Category: Trajectory

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A simple cup of tea

 

A simple cup of tea

How difficult can it be

Some quintessential requirements to see

How my survival can be enhanced to the T

 

One lady plucking leaves in the tea gardens of Ooty

Working hard day and night to provide for the family

The owner, a gentleman in his forties or fifties quite likely

Staying away from wife and children who live in the city

 

The leaves arrive mixed up and merry in the local factory

Where workers live for those ten-minute lunch breaks verily

Chaff and sieve and carry and heave until leaves become dusty

The workplace now wakes up to aromas that are simply heavenly

 

Trucks and loaders lories and drivers are set off hurriedly

Reaching the corners of the world is not a task carried out timidly

Trifling shops and giant malls with distributors acting high-handedly

Get their share of goods and get down to display the charming variety

 

I buy it off the shelf storing it in air-tight containers I got for free

Now all I need is some milk, a stove, a lighter, a utensil, a cup and some sorcery

Which have all come from a similar route of workers toiling hardily

So that I can sit back and enjoy in peace my daily cup of morning tea!

 

We take so much for granted. We don’t have time to grasp the whole story

Things at your table have compelling back stories about their trajectory

Surely some gratitude must replace any attitude we harbor so effortlessly

Little details beg for reference, how much more fortunate can we be?

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The race and the blinkers

Like pedigreed racehorses who never slacken pace

Put your blinkers on if you wish to win the race

You must learn how to disregard rude interruptions

You must simply go past the digressions and disruptions

 

The race is hardcore and competition will only get stiff

Keeping tab of another’s progress may lead you to the cliff

Keep your blinkers on to ignore faults and follies of another

Keep your temper bridled don’t let witlessness bother

 

Some participators are in it for the power and prestige

Some run the race with a mindset in place to hold siege

Lucifer is also running alongside and sprints in style

A little doubt here and there his style is to beguile

 

The guardians of society will have lots of advice

Noteworthy or flippant each advice has a price

Sometimes well-intentioned it is not always on course

Sometimes it is clothed in cashmere yet rather coarse

 

Your blinkers will be handy on rough bumpy racetracks

You can make up with perseverance where the skill lacks

If the tortoise can take on the hare in a race that is unfair

Then you can combat odds without fear of how you will fare

 

Yes you are perchance deprived of a wider world view

While others race with eyes wide shut there are some like you

Who acknowledge blinkers as part of the gear to run the race

Partial vision total concentration because it’s a steeplechase

 

The less you are affected by those running side by side

The less you overhear opinions prejudices and remarks snide

You eliminate the burden of expectations to win at any cost

Sheer gut and clear conscience and you will never get lost

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Milder exchanges

 

In the wilderness of concrete jungles I am searching

For some milder conversations

Where the eyes have less frostiness less apathy

Hopes are not dented by frustrations

And man can relate with man

No superfluities addons or trappings and no deceptions

 

In the rushing past the rush hour crowds I am reaching

Out for some stress-free interactions

Where time is invested in sound ventures and adventures

Giving me rich returns and tractions

With spare moments at right intervals as profit

Taking me down less trodden roads filled with contemplations

 

In the hope of finding warmth in harsh sceneries I chase

Sunsets breaking up seamless skies of hatred

Where frailties sometimes rout routine cruelties

I don’t have to repair memories I dread

Then affection is not mixed up with affectation

Dreams don’t get crushed where I tread

 

In a world full of synthetic likes and dislikes I am scouring

For some authenticity and care

Where the heart has less frigidity less bite

And the spirit has enough courage to dare

Away from prejudices gossips pettiness and hurt

Just a little more compassion a little more aware

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Change

I am changing every day I don’t even realize

Little learnings add to my repertoire making me wise

I cherry pick the lessons because some are awkward and hurt

I sometimes skip the schooling and keep my reactions curt

Yet at the end of each beginning I have made an impression

So many times I wish I could rewrite the script for each session

 

The world is changing every day and it’s not just somatic

Some changes are so subtle they almost seem automatic

I see the people around me change conduct and character

I sometimes miss the indicators and gatecrash the barrier

Yet at the end of each beginning I have learnt to be wary

So many times I wish I could expel the emotional baggage I carry

 

Relations are changing everyday heart and mind are fine-tuning

Some require care to nurture some need patience and pruning

I try to sharpen my social skills so as not cause upsets

I sometimes fail at keeping up now gadgets govern mindsets

Yet at the end of each beginning I have some take aways

So many times I wish I could be forgiven for having feet of clay

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Things I should have….

The lessons I should have learnt

The keepsakes I should have burnt

The attitudes I should have preserved

The responses I should have deserved

The emotions I should have erased

The baggage I should have shed with every phase

The people I should have treasured

The value of things I should have measured

I am standing at crossroads looking at the skies

I am appraising a lifetime and time just flies

 

The aptitudes I should have learnt

The behaviors I should have burnt

The traditions I should have preserved

The approvals I should have deserved

The pessimisms I should have erased

The assurance I should have acquired with every phase

The memories I should have treasured

The worth of relations I should have measured

I am looking back with some qualm some wisdom

I am looking forward to a well-informed freedom

 

The balances I should have learnt

The reluctances I should have burnt

The confidence I should have preserved

The direction I should have deserved

The cynicism I should have erased

The faith I should have gained with every phase

The genuineness I should have treasured

The merit of truth I should have measured

I am walking with the multitude and I am alone

I am dwelling on my solitude setting a new tone

 

