Monday, 1 January 2018


What does 'A Rush' mean to you? A Rush hour? An adrenaline rush? A drunken high?

It could be your dream that is keeping you awake or the rock concert you are attending tomorrow that is not letting you sleep.
Recently, while having a casual conversation with my friend Lily,I discovered, a rush could also be that, you  are rushed onto things, those things that  probably were not ready to take upon. 

Lily always had a plan, a long one, that she devised in high school. But as life goes on you keep making more plans , some remain the same, while others turn out tad different. Where was the one 'rush' that always kept her on her toes? That one, that made her feel alive, even when things were not in place.

Now, she only kept rushing onto her schedules, meetings and of course her emotions,rushed all the way up and down. Was something missing? Had she be looking for a different kind of rush in actuality?

I thought ,may be Lily rushed herself into attaining the listing, that was devised by her. Or may be that rush was not just enough anymore. 

So when we concluded the conversation, we decided, life has its own course for us. What may  seem a rush to me , may not be for you. What may give you a high today ,may not seem to excite you tomorrow. We must have to  follow the course or our hearts to find that 'own rush' within us.

So on the new year day, I would like to ask you, "What's your rush that keeps you going?". Do write in :)

Monday, 25 December 2017

When I am gone

At times I muse on, the gospel of,
When I am gone.

When I am gone,
Would you still care?
Would you love me the same?
Would you want to find out why?
Or, will I be another forgotten name?

Often I muse upon,
When I am gone.
Would I have my footprints made by then?
Would I really be ready to go?
I earnestly would not know.

Sometimes I ponder,
What if you had my back,
And may be then,I would not want to go.

They say,There are miles to go
Before you sleep,
Can these be measured in a heap?
What if the miles have been traversed,
And we do not see it yet?

May be there is a different end to get to.
But I still muse on,
Would you heed to foil?
Before I am gone,
Would you not care, to create a row?
When I am gone.


Monday, 18 December 2017

Little Birdie on my Windowsill

So small,
Yet so courageous.
So tiny, yet so chirpy.
So little, yet spreads only joy around.

I am sure,
She feels petrified to fly around alone.
She must shiver when it rains,
She must fear the winds,
But,she musters it all so well
Like she was born to do so.
She does what she is meant to do 
That is, to fly, into the unknown world again.

Little does she know, 
That she teaches us to convene the unease,
Little does she know,
That she spreads a glee of light,
While she takes her daily flight.

That little birdie, on my windowsill
So small,
Yet so courageous.
So tiny, yet so so chirpy.

Sunday, 3 December 2017

What would betide, you may not like.

Sometimes you wonder why it did not work. Don't you? You gave it a cent percent. Then, why did it fall apart suddenly?

Well my friend, if you look back. May be, it was you, who thought you put all your efforts into the job, with your best friend, or may be with your partner. May be, the other side of the coin thought asymmetrically, although the plan always had been to be symmetrical.

I have a vista for wither and fade, it says 'it was meant to be for "that" while'. While someone does not get a promotion at work or is going through a break up, it is going to be very difficult to apprehend that. But somehow, if you can consummate beyond it, you are going to be good.

What could you have done better, if you ponder, which you unquestionably will, I say being in tune with the constant. Sometimes, I have heard people say, you are my constant, or my workplace is my second home. If you can feel that throughout, that avenue is your muse and no one else or nothing else can ever seize that.

I also gape sometimes thinking what if things are not achieved or haven't fallen in place even after everything was given a cent percent. Then, my friend I assure you that, you have been made for a finer basis.
I feel at the intent site, we just need to understand self, a little better, to make the best out of our muse.

Do you have a similar notion?

All thoughts welcome 😊

Monday, 27 November 2017

I Wonder

Sometime I wonder,
Why not give U and I, a chance?
Why not play the song and the dance?

But I am afraid,
What if I am scarred?
What if I am again, bard?
Like the many times before.

I am scared of being hurt,
So as to, I have made it an art,
I have recouped the untold span,
I have been stung, but I ran.

So I wonder,yet again
If we gave us a chance,
Will I be able to live in the nuance?

But for now, let us be we,
Because we do not know what is destined to be,
Whatsoever it be,
I just wish U & I be happy.

Sunday, 19 November 2017

My Crazy

We are good at happy,
We are great at lazy,
But, what if ,there comes a hazy?

We ace the smart,
We succumb to art,
But what if we unearth?

We have seen the high,
The lows have nevermore nigh,
And that, we are wry,
Yet,can we deny?

O My Crazy,
How I wish life was that easy,
Where we could walk by evenings,
That were ever breezy.
How I wish the rains would only bring joy,
And nix would ever usher coy.

May be it was meant to be , may be it was not.
But I feel a tinge of joy when I vibe, It's you I got.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Hushed but Frenzied

She and her madness,
He and his calm.
Both ignite together,
And make it colossal warm.

She likes to bug,
He loves the rug.
But how she wishes 
They had a play pug :)

The luminescence they bear,
Is perverse to wear.
But they usher a lot of care,
Like no efforts could ever dare.

So, we wish the joy
Prevails along with all the coy.
For it may not be forever;
But let they be joyful, until whenever.