
And share if you have a spark
The amber light's ablinking
And engine's about to start

Will you spare an idea?

Reach out, draw in

Webs of lies woven
ready to be spread around,
ready to ensnare

Outside and in

When push comes to shove

The wind blows your head right off

Inner turmoil's matched

The girl who chucked the plan

A routine
Like an oiled machine
It's a boring scene
And she knows it
Haphazardly
And happily
She is lazy
But she'll do it

In you, through you

I'll paint you a picture

With a sweet string of words

I'll make you live that dream

If you breathe in with me

You will smell the divinity

In delicate flowery perfume

You will close your eyes and see

Beautiful sights inside and out

Fragrance that fills rooms and hearts

Such is the power of my brushstroke

I'll paint a picture with words

But it will come to life in you, through you

Let go

Breathe deep and let go
Monsters are just dust bunnies
That grow in your head

Picturesque Words

Let me paint a picture
with nothing but words
This canvas stretches out
plain, clean, untouched and open
for me to sully with inky thoughts
Dark, disturbing, persuasive and blunt
Or for me to decorate fondly
With pastels, sun drops and smiles
Let me paint a picture for you
And you can read it the way you want to

Disappearing act

Fleeting memories
Linger a while,then vanish
Like wisps of grey air

Where

Where does my inspiration come from
From the blue skies
From sunsets
From star light
And everything else
Where do my words come from
From your words
From you

Fools rule!

Irrational behaviour

makes the world go round
So while they're perfect for labour
it definitely sounds 
absurd that someday
machines will rule
And listen to me when I say
Contribute. Be a fool!


 

Meanwhile in a parallel universe...

Somewhere in another universe
She writes better verse
She lives a perfect life
She thinks about me
And what I might be
Just about the same time as I

Well, I know this cannot be true
Yes I absolutely do
Because if she was real
She'd be infinitely cooler
Maybe a world ruler
Definitely not writing babble

Blog's anti-block support

When a block like this
Spreads its tight hold on my mind
I turn to you for comfort
And though you are blind
And deaf, you support
with words - even though they are mine

Hope this is true

Trepidation and
Excitement cancel out but
Hope grows stronger still

Musical mysteries

Simple tunes and beats ring out
But when I listen and understand
I know that those words will carry me
To a lovely summer wonderland
Where strains that echo happiness
Speak with sorrows and joys unknown
Fruit of seeds of secret thoughts untold
To me, that in these songs were sown

Gotham's got him

A mask covered his face
No one would ever know
What hid behind it
His true self wouldn't show
People lived in fear
Of what he might do to them
He was beyond the law
And universally condemned
Just because he showed
No open face to the world
His every move was suspect
And at him epithets were hurled
He bore them all with strength
Like a mother would with her child
Who was tended to with care
Yet in fear recoiled
From the love and tenderness
That he showered on his subjects
Every night he fought evil
But he was held suspect
What egged him on to continue
To save people who wouldn't believe
What caused him to give his all
And in return get no reprieve...

Race Won!

A race against time
To speak deep and profound thoughts
Before it strikes twelve

'Vial' away

Time flows into seas
of vast and wide emptiness,
From a tiny vial

Don't do it

Dear Mr. Singh,

You have not heard of me. You don't know and will never really know for sure if my position really exists. But we are a large team of people who work tirelessly doing our jobs to make sure that the world runs the way it does.  No one knows that our team exists, not even our colleagues at the other government offices. This is the only way we can work. This protects everybody from potentially dangerous and hurtful information.

I am going to let you in on this secret because I think you need to know this. It seems to be the only way to stop the eventualities of your actions.

You remember that application you filed last week? Doesn't matter which one, they are all connected. My job was to simply make sure that your application did not get through on time. This caused you to be angry at our offices rather than your wife and we saved a lot with the help of that. I will not elaborate. Draw your own conclusions.

But we never realized this event would cause you to come upon this solution that you are poised to implement. You have the perfect idea to change the system and get it to work smoothly. If you do this, you destroy the world.

Our message to you is very clear. Don't do it.

Sincerely,
MMTSTW

(This is an electronically generated message and hence does not need a signature.)

Puzzler

When I am happy I hum more
And feel better than before
But when things are down
I can only frown
And even humming becomes a chore

Miss

As I snooze away morning hours
I miss seeing your dear face
On my rectangle of light
And like anyone might
I miss you

She..

She sang to me
She held my hand
She loved and cared for me
Like no one can

She taught me well
And thoroughly
And I never fell
Cause she cradled me

I look up to her
Always did, always will
Today and forever
She will always be special

Traveling Without

So she managed to grab on to the railings and get into the moving bus and then carried on about her business, with absolutely no regard to the fact that she had just missed being in a terrible accident. As she dug into her purse and seemed to be looking for something - nonchalantly, I thought to myself : Where was she going that she needed to get to in a hurry enough to run after a moving bus, but did not warrant taking a quicker means of transport - maybe a taxi?

When I figured out the answer to that question, it turned out to be my worst nightmare.

 I had managed evading any kind of recognition so far. Breaking out of the prison, getting to the city, finding clothes to wear that wouldn't invite suspicion and a bus in which I could travel ticket-free, it had been smooth so far. Until this ticket-checker managed to jump into this moving bus.

State transitions

Harshness, loudness fades

State of intoxication

As soft sleep descends

Why I shout

Ringing ears
Hidden fears
Loudness masks endless lack of matter