Reflections
The most precious gift that has ever been given
To man, to life, to universe and above is the gift of time
It’s exactly the same for one and all
Subtle perfection in its distribution sublime
Exorbitant and on the rise for those who race against it
For those who do not value it, it does not cost a dime
Time comes with an inherent freedom, use it as you may
But not using a gift so precious is doubtlessly a crime
The mirror on the wall sometimes lies I believe
Whenever I look at it the mirror stares back in disbelief
When did the eyes sink in when did the hair turn white
I looked at it every day the difference was so slight
I sit on my computer and begin to enter
Words and mixed feelings form banter
Until jumbled emotions and high flown language
Throw up an ensemble of doubtful lineage.
I sit on MS Word and sometimes wonder
Whether I am over the top or under
The weather churning out my deepest thought
On a screen which keeps correcting my every dot.
This is the age of speed and a little bit of greed
It’s a paradox of personalities it’s another breed
Generation next bestows a whole new meaning
To the very idea of ‘being freed’
These days it is becoming rather fashionable
To talk in a language that is not so fathomable
Neoisms aligned to a computer crazy generation
Leaves me grasping for their actual connotations
‘Majorly’ is one such amazingly ‘duh’ word
I am sure it originated from a true blue nerd
I got an ‘invite’ they say instead of invitation
My diction and dictionary have reached saturation
But the one word that keeps cropping up with encore
This age band can’t get enough of; they use it and some more
Is an adverb which often leaves my brains pained and mind numb?
The one and only, quite thankfully, I present to you – “AWESOME”
All plans have to be in the mind first
Before they are drawn up and final
All planning has to be visualised
Before execution that’s vital
So every line I write today
Was actually born in wilderness of thought
And every thought I pen down
Was carefully crafted and sought
Every idea in the world goes and rests somewhere
Nothingness begins to acquire a shape so fair
The air is full of anticipation so that it will bloom
You can trace its trajectory right up till its doom Continue reading “One idea”
My mind plays mind games with me
My thinking never seems to leave me
My knowledge is not adequate enough
My arguments have an edge so rough
I sometimes cannot understand
Why people often rave and rant
Silently blaming the rest for mayhem
Each one wants to be at the helm Continue reading “My mind”
When God created the universe
Did He have a plan B?
When man was being perfected
Did He charge a fee?
Because if man had prepaid
For what he has freely got
He’d definitely be more careful
To remember lessons taught Continue reading “Plan B”
Elements defy description. They swallow
Up words and some more
There is only an extent to which they allow
There is only a part which comes to fore
Of unpredictable and raw strength
You cannot unleash nor harness
The rudiments reveal but only a tenth
With inherent warning not to mess