In pursuit of what we desire,
In the chase to quench that undying fire,
We aspire, conspire, face consequences dire,
Willy-nilly, we remain until we tire, until what we want we acquire.
Amidst the shambles, in search of thee,
I go in pursuit of making you my reality,
Hidden, until desperately sought after, you clearly choose to be,
But, hey, my eyes, open wide or shut tight, you are what they clearly see!
Real fragrance is that which stays forever,
What’s with the obsession about how we look?
I’ve always been puzzled on how to react when people compliment me on how I look (which happens extremely rarely). On the contrary I’ve always wanted to impress people with the work I do. Compliment me on my work, my thoughts, my choices, my deeds, my persona – you’ll find my happy.
Criticise my looks, make fun about my appearance and you wouldn’t find me giving a damn. But diss my work, you’ll find you’ve rubbed me the wrong way.
Looks seriously cease to matter. What matters ultimately is the kind of person you are, the kind of work you do, and the difference that you make with your existence.
There are people who enter your lives for a reason, perhaps to teach you an important lesson? They consume your time, your energy, your positivity, then suddenly leave you bereft of it all. You begin to wonder, what went wrong – what is it that you had said or done that has led to this, and try all that you can to figure out, to set the equation back alright,
Only to go through doom all over again.
Let go. Let go of them. Happily. ‘Cause no one is indispensable. No one is important enough for you to lose your sanity over. Let the efforts be mutual. Only then does it become an equation.
Time flies. Circumstances change. Faces become unfamiliar. We age.
It is ironical though – the fact that we meet millions of people in different phases our lives, but we manage to stick on to only a few. A few become strangers, a few, acquaintances, a few, family, and a few, friends, for life – because, we connect with them like we do with nobody else. The wavelength, the rapport, the understanding, the warmth.
To those few of you in my life – you belong to me.
It doesn’t matter in which part of the world you live, it doesn’t matter if we don’t converse everyday, it doesn’t matter that today ain’t friendship day – but – I love you.
I am, because you help me be.
Thank you, for, you connect with me the way I am, you connect with my flaws, with my follies. With my imperfections. With my eccentricity. With my absurdity.
This bond we share, just so you know, is for forever.
A puncture now and then,
Shouldn’t stop you from finding your zen,
Your journey, you know, ain’t freefall,
So disruptions big and small, shouldn’t let it stall,
Pursue your calling, ensure you have a ball,
Pursue until you succeed, rise everytime you fall!