The conversation flows like a river,
Each participant a stream,
Meandering around the many experiences,
Unfolding the story as it glides,
Springing new ideas and thoughts on its way,
Eroding assumptions and changing opinions,
The path of each stream so different,their journeys unique,
Each stream adds on to the river,
Each river to the sea of life,
Enriching it forever, as the donor stream flows unaware of its impact.

Part of our lives for a few hours,
blending their stream of experiences into our lives - The Stranger

This way and that,the pendulum swings,

Friction brings it to a halt,forcing a decison.

My mind wanders registering a million options,

Resisting any force attempting to narrow its scope,

An eternal desire to change direction,

Will this thirst be quenched by switching paths?

Or is it just ennui and curiosity nudging it to seek the unknown?

Like a linguistically challenged child,unable to convey her thoughts,

My restless mind struggles,

And I continue to toil in my quest to satisfy it,by a tedious process of elimination.

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..