Reality!

All seem so easy:

When I see people around me,

Holding on to social values;

When I see them lead life,

Believing everything is running race;

When I see them evolve,

Accepting day-to-day mundane;

Sometimes, all seem so beautiful:

 When I see two lovers,

Hoping to get married;

When I see the parents,

Bringing up their children;

When I see children,

Playing around me...

A whack on my face:

Everything becomes nothing,

In real, life is too complicated to crack,

When I see children in cancer institute,

When I see a husband die at 40,

Leaving his wife with an autistic son,

When true love proves to be myth,

My faith is annihilated;

Time to time hopes of new joy,

Bloom and wither;   

Pain and sorrow linger,

And now I find solace in them;

For some, even a simple and normal life,

As per social norms, is a luxury! 

Nothing Happens

Days move on idly with no motion,

Except for motion pictures,

Welling emotions are numb,

Falling words are stuck,

What phase is this?

Lazy and lifeless

Pessimism prevails...

Nothingness engulfs everything,

So long, hopes are hoping on,

Suddenly a bereft creeps in,

May be the course of world,

Or may be the course of time,

Dreams are far,

Time steals the energy away,

Everything else stand-still,

Convenient comfort zone,

Consuming ‘unbearable lightness of being’…

Cursed to be in fall

The vehicle is running out of fuel

The roads were bumpy

Seasons were in extremes

Distance warmth lights up

False hope….

But spring never springs!

Nothing happens in favor

Sometimes met with horrible accidents

Still can’t stop

The journey sustains to unknown destiny...

Either born with silver spoon

Or born in a hut: both are blessed!

Never should be born in a family

Survived the down-fall in social status…

Those are cursed!

Life demands beyond the sustenance;

It takes all it wants

But gives pain and hurts in return

Freud says dreams are unfulfilled wishes…

Even life is a dream for them!

Weekends

A feel of WOW clings into the mind on Friday eve’

Neither for jaunt with loved ones

Nor for daring sports trip

But for two tiny lazy days!

The Sun never tires of waking up

On time everyday-

But a unique weekend tiresome creeps

Into the body, mind and soul!

A long tight sleep with no alarm

Of chore or responsibility,

Arise from bed at 11 A.M.

 Have direct lunch with a stupor mind,

Time passes without an aim

In front of T.V. or computer

Talks, talks, talks on life, past, future,

And sometimes serene present…

The days of my own

End with unknown rush

For yet another heavy five long days

With a feel of ‘ALAS’-