Hey!!

I have a very peculiar habit of writing poems when my classes are on. A few lectures are so goddamn boring that you can’t help – Either succumbing to the alluring reverie or find means of amusing yourself. And writing stuff often helps keep a light heart.

I am posting two pieces I wrote of many in the last month. So, hope you enjoy them.

A Matter of Perspective

Stop fidgeting, You better calm down;
Smile! No clenched teeth, stupid, Don’t frown.
Calm and collected – That’s fast and easy,
Everyone is into himself, its always mildly breezy.

The estimate of you is no mean statistics,
Its an invisible balance – no fun antics.
The quintessential Libran, I know, its difficult
But, I guess, higher the echelons, stranger the cult.

With every passing moment, eternity comes near.
Why push if afar & feign not to hear.
Its a matter of courage and pluck,
Scrutinize the insecurities and wash the muck.

Open your eyes, Free your mind,
No fetter of the society really do bind.
Be realistic and just look around,
You are already flying, can never fall to the ground.

Longing within to hold onto others
Or rather their voices, But they only smother.
A sane brain, A healthy intellect,
Its all a matter of perspective, No class or sect.

All right, here goes the second one. This was in response to a lecture I heard at our University by a Swamiji from Ramakrishna Mission and is perhaps incomplete. But am presenting it as it was. Haven’t tried to add anything.

Questions Answers

Questions galore, Umpteen of them within,
The search for an answer ultimately ends up in a trash bin.
Time and again, it brushes away the sand and dirt
To see if anything can help overcome the hurt.

I wonder whats wrong in momentary pleasure,
Who decides what is right and what to be labeled wrong.
How can anyone grasp the complexities of life?
If people have ’supposedly’ little time to sing life’s song!

The secret lies perhaps in not trying so hard,
Not bothering in trivial matters, words or opinions.
The beauty of life manifests when you close your eyes,
And know fulfillment comes only when you peel the onions.

See ya then!
Siddhartha