Sands of time

Shrieking horns damaging my ear drums,
Ruthless vehicles pumping smoke into my lungs,
A multitude of thoughts fighting for attention,
A persistent nagging reminder of the unfinished work,
Tired limbs protesting their confinement,
My restless spirit defeating my patience,
I gazed at the stationary line of vehicles, wishing I could move them,
I felt my time slipping away and wished I could hold onto it.
As I gazed skyward feeling helpless, the beautiful skies diverted my attention.
The rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy of clouds,
The clouds majestic with their golden lining,
The sun, keeping me engaged in a game of hide and seek.
My admiration swiftly toppled the regime erected by the army of negative emotions.

Maybe life isn’t about crying over our inability to fly to our destination,
Maybe it is about enjoying the walk up that road.

The Paradox

Vested with unlimited power,
Not controlled or governed by any authority,
Has the power to change the universe,
But cannot be forced into productivity.

The mirage ...

Lush green fields surrounding an aesthetically built house,
No car horns,no traffic jams,no crowded roads,
Fresh water flowing through to the fields,
Cattle and Human beings co-existing in harmony,
A fresh new environment which seemed so peaceful.
This is how my senses perceived the village,
But the surface does not reflect what is concealed within,
Fields waiting to be harvested,
Owners willing to hike wages,
And yet laziness invades workers' lives and stalls progress.
Untouchability is officially abolished and extinct
And yet it subtly creeps into everyday life..
I guess any place is just as good as we think it to be...

The unsung heros!

Mobile phones connecting people across the globe,
Medical equipments playing savior,
Buildings shielding us against the fierce forces of nature,
Internet which has shrunk the world ,
Inventor of all these revolutionary ideas -the engineer.
And yet for the lay man
doctors are noble and engineers heartless capitalists..
Unless life is about merely breathing,I do not understand the rationale

Surfing on the new wave

Mornings brightened by greetings from friends,
A neat To Do List waiting to be worked on,
Brain storming sessions which never ceased to amaze,
Discussions with creative people sharing their innovative ideas,
Refreshing lunch sessions filled with anecdotes,
Cups of tea and friends to lighten a stressful day,
Flocking to cubicles to share the giver's joy and chocolates,
Mentors and well wishers to applaud each step forward,
Ecstatic moments when your project is successful,
My life was flooded with all of these.
Then, the huge wave of change engulfed it all,
And my present quickly receded into the past.
Why is it not obvious
that everything in life comes with an expiry date,
that water bubbles disappear with the passage of time,
that change is the essence of life..

Struggle - the essence of life

I stepped into the boat, my limbs trembling,
Apprehension clouding my spirit, the fierce waves intimidating me,
The duel between the discouraging waves and my might raged,
My focus strong, my sights fixed on the shores,
It was a long and tiring battle,
The waves finally conceded to the oar, paving way for the boat.
Enthusiasm overthrew fear, confidence strengthened the hold on the oar,
My now dexterous hands steered the boat effortlessly,
I was moving downstream, the struggle was over,
I relaxed, enjoyed the wind and the calm waters for a long time.
Minutes seemed liked hours and days like years,
There was no action to differentiate one day from another
The hands rested, the mind idled and the eyes wandered.
Boredom invaded my life.
Was this peace? Should I be happy and content?
The energy within me fought for attention,
My latent talent cried to be recognized,
My brain cells craved for challenge,
The pessimist alerted me “Fear defeat”
I thought about losing to the menacing waves,
I thought about the ennui in my life,
I decided to turn around, to head upstream,
To face the fury and challenge myself.

Candle in the wind

The bright fire lit a thousand candles and I was one of them,
A tempest came and shook us all, and threw us into darkness,
We stood there helpless ,waiting to be ignited again,
The fire fights will all its might,its survival still at stake.

I wait in darkness,feeling useless and wasted,
I wait in darkness ,watching the fire struggle and feeling handicapped,
I wait in darkness wondering...

Should I wait there silently supporting the fire
Or should I move out and reduce the burden of the fire

I wondered and still wonder...
But I have made a decision to move out,
With the hope that some day I can return strong enough to help the fire win its battle for survival.

Waves that hit the shore

The waves of thought flood the mind and recede without leaving any trace of their visit.This journal is my attempt to capture a few of those waves which reach the shore.
The entries in this journal symbolize my moments of victory in the battle against my strongest foe--Inertia