Poetry

Bitter Truth

The drops iridescent
on parched lips…

Memories lovingly lent
on solitary trips…

Rays radiant sent
with mischievous tricks…

Your signs what they meant?
Bitter truth drowned in sips…

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Poetry

Laconic Lashings

For alms of calm I pray,

With winds of change I sway,

The night is desolate dark,

Peace shattered by an inhumane bark,

In shrines of broken empty lives,

Fractured fragments continue to thrive,

The chains of seductive sedative thought,

In wrought iron chains impotent brains caught,

Sorry excuses in silent sympathy,

Now rollick around for empathy,

Weakened limbs now buckle down,

Under weight of the world’s crown,

In this afterglow I walk away,

Lest my chaos, lead me astray.

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Poetry

The Dichotomy of Love

Your smile lights up my world,
In brilliance of a thousand fireflies,
Though I wish I knew you were a bird,
Flying away on wings of lugubrious lies…

I felt myself sinking in throes of burning desire,
Amidst the vales of fidelity and passion,
Your vows couldn’t quench my heart’s fire,
Such is my fate to live as an aberration…

In incomplete lives we lead,
We try to find deeper meanings,
Unlocked doors have always been before us,
But we keep staring at the damn ceilings…

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Poetry

Lonely Reflections

These times are old yet new,

Troubled by wicked memories few,

Like petals decked in the morning dew,

Distant horizon masked by tresses that blew,

In such withering voids if you knew,

How much I now miss you.

What would you do now?

I sometimes longingly feel,

if I didn’t miss the chance,

that I so hopelessly blew.

Sometimes these reflections,

help reflect away life.

In this lonely perfection,

Hurt is soul’s carving knife.

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Poetry

Light Bulb

As I see the light so bright,

Rushing in through every pore.

Purging evil residing in every site,

I close my eyes to the onslaught more.

 

When it was dark

I lay alone.

Finding happiness

In things so gore.

When it’s so bright

I am still alone.

Basking in serenity

My own personal shore.

 

I am still in a chasm,

Though now of peace.

Seeking for alms,

Begging for every piece.

 

Still I miss

The days so dark.

Every mistake

Cloaked in masks.

As I absolve now

In the light so bright.

Every goal desired

Seems in sight.

 

Laying now under, the golden hue,

I try to seek in, a tranquil few.

Moments perhaps, to finally mend,

The soul to which, darkness had lent.

Its demeanor to battle,

To destroy every light.

Bend every vassal,

To its all consuming might.

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Abstract Rumblings

The Secrets of the Failure Academy

Well success is easy to achieve isn’t it? With numerous workarounds, guides, quotes, books written on achieving success it is high time someone elucidates the working of failure. Failure in itself is a very vast field of extremes. Ranging from simple failures like not being able to outscore someone at Temple Run, to the ones that give you an extra year at med school to set things right.

Failure is something that universally ties all humanity. Something that reminds us how we all are equal and nowhere close to perfection of immortality. We owe almost all progress and success to those hours spent in contemplating failure and developing strategies to achieve those elusive results. However it’s important to analyze failure, be it simply the inadequacy of effort, to the lack of preparation, to the unavoidable stroke of bad luck or simply being outclassed by a better opponent (don’t worry the failure scales are soon going to be tipped against them too). Failure is something that is truly universal in corporeality.

Society has spent years on ways to devise a workarounds around failure but tends to forget that failures is an institution in itself. Let’s get to intimately know this institution:

  • There are no fees for getting admission.
  • There are no set rules and regulations governing your stay (come any time, stay as long as you want, train in whatever program you want).
  • There are no academic or intellectual fees (you can even sit back and bask in the freedom of idle nothingness that failure gives you).
  • There are no regular tests, just a final examination that gets you out of the institution.
  • There are courses offered in guilt, regret, non-acceptance, coping strategies or be it a permanent residency in the failure arts. Tougher courses are also offered in dedication, courage, planning, execution and disaster management in everyday enterprise.
  • The failure institution is something unavoidable, sooner or later we are going to find ourselves enrolled there, actually most of us may be in different phases of the admission procedure.

The important thing is that we have to make our education there worthwhile. What matters even more is that can we turn that education into learning and actually apply that to the real world scenarios. Unfortunately failure is an incorrigible institution; there are no shortcuts, no guides, and no hands to hold as you face the unforgiving examiners (pretty much mimics the dreaded college vivas). Ultimately it’s you who have to venture ahead and actually face failure head-on, otherwise there is free entertainment, food, boarding and lodging till you rest and recuperate to have another go at the final examination again and as they say, “try, try again… “, perhaps to succeed and become an alumni of this institution.

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Abstract Rumblings

Inspiration, Imagination or Imitation

Inspiration is extremely rare to find these days. The Internet has made information retrieval such a simple task. Gone are the days when research meant original ideas, hours of struggle with tomes in the library and days of incessant labor. A single click today and a plethora of knowledge opens up.

  • But are we to gain from this Instant Coffee approach?
  • Does creative pursuit end on Google Search?
  • Are we leaving a legacy of dependence on wires and wireless?

Creation is and shall always be a dynamic process. Entwined, interspersed and inspired from Nature. The morning dew, the rising sun, the mountains tall, the glades, the flowers are all same as the ones our ancestors had for their creative titillation.

  • So why is there a dearth of creative, imaginative and original ideas?
  • Are we incompetent, imperfect and impractical today?
  • Are we simply ignorant of the treasure trove around us?
  • Are we simply happy to imitate because it’s faster and less taxing?

Inspiration shall always come to those, who look for it. But the secret is to search in the right places, at the right time and for the right purpose. With inspiration in hand and imagination at work, one can do wonders. You may be a poet or a practitioner, imagination gives you the ability to go beyond the usual din. The power to sail beyond the horizons of conformity to islands of exclusiveness and exceptions but can Knowledge substitute Imagination and Inspiration?

Knowledge breeds from the past, Imagination forges the future and Inspiration envisages the present. All three are vital for success. For there is no future, if you don’t learn from the past. But the time to act is now. So go out and get inspired. Leave Google to what it does best: Doodle.

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