Bachelor Anonymous

I grew up and thought I could have the world at my feat
Fell for her as I couldn’t stand her heat
But then, ego is a funny emotion,
It could challenge the thing to be erect without a sexual drive
Come on, you can’t beg her and expect the man to thrive

So I stood, instead of kneeling and then,
She bid adieu and I felt my first clout
Who cares, there would be many to come
And soon enough someone heard me out

No begging, no pleading
I realized life could still become easy
A conquest at the end of it
But is it all I would have, I asked her.

She walked off as if nothing mattered
Mustering courage, I try once again
To hold forth the flag of affection and care
But little did anyone seem to notice it

Then she came in my life, Oh! I have it all
For a moment, as she wanted a commitment
And that too for life, Am I ready for this?
May be not, she said I have many who are all ready

I settled to glorify the title ‘Bachelor anonymous’
But wait a minute, who is that beauty walking by?

Some kind of a precipitation

The vertical lines shining on everything that it falls on…It’s a marvel… An eccentricity that is parallel to none – An eccentricity that would doom some day, somewhere in the name of storms and hurricanes and a whole lot of nomenclature to be attributed by the human kind to the moods of nature - An eccentricity that also fulfills the prayers of many by bringing moisture to the much needed barren lands somewhere. Humans would brief it up as a catastrophe when it is beyond their limits to sustain nature’s gesticulations. They call it as nature’s fury. Fury it is, from a perspective when it is unfathomable to us.

But rain is nature’s prudent way of cleansing its components. It has its own charm – a charm that is complemented with a music that would be heard on actuating your senses towards it. A vision synchronized with music – A symphony at last, which is never disturbed. Times have gone by and times would witness the same eccentricity of nature. But the melancholy is never to be ignored as the passive nature is explicitly conveyed in this form of precipitation. Well, it is the antonym of the fury, which is feared and somewhere respected too. For Starters – you are enchanted with a unique aroma that mankind is yet to replicate. This is followed by a few drops of chilly irrigate, that makes you feel blessed - a touch that confirms the strong hands of nature with a feeble gesture of restraint and conviction. Then is a perennial flow of water precipitated from altitudes unseen that are only grazed by the humungous mounds of sands and rocks. Man lives everywhere on the planet. He can touch these sources of precipitation (Clouds) when required and feel contended to be among them. He can fly over them to see how they sliver each other when they transition themselves to different states of matter. Or he could be down here with me in the ultimate state of affairs, before the recycling begins. The orchestra is an unforgettable event with a concluding moment which brings in an undefined ecstasy. The mellowing down of tunes, which is well harmonized with the cool waft, brings in the feeling of a euphoric finale. The finale doesn’t actually culminate, as there would be a prelude of the event somewhere again.

Perception on relationships – Evolution of the Human Stage Show

All you do is between an entry and an exit
So why first break it and then fix it
And all of it seems to be a stage for you to enact
The script with some relations rewarding a lifetime pact

The first act is when you don’t want to be understood
As you always believe you have them for good
A stage that constitutes a baseless rebellion
For which you are awarded no honorable medallion

The second is one where you reach for none
In a world that mocked you with an element of pun
But somewhere is a feeling of restlessness
And you fear that it could again be indigenous

Finally, you evolve and want to be free again
Live life in a way bonded by no poignant chain
The ones in the pact still stand good to share the pleasure
As those are ones whom you would always treasure

You graduate echelons to keep the show running
You mature to realize what’s with you is stunning
Differences are regular as they come
You fight with all but get back to some

No Reasons to Snivel

Nothing is right, nothing is wrong
In a relative world where beings throng
For once you wanted to be right though
And you ended up with someone, no where to go

Someone who never understood or knew you
The honesty that you brought in for thou
Suppression that was never you
And to say the least the hypocrite in you

With many reasons to subsist in this planet
To surface from the depths of miseries of heart
I believe that you could come out of this shell
With no reasons to Snivel