Autobiography of Three Dots

Fingers start tapping...
On the virtual letter board - tik-tik-tik
It’s not the clock ticking -
It’s just the fingers clicking...
You type and type and keep on typing
Yet I am the only one to be appeared...
I am aware:
 I am just a recess
Between your chats...
I usually buy time:
To refine your thoughts,
To suppress your immediate reactions,
To hide your real emotions,
To fix all your errors...
I make you shake your head,
And raise your eyebrows;
I keep you restless and curious...
I am the most conversed language
Among most of the soulmates...
When the worldly needs and deeds
Sadly break them up forever...
Many a time, I hold them together!
When every lettered word fakes it up,
I am the one always holds the truth...
I know everything but never reveal a word;
I am the best confidant of everyone of you...
Also I swallow many beautiful verses
And many more horrible curses...
Though I am vulnerable with numerous crosses
That strike off genuine utterances,
I am rustic and real...

Ode to a Friend

Dear dear friend,

Hope you landed safely in the foreign sand!

I always admire people who chase their dreams,

Without being scared of tearing their comfort seams...
You are one such precious person,
Who always work with real passion!

You are the only harmonious youth just out of college,

Whom I met in a corporate chaos with no knowledge;
There were many clumsy people driven by emotion,
And you are the only one reined by your reason;

Thank your parents for allowing you to paint:

The best version of the world with no taint,

For your non-judgemental and benign nature, 

And for letting you to mark your signature!

Now, you have to deal with all new stuff,

Dare not to step in the wild to dirty your cuff...
The philosophy of being in boundary doesn’t defend
As you keep saying - ‘I don’t have a close friend!’
Take chances knowing that you are vulnerable,
Playing safe at shore doesn’t always make you honourable;
Plunge into the water even if you hurt,
It gives you immense pleasure when you float;
Priorities keep changing as people keep on moving
Changing is never easy but constant just keep grooving
To the rhythm life casts at you
And I am here to always support and love you...

She

I met a lady:

Chirpy and charming,

Stunning in looks,

Pretty she dresses herself,

Looks way too younger,

Child-like mischievous,

Makes herself a clown,

To hear the loud laughter of her friends!

I thought her to be a happy-go-lucky chic;

To my dismay - all deceiving looks!

Too short span of time I spent with her,

Yet we only have transparent heart to heart talks...

Her tufts of locks sum her a bit:

Neither wavy nor curly - 

Neither ultra modern nor too traditional;

Seems so nonchalant yet a layer beneath 

She is an emoticon who emotes a lot!

Multiple layers beneath her intelligence 

Puts me in awe:

She has sound opinions on politics,

Witty choices in sports and books,

Her tastes are totally unique,

Compared to any of my female friends.

Of all, the beauty lies in her humble nature:

She rarely showcases her brilliance!

And deep down below all the layers,

Shining old-school style 

Love thrives in her...

Purer and tender in form

Not for anyone to judge or comment 

But drives her to all the extremes

dramatically and traumatically;

Makes her clumsy, crazy and messy...

Yet she is fighting to raise above all,
Like you and me...

It’s an act of feminism - 

Know not what this patriarchal society 

Has for her, for you and for me...

Rain Talk

I was riding on my bike to my office 

With dreary daily dullness

Yet happened to notice a drama in the sky 

Sun was so bright and suddenly dark cloud hid the light

As I tuned my hyper sensitive senses on

I heard them speaking in a meeting 

It was a round-table conference (earth is the table)

Between the sun and the ocean 

Clouds and rays were also presented -

Sun: I want them to be burnt;
I want them to be dead without water.

Clouds: No mom sends us to keep you calm.

Rays: Why should we be calm?

Sun: You have given enough chances;

You have a heart of a mom,

As you carry

From harmless to harmful,

From charmless to charming,

From formless to numerous forms,

Of lives in your womb...

Yet the mankind has become a threat to us:

They damaged even the timeless turtles
- One of your favourite children - 

You hold deep and special for centuries...

Yet you are too generous!

