The easiest things to do in the world would be

to be illusioned about your position...

to assume the world turns around because you inhabit it...

to think the things are right because of your presence...

to know that you are always right and listen to no other...

to pet your ego and bloat it further...

to treat the other person as a non-entity...

to shout and think you are right...

to takes someones respect for your age as his weekness..

to keep arguing because you have to...

But do you wonder about the day when you shall even loose the respect your age commands..when you become overpowered by the insecurity that drives you and the ego starts ruling you?

Bewildered

So much to do... so little time...
The moments fly away... and the dates blur into oblivion...
Plans that I make... the dreams that I see...
Seem to be deserting me...
The energy seems to be misplaced...
Everything around me seems to be set in its own place...

I want to shake things up...
Make my time count and my minutes matter...
I want to live those dreams... and see many more...
I don't want to let them die a slow death...
I want to water them and let them blossom...
I want to see them smiling at the world...

I have to remain what I am...
Its so easy to just flow along the river...
And so easy to forget ones purpose...
Its so easy to make-believe that I am important...
But its very important to realize the truth...
And face the facts that stare at me with my half-dead dreams in their arms...

He and She

She smiled and he was mesmerized...
He said he was lying yet she believed...
She fumbled and he thought of it as realism...
He wrote poems and she thought of herself as a princess...
She cried and he was there to just listen...
He shared his thoughts and she was amazed...
She sang and he thought of her as a nightingale...
He brought in the concept of we and she accepted...
She laughed with him and the happiness in it reverberated...
He cared and she pampered...
She talked and he listened...

He can't forget those times
She remembers them fondly
He still thinks of her as the coolest girl
She still wonders at time what happened
They still talk, they still laugh and they still know each other like no other...

To the beautiful randomness.......cheers!!!

We always wish to play safe... to live with guarantees... I don't know whom to blame ... maybe the companies that ensure us of quality in everything and make us so used to expecting the best that we forget the human component in us and others around us we always expect perfection and the best in life... We always wish to hedge our bets and have multiple options in life... always control our thoughts and actions... always be something we don't wish to be...

In my odyssey of life...I thought...

I saw something, did something and got to know a lot more...
Experienced the oceanic wonders from the shore...

In the flight above this world...
Underwent the suddenness and fear of a crash that I just heard...

In the pages of a book...
Touched the dragons and the unicorns; lived in the shady nook...

In a passing smile...
Saw the depth of life, something beyond time...

But in reality...
I always was guarded and time and again let my impulses die...
And when they won blamed them for the momentary death of rationality...

Why oh why did I curse the lovely randomness that made living worthwhile...
To randomness and impulses that make the bland whiteness of life colorful...