introspect

I just can’t speak to those,
Who can’t speak the proper English you know.
But he still is able to convey his thought?
Right. But that’s not all;
One surely must know what grammar is all about.

Ya. But what do you think language is all about.
Wasn’t it made so that we could convey our thoughts?
And that’s what it really is all about.
Then why insist on the proper flow.
It would still convey the same thought you know.

Vice

In the midst of what’s called life.
I met this vice.
It was called life.

For the first time I saw myself recline.
Just be me and enjoy.
No need to hide behind, I was for a few minutes alive.

My breath had a new life.
And my limbs were not tight.
I suddenly felt I could fly.

It was as if time stood by.
Laughing quietly as I stood alive.
Wondering where I had been all this while,
All I could do was smile.

Oh boy, this vice.
I thank you so much for this life.

She

Yes I see that she is pretty,
And yes she does have a wonderful smile.
But have you ever wondered what lies beneath those eyes.

Yes I can see,
That she’s got sex appeal.
But have you ever wondered that she is just like you under.

No I am not mad
Why what did you think?
That she is not a human inside.

huu .. i am really that bad ???

In so many words they have expressed.
That drive I can’t well.
On enquiring what they meant.
All they would say is that I should cut ahead.

Reverence for the law they teach me to forsake.
60 is only a digit they claim.
You must do whatever it takes,
No rules are meant to be obeyed.

Sometimes I try to explain.
Why I choose to drive safe.
So much wrong could happen if I missed a brake.
With all these people it’s definitely not safe.

Shocked they are to hear what I say.
And tell me to be a man for Pete’s sake.
But I still won’t obey.

why the dual standards ??

I have been thinking that whenever I ask somebody for a favour for whom I am not in a position to do anything in return, does my act amount to begging. And if it does amount to begging, is my act in doing so any different from what we see poor kids doing on street lights.

My understanding of the on this is that whenever we instead of depending on our own right to demand something try to appeal to the other person’s E.Q in order to get what we want it amount to begging. For in essence we are trying to get something that does not belong to us, something that we want but if not for the other person’s soft stance, we will not be able to get. And if that be so I see no difference in substance between the act of a student begging his teacher for an extra mark so that he may pass, and those on the street asking people to for money which may entitle them to get a meal. Both in the above example are seeking something that they have no right to, but relying only on the E.Q of the giver. Why then is one looked down upon?

Me

I should have fought my temptation.
I should not have called.
Iced my heart is not towards thee,
Yet i can’t afford to be soft.

You have palaces to live in.
But i still have mine to build.
Time is something i can’t splurge on,
Things which are not to real.

Its emptiness that i need to fight.
For that is what kills me from within.
And in those dissolute and lonely moments.
I yearn to be with you again.

But to this i have no answer
For the vacancy is here to be.
I must learn to deal with it,
To keep the devil at sea.

India

This my land which is so diverse.
With so many faces that live on its earth.
Which so many claim is full of butter and ghee.
I sometimes wonder if they can at all see.

I form part of the privileged lot.
Who have lots to eat and spend on frocks.
So it becomes really easy to believe,
When somebody claims there is plenty to eat.

But as soon as I move out of the house,
I see kids with their skeleton tearing out.
Running about with no slippers on,
I wonder how it feels when their feet touch the ground.

Forget about butter or ghee,
I wonder if they even had enough dal to eat.
In despair they move from car to car,
Sticking their faces to the window’s that are ajar.

How could anyone after seeing these kids.
Have any belief in what he is told to believe.
That there is enough butter and ghee for all to eat.