When I am gone

At times I muse on, the gospel of,
When I am gone.


When I am gone,
Would you still care?
Would you love me the same?
Would you want to find out why?
Or, will I be another forgotten name?


Often I muse upon,
When I am gone.
Would I have my footprints made by then?
Would I really be ready to go?
I earnestly would not know.

Sometimes I ponder,
What if you had my back,
And may be then,I would not want to go.

They say,There are miles to go
Before you sleep,
Can these be measured in a heap?
What if the miles have been traversed,
And we do not see it yet?

May be there is a different end to get to.
But I still muse on,
Would you heed to foil?
Before I am gone,
Or
Would you not care, to create a row?
When I am gone.

   

Little Birdie on my Windowsill

So small,
Yet so courageous.
So tiny, yet so chirpy.
So little, yet spreads only joy around.

I am sure,
She feels petrified to fly around alone.
She must shiver when it rains,
She must fear the winds,
But,she musters it all so well
Like she was born to do so.
She does what she is meant to do 
That is, to fly, into the unknown world again.


Little does she know, 
That she teaches us to convene the unease,
Little does she know,
That she spreads a glee of light,
While she takes her daily flight.


That little birdie, on my windowsill
So small,
Yet so courageous.
So tiny, yet so so chirpy.

What would betide, you may not like.

Sometimes you wonder why it did not work. Don't you? You gave it a cent percent. Then, why did it fall apart suddenly?

Well my friend, if you look back. May be, it was you, who thought you put all your efforts into the job, with your best friend, or may be with your partner. May be, the other side of the coin thought asymmetrically, although the plan always had been to be symmetrical.

I have a vista for wither and fade, it says 'it was meant to be for "that" while'. While someone does not get a promotion at work or is going through a break up, it is going to be very difficult to apprehend that. But somehow, if you can consummate beyond it, you are going to be good.

What could you have done better, if you ponder, which you unquestionably will, I say being in tune with the constant. Sometimes, I have heard people say, you are my constant, or my workplace is my second home. If you can feel that throughout, that avenue is your muse and no one else or nothing else can ever seize that.

I also gape sometimes thinking what if things are not achieved or haven't fallen in place even after everything was given a cent percent. Then, my friend I assure you that, you have been made for a finer basis.

I feel at the intent site, we just need to understand self, a little better, to make the best out of our muse.

Do you have a similar notion?

All thoughts welcome 😊

I Wonder

Sometime I wonder,
Why not give U and I, a chance?
Why not play the song and the dance?

But I am afraid,
What if I am scarred?
What if I am again, bard?
Like the many times before.

I am scared of being hurt,
So as to, I have made it an art,
I have recouped the untold span,
I have been stung, but I ran.

So I wonder,yet again
If we gave us a chance,
Will I be able to live in the nuance?

But for now, let us be we,
Because we do not know what is destined to be,
Whatsoever it be,
I just wish U & I be happy.

My Crazy

We are good at happy,
We are great at lazy,
But, what if ,there comes a hazy?

We ace the smart,
We succumb to art,
But what if we unearth?

We have seen the high,
The lows have nevermore nigh,
And that, we are wry,
Yet,can we deny?

O My Crazy,
How I wish life was that easy,
Where we could walk by evenings,
That were ever breezy.
How I wish the rains would only bring joy,
And nix would ever usher coy.

May be it was meant to be , may be it was not.
But I feel a tinge of joy when I vibe, It's you I got.

Hushed but Frenzied

She and her madness,
He and his calm.
Both ignite together,
And make it colossal warm.

She likes to bug,
He loves the rug.
But how she wishes 
They had a play pug :)

The luminescence they bear,
Is perverse to wear.
But they usher a lot of care,
Like no efforts could ever dare.

So, we wish the joy
Prevails along with all the coy.
For it may not be forever;
But let they be joyful, until whenever.

Sparks and Security

For Callie, it always has been about seeking and yielding security. From the time she learnt about feelings , being secure was everything to her. When she had her first teenage crush, she thought this is it,' he's going to be my soulmate'. Her little heart broke the very next moment, when she saw her crush talking to a lot of other girls at school.

Such cute age! All of us I am sure have been through such benign feelings.

But when you actually feel a connect , a sparkle, do you start sinking in the feeling as eternal or do you start feeling anxious that the twinkle may be lost soon?

