The yearning ---------------------- I had grown tired of the city I was living. Life had started to follow a routine. It was comfortable and it was good but in those minutes between, I had started to think otherwise. It had reached a point where those few minutes between started to influence the good times and I started to consider. Maybe it is time, I moved on. Move on from this comfort zone I was currently living  to something new. Doubt ---------- Right now, there are moments I wonder if made the right choice. I realize it only means I should have done it sooner. The smooth and fast pace is now replaced by a need for patience, and learning and creating the new normal. I am now surrounded by a new set of people. A friend had once pointed out, " You are an acquired taste". So in all those moments of anxiety, I remind myself, give it time. Let the episode of your brash arrogance fade away, you can shine after. Until then, stay focused, there is a herculean task ah...

I am human with a soul, Who bleeds when I see pain, Feel hurt when a friend is in trouble, Eager to make my name. I wish to be remembered, After I am long gone. I hope to lead a proud existence, With no regrets at the end. An insignificant dot growing to be glorious, Ageing to gain wisdom that can be lessons, Yearning to learn new every day, So that someday I'd have a great story to share. Patience is a virtue, One which I do not possess, A character I wish to acquire, No matter the price I have to pay. Someday I'll connect all the dots, All the things I've learnt over the years, Forgoing the things my fickle self wants, To earn the things I crave to possess. It might not be a single instance in time, But on that day when I reminisce them all, I will have achieved all I I've set out to gain, I will have created meaning to my life. I will let my mind run free, Put down the burden I have willingly taken, And let me be my fickle self again, Go where whims of th...

Remember the boy who cried wolf, Deceiving the good folk again and again, Not realizing the repercussions, The villagers lost faith. Remember the boy who cried wolf, Whose momentary lapse in judgement, For a fading temporary amusement, Lost him his life and livelihood. Not knowing the repercussions, He amused in the pleasure of his actions, Not knowing the consequence, He indulged in his dishonest deeds. When the day of reconning arrived, He was standing alone, Facing the might of karma, What goes around comes back around The lessons of honesty and faith he learnt, Though too little too late, Passed down through generations, From a mother to son, father to daughter Helping mold young minds, To imbibe the values of honesty, In the grand scheme of things, Understand the value of trust and faith. But life is such, It tempts one to lie and cheat, Than stand your ground, Because it is easier to sway.

I saw a paper cup on the road, Run nomadically with the wind, You had asked me to pick it up, But I failed to consider. Then I saw another,  And I wondered if it was same, Again I heard you say, Yet I ignored thinking it was insignificant One the third day, I saw the cup again, The tea stains had dried, But the cup was still there. The litter was now starting to grow, An insignificant action not taken had gained prominence, Now there were many, Their number grew everyday. I regarded myself as a conscientious human, Yet I had failed to notice, By being oblivious,  I had become guilty Nature is a cruel master, To those who take her for granted, To those who believe they are not liable, We are but tenants in her paradise. So I urge myself pick it up today, When you see a papercup flying with the wind, Feel the responsibility to pick it up, So that tomorrow is another wonderful day.

I hear life is full of change, And maybe some of them are true, But if time is kind, may be, we be able to start where we'd part ways. I may fall at the chances I take, Destiny may even twist my fate, I may hit rock bottom time and again, But the war against life shall be mine to claim. Thou shall not dictate my rules of engagement, Nor shall thou determine the meaning of my existence, They lie solely at my discretion, Every life to his or her own. I maybe a dot in this universe, Living to make a difference, It might not be significant today, But I wait for the dee day to rise.

When the light starts to wane, What do you see, When you see no possibility, Where do you go. When all seems unjust and unfair, Where do you find the fire to go on, Brush away everything that's happening, And thrust forward tirelessly. In god we trust to bring us luck, Bring us clarity in each step, Clarity in the path we choose, Clarity in the reasons we do what we do. If I am to will through, Let me do so learning, If I am to burn away my time, Let me do so with purpose. At the end of the day when I look back, Allow me this promise as I drift away, Though I don't see it today, The purpose of my existence isn't that far away.

There is a chill in the winds right before a storm, They are like a proclamation song, They say, brace yourself,  We are here. As drops of water create cirles in puddles, Dogs and cats scurry to find shelter, Strong winds signalling the onslaught, With skies breaking over our heads. Leaves twisting and turning, Bowing down to the sovereignty of winds, The weak giving way to the young, The cruel nature of creation. For one to be born, one must die, And in his place the young shall rise, The old giving way to the new, And the cycle of life repeats. In the aftermath of a pouring rain, The leaves don't look up at the sky, They all look at the ground beneath, And they do so in unison. They look at the roots of their origin, The source of their birth, And sway together while they say, Thank you for enduring. When all ends they all come out to play, To celebrate the onset of monsoon, Because beyond the relms of language, All creatures understand the romance of rain.