Look the ‘age’¬†

I have often heard people especially women taking a pride when they say ‘oh! I so don’t look my age’. A lot of it comes in forms of statements like ‘You so don’t look 30! You sure you are 30?!’ .. 

‘Age’, I agree is a number but a very vital one. A number that provides an yardstick to you, as a human for the years that you have spent living, breathing, more precisely! 

We all become stories at the end of our lives and not all our stories are out there published; but ours still will be our favourite one because we were the main character of it; at times having played the protagonist and at times having played the villain and many a times completely clueless without an opinion. 

Wouldn’t you like your story to have wrinkles, to have twists, turns, setbacks, failures, success, tears and pain? Would you ever read and enjoy a story where everything goes without a bump in the road called life? ūüôā 

Then why not be a brave witness to our own twists and pains and let the body hold it all together as a sign of survival, and stand tall having been through some of the drastic falls. 

So then, I don’t understand why one has to shy or take it as a compliment for looking younger than what they are in real because at the end of the day, your ‘age’ has made you, the ‘you’ that you claim to be today! 

missed reading 

I was told we have a seat reservation and I happily went ahead in confidence. Saw other heads on our seat, got a bit displeased.

I asked the heads to move and shift cos they were on my allocated seat. 

They all moved and after a while I took the tickets out to read. 

It was written in fine print far below the normal eye level, 

“There are no seat reservations. It is first come first serve basis seating arrangement.” 

I felt my heart pause a bit; I had made all the heads move in all directions only because I trusted my ignorance! 

What baffled me even more is that none of them got up and opposed! 

Perhaps, such is life! Fine prints gets missed more often and while ignorance rules, we tend to run down our own system and after its starts rotting we talk of coming out of cocoon and sorting!

narcissistic me ..

Look at me, O’ dear fellow humans, 

I am worth the look without a doubt or question.

Your comments and likes make me worth my page, 

I don’t know if I can exist without posting even when my deeper thoughts are caged. 

You see, you can’t blame me because it is social media, 

Posting every random crap, deepens my survival worth and idea. 

I do say I don’t care and I don’t asslick, 

But posting my non substantial opinions does give me an inner kick. 

I want your attention, more and more,

I don’t know if I could use my time in any other form without you being abhor. 

I count your likes on each of my photograph that I post, 

I wonder if I would like those number of comments in person on even my mere morning  toast. 

Hold on! O’ my dear humans, don’t judge me for who I am. 

I am just like one of you,  mortal in every sense.

I am the news, you surely want to read about me in papers, 

My beautiful home, my creation and my own frivolous body shapers. 

I hang out and rub shoulders with the who’s who in town, 

I do get annoyed when I am singled out and made into a clown.   

I react and opine because I feel other humans are crap,

I guess they have never had beer or even held a Swiss map!

I have a host of fellow humans that feed my ego and nurture, 

Do you think those that write about me, need a better thought structure?

But if I don’t become the news tomorrow, will I be hurt? 

I guess I will be devastated because through all my posts and show offs, I have indeed, reduced my self worth. 


Why do you write? What’s your name? What do you do and where do you stay? 

I write because I have a burning desire to capture words and weave sentences for random fun. I don’t have a name and I do nothing. I am looking for a home to walk in. 

Do you feel what you write? Do random scribbles make any sense to you personally from time to time? 

The words feel me when I type : write. Probably senseless all the time. I still don’t give up on them and I wish they don’t give up on me.. I love my random scribbles and would like to stay with them till eternity. 

Silent tears 

As the silent tears made their way onto my face,

I failed to see my own disgrace.

All I felt is my beautiful heart, that trusted you completely without a fraction of failure, even when we were far apart.

I did sense my own pride which was always wrapped up in humility because I knew I was right.

You then picked up the phone once again and said to me that I was being insane.

You said I didn’t understand and I never could, what goes at a distance is far less easy to be mistaken and comprehend.

I stayed silent, I heard you out, though it wasn’t a position that I would be in, by default.

You dropped the call, you brushed my faith away.

You didn’t even ask why was I being this way?

You thought you were right, you didn’t need any drama,

Let me remind you, I walked into your life because of your very karma.

I didn’t choose you, you chose me;

So when you decided to walk away, it could be anything but destiny.

It was a manmade call that you happily took, convenience rocked and trust overlooked.

I didn’t want to call you back, I no longer wanted to hold you, 

After you left, silent tears made their way through.

I looked at my palm as I wiped my tears away, wet in my own broken misery, they did feel heavy, so very odd to think! 

But I guess the silent drops of tears from any human eye, weigh the heaviest even when dropped from a brink. 

Vain me ..

Vanity shines at odd hours Gucci’s, Prada’s and Armani couture

Did I think what a waste of time and money that was?

When all I could do was be absorbed and focussed on my wardrobe. 

It never occurred to me that life could be any different 

I wanted it all and I wanted more, nothing less!

I wanted to look the part and I wanted to play the fool 

I indulged in the idea that said ‘oh! Wow you’re so cool!’ 

I stuck to my plan and vanity increased manifolds, eventually making me sick of my own soul 

Years went by and when the flashlights withdrew

I lay in my bed while thinking of my wardrobe rescue 

Did those expensive shoes connect to my soul in my body? Or did that Armani dress praise me still from that party?

Was I still irreplaceable in my style, as I had thought I would be? Or did I lose my sanity? 

I had held my brand loyalties in bright lights 

I had held them even tightly during their shifting stride 

Why did I find so hard to recognise them today? 

Perhaps the lights have died that brought them to my world on one bright summer day! 

What’s then this attachment with my wardrobe has to do with my very being? 

The most honest answer is ‘nothing’. 


Power – I don’t understand :-)¬†

To the world that’s moving so fast 
I have something to say that might be a bit harsh 

I want to say that ‘power’ is a made up word; blinds the eyes of a blood seeking sword

I want to tell you that humans were and are bundles of will 

To say I am right and he is wrong is then just a cheap, transient thrill 

I can thrive at your loss and survive at the fittest game 

While loosing the essence of the self it can and never will be the same 

We started off stark naked, we would leave the same way 

To then build empires with portraits, let me ask, is it worth the materialistic gain? 

If I were to build and if I were to rescue

Couldn’t I have done a better job by just letting you be you? 

I trust the heart that beats and pumps the blood 

Mine is red, I know yours is too

If I am, then are you, and many a times, I am dependent on you 

My redness hasn’t decreased in time, I am sure yours too has followed the same gene pool and blood line

So why do I have to prove or disprove my being to you? I exist and so do you.

Since when has power backed by money come to decide that I lead and you follow? 

I admit that I did collect a bit more than I could swallow

The rest I spent on building bridges, buying materials and making weapons,

I wanted to protect my self from my own breed of men 

Why do I need protection? Did I ever ask? 

If I were to let you love me and love you back, would we still break our faith and trust?

While I did this, you did that,

Who am I to judge your perceived notion of fact?

What I was born with, you too were, 

All we ever had was an entire universe 

The sun’s never changed it’s course for you or me, 

It’s always been further out and never in our vicinity

We drew it close because we had the same needs 

Then doubts, desires overtook and it became a fallacy! 

When do I or you then blame the sun or the universe for our miseries? 

We have and will always keep what we genuinely owned far away from our self perceived ideas of humanity

I have my share of the daily bread, I work on keeping me alive

Why would I judge you for you too can have an identical stride?

I can and so can you, 

So then, where is the manmade power holding us through? 

I don’t want to lead you and neither do I want to follow 

I want to be me and I want you to be you.