Let’s fly high, my friend

Let not the society pull the strings of our lives, of our destinies,

Let not our race, religion, caste or creed decide who we are, or define our indefinable capacities,

Let not opinions biased, tarnish our hopes, our ability to try,

Let not doubts unascertained, limit our will to fly,

Let not stopgaps and pitfalls deter what we choose to pursue

Let nothing stop us from living our dreams, from becoming what we aspire to.

Cheers!

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Why is it not easy, ever?

Why do I always have to prioritize, why do I always have to choose ?

Why is there something that I always have to miss, that I always have to lose?
Why can’t I just spend the evening watching a movie with my family, 

And, at the same time, get to have fun with my friends at their happening party?
Why can’t I cosy up, during a rainy afternoon, with my book and some hot piping tea,

And, simultaneously, get drenched to the skin in the rain, breathing in every minuscule of nature’s audacious beauty?
Why do I always have to choose one over the other?

Why does my mind prefer one, my heart, another?
Why can’t I have the cake and eat it too, with equal alacrity?

Why is it always so hard to choose, to forgo, to live in the moment, to just let things be?

Open Mic – An attempt ❤

This is a first for me, reciting my poetry and getting to watch it on YouTube. So here goes. I’m pathetic in it, like always, but do watch it if you get the time, and tell me what you think of it.

Cheers!

Superstitions, suspicions, and sophistications!

“Damn, she sneezed. Here, have a glass of water. Wait up, don’t start yet.

Oh! There she goes again, that’s two times now, you’re good to go, my pet!”

“Drat! Did you have to call her by her name when she was about to start?

Don’t ask her where she’s going, you’d jinx it for her, figure it out yourself if you’re smart!”

 “Was that a black cat that just crossed your path?

Watch out! Today you’d most definitely face somebody’s wrath”

“There’s a lady removing the trash off our road, she’s doing good, no doubt,

But, hey, wait until she’s done, for a broom shouldn’t be the first thing you must see when you step out.”

“Stretch your right hand to give, your right hand only, to receive,  

For, extending your left hand first is a sign of disrespect, I believe.”

Superstitions, suspicions, sophistications – they’ll only always create complications and confusions aplenty,

For, at the end of the day, we know what’s meant to be, will, without a doubt, be.

Pursue your passion 💖

Our society, I believe, has its own twisted definition for Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest”,

For it clearly reminds us time and again, about how it wants to be impressed –
“He owns a two-storey apartment, he drives to office in his own car,

He’s been to the U.S. twice, oh my God, he is such a star!”
“She works at Xyz. Everyone’s so proud of her –

See how the world will look up to you if become an engineer.”
We’re expected to be, even if we ain’t cut out to be, where the rest of the world is,

We’re expected to fit ourselves in, into the society’s definition of success and bliss,
We’re forced to run a race we don’t even intend to be a part of,

We run it, but, because we’ve grown to fear becoming a failure, we’ve grown to fear being written off,
So we begin to bury our insecurities deep within and without a clue –

We send our dreams back to sleep, we begin to chase what we are asked to –
But every time we pause, gasp for breath, and look out for that fresh whiff of air, we figure –
Our passion, we realise, is what we univocally turn towards, for solace amidst all the chaos, for clarity amidst all the blur.

Story of my life

Travel makes you realise so much in life.

I, for instance, realised that being thin is equal to being invisible.

No, really. Here’s a sample of what I get to hear every day.
“You and my 3 year old son, both of you will fit in there. Easily. Don’t you worry.”
“Oh! But you’re so thin, why don’t you shift aside a bit more?” 
“Can we swap places? You don’t need much space anyway.”
Excuse me? I pay for my ticket in full. I am entitled to what everyone else who has paid for the ticket is. I can adjust if I’m required to. But that’s about it.

Thank God though, people atleast remember to acknowledge the fact that I exist.

Together, Forever ❤

8 year old Tara found them drenched to the skin in the rain,

Crouched silently on the wet soil, fragile and meek, their eyes reflecting hunger and pain –
But, little did she know, as she carried them home, that she would never again have to be alone,

Little did she know, she finally had found the family she could call her own,
Little did she know they would soon become an irrevocable piece of her heart,

Little did she know that her furry four-legged friends would stick to her, until death did them apart!