Ocean: I understand you are upset
And you can never relate to my decisions,
As You are made of totally different stuff;
I have seen better human beings
Who clean up the mess of their kind...
They love you and me equally!
So I am trying to help them
And give a few more chances.
Let my children do the job
Tuck yourself and take rest for a while
Last time our talk ended up in rough note
In anger I swept off a few lands
And sabotaged their livelihoods
Let’s not argue any further...

Suddenly, I felt drizzles on me
I veered my bike towards office
As the sky completely turns gloomy
Just after I entered office
It was pouring for an hour...

Friends From Stardust

I agree - you never asked for any of them;

I gave them all as a token of my gratitude!

You never know what have you given me:

You saved the dying part of me

That is so live and hopeful once,

You woke up those butterflies 

From almost 7 years of hibernation,

My purpose for life has been altered,
I got the drive to go on.
Without any concrete reason to quote,
You mean the world to me.
I give, give and give price-tagged materials
Not because I have in excess
But because I can’t express enough my gratitude
For the change you brought into my life
I know you don’t feel the same,
I understand you were there just for time-being,
Yet, nobody ever was there for me once in my lifetime
You showed me in such short span of time:
How it would be to live the life I dreamed!

I am aware:
I am too poor to achieve it,
I am physically incorrigible,
I am a boring person to converse,
I am old and pathetic,
I am clumsy and dramatic;
But, I never hide any of them
I am always true to myself and others...
Of all the human beings I know
I expect the least from you:
 Please don’t highlight any of them to me,
And just accept my gratitude gifts!
I understand you want to push me away,
So you hit hard on my soft spot.
Even you did indirectly - it hurts so much,
Neither I expressed how I feel about you,
Nor I ever cling on you tangibly...
Yet, you always advise me to be practical,
And to fit into the society I live in,
Which is impossible.
My inner self keeps drifting away from practicality.
I am sorry I can’t stake other’s life,
For my social and financial securities!

I can’t have control over my emotions either...
(I guess no one ever has!)
They get invested without my conscious choice,
They are super strong and rustic;
Once they organically grew fond of someone,
They can’t easily change their course.
My reasons keep them in tact in all seasons -
And make sure not to meddle with your course!
How can I be calm?
When you are physically and emotionally suffering?

I do keep myself away from you,
I don’t want to know your whereabouts,
I am being practical with you!
Though I wake up and go to bed with your thoughts,
I never ever tried to reach out to you;
Yet, the pain you are going through haunts me...
Too dramatic but true!
I always feel you next to me
Though we don’t talk for months together...
I believe we were stardust friends in the Universe
And are born in meat suits in different decades,
Who are not meant to meet each other
May be as a punishment...
Yet, we met!
I decided to take the punishment of the Universe:
I am literally running away from you;
With a hope to meet you again as stardust!

Silver Linings

The sky is always layered with dark clouds 

Rarely any ray comes out;

Though many nights they keep pouring,

The clouds are jam packed 

For years together...

A thin silver lining strikes through 

All the gloom fluffs started falling 

And a beautiful ray of sunshine

Peeps out with the joy

The sky grows brighter day by day

Where does the silver line come from?

Why does it strike so strong?

Know not the answers...
It was around for a short while
It has faded away now
But until it strikes:
The sky has never seen or heard
Any fighter jets flying through it
Now, whether it rains or shines
Fighter jets keep on roaring...
Every silver line leaves a fragment
That the sky would carry on forever!

First Flight

There were a few opportunities 

To fly for official reasons;

Yet, none turned to be fruitful,

As a nobler reason awaited!

Flying for the moments spent meaningful 

For the sheer joy of seeing loved ones

 Is the most cherished reason:

What else can better glorify the first flight!

Hyper excited to feel the symptoms of heart attack,

Thousand butterflies fluttered in the gut,

Seated in a window seat feeling quirky;

When the flight takes off,

All the butterflies burst out 

And flew around me in multiple colours -

More than the flying the reason makes it worth;

Indeed, my memorable memory treasures it!