Stuck in life ?

Around me and you
Everyone seems stuck somewhere
Some in lectures
Others in traffic
Some in meetings
Others in cubicle
Some in queues
Others in rain
Doodling, honking, daydreaming, fretting, waiting, drenching
Dying, deteriorating
Stuck in life, forgetting
Life’s still stuck in them.

N.B. : “You don’t have to do what you don’t want to do.

Life’s Fragile

Death is a truth of life. A truth, which we condition ourselves to ignore and live in a cave where death is hidden and forgotten in some dark dusty corner.Hearing about someone’s death makes us sad not only for the loss but also because that dark dusty corner of the cave is lightened up if only for a second.

The fragility of life is underlined by the untimely death of people around us. While things are too random around us, we should take decisions that avoid death and its relatives.

I did not know him, he was a friend of friend.


Poems that I wrote 2: Chewing Gum

Chewing this mint
I get the hint
Aren’t some relations like chewing gum?

Attractively packed
We eye them greedily as promises stacked
Taste of confectionary
Mingled with smell of berry
You covet it as for cake topped with cherry
Or like the sweet sherry
Appetizing you for more….
As you start indulging in it
Its flavor mixes with your juices
Sort of adrenalin gushes
You are on a high
Chewing it slowly you fly……

Gradually softened
You chew
And chew
And chew
Taste buds hypnotized
Mind and heart mesmerized
Sweetness at its peak
But, fragrance turning bleak……..
Still you chew
But with time you utter ‘phew’
Saliva magic ends
The lovely tale bends
The sensation fades
Gum becomes gum
Drained of taste
Its waste!
Nothing seems fresh or new
And you realize ‘chewable’ (‘likeable’) people are few
Spitting out the gum
You regret your association with a bum
Out of self anger you spit feeling uncouth
As if to cleanse your mouth…….

Once again
Life turns stale
You miss the gale….

Looking around
Many people chewing the gum are found
Going through various stages
Enjoying, as if blessed by sages
You get jealous, bored and start looking for something new
Willing for another breakthrough
Hoping someone happens fast
Hoping the fun to last…
While my thinking and writing stint
Flavor has been lost by my mint
I too spit it out
But I don’t regret the money spent
Or the time that went
Because I am not tangled in such a mesh(mess)
Because at least my mouth is minty fresh!!!

Viscko, Camphor Cube, Focus : Time Sublimes

Earlier i used to write on a local wordpress blog named Viscko.
Due to some problem in accessing, i had to unistall wamp.
Yesterday i re-installed WP locally and imported viscko’s posts from  sql dump.

Here is an article from that blog:

Another week has evaporated like a camphor cube.Lots of things had to happen, a lot has happened and a lot has not happened.Lots of things is a vagueness which engulfs specifications and vast differences in motives which each of these possess.Which is a reason due to which I feel at times that i have not reached anywhere, that i am still where i started.It is not a good feeling.The reason is clear: not being focused. It is like forces acting on a single point in all directions, therefor making for net zero force.

Focus that is needed.It will bring clarity alongside.

Or lets start with clarity of purpose it will bring Focus alongside.

Yes I know camphor sublimes not evaporate but that is what i had written then.
If you have ever burnt a camphor cube, you will know how fast it burns but while burning it produces brilliant falmes, way hotter than the cold white cube it used to be.
The point i am trying to make sublimation of camphor and fleeting of time is analogous.

Time is going to sublime anyway, so why not focus and produce flame!

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