Indian Roads

There are potholes splayed open, there’s dung of animals splattered across, there’s garbage spewed in abundance, in every micron of space you find,
There are barricades drawn on every side, troughs ploughed out for projects that have been left far behind,
There are sidewalks (detours now, to motorists in traffic) that don’t have space anymore for pedestrians to walk,
There are share-autos drivers who find every traffic signal imperative to balk,
Phew! You really don’t have a choice, do you, but to watch your step as you go,
Because, with the Indian roads, clearly, you just never know!

Choices πŸ’–

To her, freedom didn’t mean the right to raise her voice,

It didn’t mean the privilege to wear her choice,

It didn’t mean traveling around the world – living in, its every corner and nook, 
All it only ever meant, was snuggling in, to her book –
For, it gave her what the rest of the world couldn’t – it brought her alive, it set her imagination on fire,

It gave her heart all the contentment it would ever desire,
By the window sill she sits, undisturbed, unscathed,

From the rest of the world, willingly detached,

Breathing in its scent, its story, 

Relishing every plot it cooks, to glory.

It lingers forever…

Real fragrance is that which stays forever,

Not that which withers when beauty wilts over!

Irony

Yesterday evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand,

I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand,
She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw it into the bin,

Where it lay, among the trash, tucked in.

Then, a few moments after, a rag picker stopped by,
He began to fish earnestly for food in the bin, when this bag caught his eye –

He happily tore it open, and bit by bit,

He finished every last morsel in it.

Talk about irony – on the one hand there’s everything in plenty, there’s abundance,
While on the other, even the left overs make a huge difference.

Food for thought.

Most often, we come across people who change with time. You find their attitude, their behaviour, their interest in you doesn’t remain constant. 

Sometimes they call themselves your best friend, make you their pity project, ensure they have you by their side when they need you and then, they are gone – when they don’t need you anymore. They don’t respond to your texts, don’t ask you if you’re okay, don’t find the time to get back to you – because they don’t necessarily have anything to do with you. And they’d always expect you to understand their absence. And shamelessly so.

People like these, who call themselves your constants, are in reality, vermins of the worst order who drain all energy, all positivity and everything that you’ve to offer. 

They aren’t your real friends. They aren’t those who’d if not physically, be emotionally there for you when you need them. People like these are spam. Delete them off from your contact list, your friend list, your life. It is time you did. 

I have done. 

On a loop…

I go on a loop, with a clam, 

Seeking reality amidst all the sham,

In the mission to figure out who I am, 

Only to discover bliss in the mayhem!

My Sunshine, My Rain πŸ’–

The last thing anyone needs in life is negativity. In any form. 

What’s meant to be, will be and there’s no stopping it. But let’s not complicate it more. 

There’s already too much void around, in life. There’s no more space for vaccum.

So here’s to weeding out

Weeding out people, and thoughts, that ain’t anything else but only to pass your time with. 

And here’s to blocking all the vaccum and void with people who you really matter to, and who, matter to you. 

Because, the rest don’t really fit in.

So here’s my mid year resolution. 

Staying away. 

From people, to whom I ain’t bringing a ray of sunlight. From people who only lend me shadows and dark clouds – sans the rain. From instability. From disrespect. From resentment, regret and repentance.

And here’s to my bunch of happy people. For, you are my sunshine, you are my rain. Because it sometimes takes a storm, a rollercoaster ride or a tender flight to realize what people truly are.

Oh, and the number of contacts on your WhatsApp chat or the friends on your Facebook account really don’t matter. ‘Cause you already know who you are to people and they know what they mean to you.
Cheers!πŸ’–

P.S. Let them know they mean the world to you, if they don’t already know. It’s important they know.
P.P.S. Choose wisely. ✨