With Callie, anxiousness always crept in. The fear of losing out, the fear of being left behind, the fear of not working out always topped the perpetuity. Callie had always seen security worked the best.If you are secured at work space , you are happy. If you have secured trust in your partner, you are happy. 

But, what about the happiness that the sparkle brought, what about the one that chemistry brought? Does that last forever?


Callie told herself a best bet would be  always security with some sparkle, still questioning herself does such a balanced world even exist?

P.S: This post is a result of coffee chronicles with the head :)

Do any of us feel the same insanity?

Would love to hear some voices around here.

Many Different Reasons

One or Two,
I wish there were only few,
But there are,
Many different reasons
I do not pine for you.

I try try and try,
Not to let out a cry.
Not to ask furthermore WHY?
And there again, I rapt into,fresh new pry.

One or Two,
I wish they were not new,
But there are,
Many different reasons
That led to the eScrew
And how I wish,you knew.


Finally a light of nous,
That came to arouse,
In me, the zeal and the verve.
Now, One or Two,
I wish there were more to do,
Because now I like,
The Many different reasons
That do not usher me to you.

A Day In The Life of a Beauty Therapist.

It is 6:30 A.M. She is up and about to follow her day-to-day regime. Breakfast and  a quick shower follows  her morning prayer rituals. She then hops on to the ride number 317, her daily shuttle to work.

It is 9:30 A.M. She is at the salon and is going  through her scheduled appointments for the day,making mental note of returning clientele. She,sure has a mundane routine but she has fun ways to deal with them too.

When I am getting my manicure done, we prattle a tad in hindi.


Me: "Didi, how many clients do you serve in a day?"
She: "8-10 approximately!", was her swift reply.

Me: "Ah! That's a lot." I comment.
She: "Aap company me kya kaam karte ho?" (What kind of work do you do at the company), was her interrogatory remark.
Me to Self: O'Dear Lord! Give me the strength to explain business analysis to her in simple hindi.

Let me add here, that I possess powers to speak hindi in ways that make me the subject of mockery everyday among my peers.Hence, to explain the job description of a business analyst was beyond my scope.I end up giving her some naive insight into computers.

Me: "Don't you get bored doing the same beauty treatments on a daily basis?"
She: "No!" .She said with a broad smile. "I try to jabber with most of them."

I learn that some patrons just want to keep hushed as their idea of a visit to the salon is relaxation. On the other hand there are homo-sapiens like me love quick banters at any time of the day.
By now, I think you figured out the inspiration behind this blog post. :)

Me: Do you face any snag at work?
She: "Yes! There is a long list. We find it very annoying to wax fetid underarms. I offer them some deodorant putting across a marketing stint." She laughs loudly. "Then, there are times when women want to get all chatty when I have a throbbing headache."
I smile.
Me to self: "Sigh! So much to provide beauty care to others."


It is 8:00 P.M.
A couple of facials,a couple of body massages and several waxes later, she is all primed to take the 317 ride back home.

She never ceases to smile even after 10 hours of work.This lady never once utter's my favorite verdict 'I am so over my job'. She tells me that she loves making other people happy by taking care of them. Untiringly, she is such an inspiration for my daily regime, to go on 'No Matter What!'.
 More power to this impregnable woman!

Book of Keeps.

• Two close friends to fall back on anytime. Some people call them 2 AM friends.

• An acquaintance to share your joys and sorrows. 

• Support system at home. Could be your folks or siblings.

• A Library. Your very own collection of interests. Could be books, music, movies,TV series, coins. The best part is you can choose whenever you want from your own choices. 

• Your Creations. Could be poems, writings, paintings, pottery, craft - Every time you look at them, they would boost you up.

• Resources List.These are the things you need access to at all times. Like that stationary kit, your stylist or your editor.

• Have that one wish or dream on your mind always. That one which you wanted to accomplish but is yet to do so. Put a step forward towards it

These are my keeps.


What are yours? Do let me know yours :)

Mind Wanders

The mind wanders,
To that happy place,
Still making me smile,
Although it has been a while.

The mind wanders
in between pleasant moments,
wondering how would it be right here, right now?

It requites then, nodding 'YES'!
It would have been different,
But, would it be the furthest?
Would you like the sundry tests?

The mind wanders, sometimes, asking what if,
No keeps,
Do you still view weeps?

The heart then begins to thwart,
Safe is the place to be,
Dialogue has been always the key;
Be it stunning or ornery,
Live it like it is meant to be.