The languages I should have learnt

The verbiage I should have burnt

The nuances I should have preserved

The understandings I should have deserved

The arrogances I should have erased

The bent I should have added with every phase

The mystique I should have treasured

The quality of life I should have measured

I am alive stumbling recovering hurting and healing

I am work in progress filled with familiarities and feeling

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One direction

sometimes you need to get lost to discover direction

sometimes you need to lie low before taking any action

that quiet thought hidden deep in the recess of your mind

that compelling emotion embedded in the heart unsigned

perhaps you must heed to it and not believe it to be distraction

 

sometimes what you choose is different it does not mean you are lost

sometimes your dreams are high-priced they will come at a cost

that quiet confidence you have mustered in situations challenging

that untapped strength you never thought you had is there in waiting

perhaps you must rely on yourself and not expect others to play host

 

sometimes a peculiar mix of directions lost and found are at play

sometimes the timing is not tailored approaches clutter the way

that need for discipline and patience must be pondered upon

that realization that after each darkness filled storm there is a dawn

perhaps you must calmly wait for sunshine so to catch a ray

 

sometimes dreams are shattered and directions can go awry

sometimes wishes stay unfulfilled you cannot embellish your story

that determination to fight the odds when odds are stacked up

that power of each prayer when nerve and mood are racked up

perhaps you must learn to trust in God and stop feeling sorry

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Every now and then

every now and then I look out of the window

some things have changed though

colors of the leaves and leaves on the trees

a lack of bees

the fillip in the step of the laborer

the edge in the voices crying out ‘sir!’

dearth of understanding and sympathy

a lack of empathy

the number of sedans racing past without guilt

the number of failed missions on which it was built

an empire that keeps growing

a lack of knowing

each bubble so different from the rest

some blown to tithers some riding on the crest

the window sometimes belies expectations

a lack of seditions

perhaps I am looking for something else each time

perhaps there is message hidden in changes sublime

my mind cannot measure what my eyes perceive

a lack of belief

 

 

every now and then when I visit family and friends

the social loop is a circle that never ends

they also change it dawned upon me

a lack of ingenuity

the beguiling smiles that hide real feeling

the warm wishes I trust and then I am left reeling

when things that are said are not as they are meant

a lack of intent

some time back I think I had greater control

on things that I said and things I was told

now superfluity of lexes creates a maze

a lack of unfaze

contexts are dynamic relationships are static

medias intrude with a list of goals to tick

I no longer feel I want to be part of the race

a lack of pace

the open door sweeps past some windy allegations

the spirit often requires some major restorations

I return home with world views cluttered

a lack of filters

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Changing times

Unknowing uninitiated somewhat daft in a setting mild

I sauntered through my childhood I was yesterday’s child

The things I did not know did not make or break me

Time knowledge friendships smiles so many things were free

School never churned out Einsteins and Picassos all the time

Playgrounds were for real with real grass real trees to climb

Home offered comfort relationships did not need updates

I was never looking over my shoulder for appraisal of traits

Life happened to grown-ups and they took it on their chin

An equanimity across the warren there was no loose or win

Some things were taken for granted some grants were never taken

There was value attached to honesties the deceits left us shaken

The ambience changed color slowly seemingly innocuous

The transformation almost invisible and yet so ubiquitous

I cannot recognize the child of today my perception is failing

I cannot keep up with Wikipedia and google my info is trailing

The child of today is smarter by far so much more accomplished

On the tip of his fingers he has things more than he has wished

The shoulders carry more burden the soul projects less feeling

The asocial side-effects of social media have left them all reeling

Carefree is a forgotten word home truths are being rewritten

The enchantment of a hundred likes each and every one is smitten

I want to recede into my shell I want to regain old sensibilities

The sheer dimension ‘social’ has taken makes me doubt my abilities

There is always someone on YouTube who can do it better than you

There is always an opinion too many when you didn’t even ask for a few

The legitimacies the lies the excitement are here now and then gone

This is an incredible overwhelming complicated era in which to be born!

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My time and space

 

One day to another one year to the next

Time has this annoying habit it has me vexed

It can’t stand still for a miniscule second

I am trying to take in life at my pace I reckon

Like hapless passengers on crowded platforms

Feet move with the flow the queue just forms

New ideas crowd the mind juggling for space

The human race is currently running a mad race

Against time against nature against each other as well

Where they are heading to nobody can quite tell

Grudges comparisons envies vanities and pride

In the mindscape all nooks and corners are occupied

Minimalist living entails equipment and stuff

It begins with a thought process or is it a bluff

One day at a time but I don’t have time for that

One time that is mine I still smell a rat

Somebody always sneaks up and steals it away

Who will return my precious time at least the one day

Time is beginning to sound like a figment of my imagination

It has always been there since the inception of creation

I am the oddball in transience here believing in eternity

I am trying to catch the rays of the sun with some temerity

One day at a time one time that is mine

One moment when I understand the design it will be fine

You cannot time travel till you effect space too

Or else the emptiness outside will invade within you

 

 

 

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In the name of Frost

The road less travelled was rather lonely

Well. Obviously

Still I trudged along bravely

Hoping for miracles perhaps innocuously

Naivety has it plus points verily

Stars in the eyes blocked out certain reality

 

Looking back today the journey was a bit bouncy

The artlessness helped grab opportunities chancy

Had I been wiser to the pitfalls and known it was dicey

I may not have cherry picked this road known to be risky

Having survived the roller-coaster ride nonchalantly

I can smile with some satisfaction despite a ride so bumpy

 

It was fun. I may not have reached where I wanted to be

My destination was never determined you see

The one clarity I could claim was a desire to be free

My freedom made me appreciate what I had as my bounty

Gratitude leads to more gains therein lies its beauty

The road less traveled turned out alright even if a little scary

 

Robert knew things would turn frosty especially receptions

People stick to herd mentalities they decline deviations

The words stuck in the mind even as the heart sought resolution

He penned a thought so rare and precious it had resonation

The crowded pathways will part ways to make way for the perception

The road less traveled will take you home to your destination