Multi-Dimensional

If you feel life is a tussle

It is beset with obstacles

Life is nothing but rise & fall

Sometimes flamboyant, sometimes dull

Goodness, virtue all a far cry

These are nothing but pretentions and dry

Life is to be lived with joy not dreary

Not with a heart simmering with fury

Don’t think life is a struggle

All days go as you tackle

Life is a great miracle

So difficult to understand its pleasures & debacle

Life is all existential

To live it really needs potential

It is the weak who blame it

It is the prudes who shame it

Life is nothing but joy bountiful

If you desire it offers you plentiful

If you grudge life & grumble

It makes you creature terrible.

The time soon comes for parting,
And our time is at an end,
The rest of your life is starting,
And we have no time at all to spend.
Emotions ran through my head
I found myself wishing I was dead
All because you were moving away
I knew I would never see you another day

Every day that I have spent talking to you
Every Message that I have text you
All the days we spent in fun n frolic
Pricks your absence and makes me nostalgic
All the bullies coming my way
Getting teased every single day.
Boy do they have nerve,
But I still wonder, is this really what I deserve?

Saying goodbye
Was the hardest thing to do
I never thought I would
Especially not to you.

Work or Imprisonment

Every Day I wake up with this irk feeling that I have to go to work,

Work which is supposed to be the most satisfying and fulfilling experience of one’s life,

Cherishing to sleep for few more mins,

I drag my unwilling self out of the bed with the nagging snooze of my mobile alarm.

Droopy, halfhearted & Unenthusiastic somehow get up,

Fighting against time, will and my deep slumber.

Work has become so mechanical, routine and mundane,

Full of boredom, melancholy and disdain.

There is no charm, essence, and pleasure in the work I do,

Everything looks vague, ineffectual without any ado

I try to pep up thinking there will be something new, fresh today,

Where I can contribute and utilize my skills on the work I do.

But everyday it fails to turn me on,

Life remains the same, wasteful, Ineffective and moron.

The work I do is update a few excel sheets and send few reminders & emails,

This makes me feel terribly insignificant and is a disgrace to my brain!!!

The only thing I do is loiter, walk around the mammoth campus,

Discussing about life, its philosophies, relationships and how they affect us.

Sometimes I wonder whether I am at work, school or prison,

Which shatters my sanity, thought process & wisdom

The only driving forces in office are my amazing friends

With whom time just passes by with fun, frolic and enjoyment.

It’s time to move away from this mind-numbing place and do something unique & different

Which would give a new dimension to my life making it meaningful, satisfying and relevant.

LET BYGONE BE BYGONE

As I walk down the memory lane,

My thoughts go haywire thinking of this special someone,

Someone who meant the world to me & drove my spirits high.

I used to dwell in a world of blissful fantasy

Full of love, joy, hope and a unique feeling of Ecstasy

Everything appeared beautiful n serene

An ideal world anyone could think or dream

Untouched with qualms we led a life simply

Full of affection with no room for squabble or Worry.

Suddenly we were hit by a tornado called reality,

A virus that shattered our dream and dragged us to practicality,

Soon we became a victim of this mundane world,

Thinking in terms of expectations, returns and what our future beholds

The ideal world was no longer delightful

It got filled with anguish and became disdainful

Things became different and we had to part our ways

The most agonizing state storming my life through ripple n waves

The damage done had no solution and was irreparable,

Tumbling down my world and breaking the inseparable

It took me years to fade the memories of that world and the special someone,

Which has left an indelible mark in my heart and brain.

Even now when I walk down the memory lane,

I get lost in the bygone times which makes me restless and insane!!!

"XENERATION IT"

Sex ,drink and drugs are the urge of today

Many boyz and girlz are falling its prey

Money is required to fulfill the urge

IT sector gives scope to earn money large n splurge

IT employee’s spend their time in office from morning till night

Five days in a week their life is tight

They await for the weekend to come

Friday night itself starts with RUM

Saturday is spent in bar or pub

Defining the culture of the IT Hub

Bangalore tops the chart in IT Space

I am one among them and no exceptional case

The city booms with liquor shops

There is nothing clandestine if you drop

There is wide gamut of liquor option's available

With ample varieties of cuisine and food palatable

Boyz and Girlz booze to their heart content

Come home inebriated and hunted

If things go on well, it’s ecstasy

If not, there is bitterness and idiocy

The IT life looks cool , happening n glamorous

But in reality it’s all pretentious

 IT life is the same routine, mundane & boring

People stick to it just for earning money.

"Life as we See"

In our Journey from birth to death

Witnessing the juggle between happiness and sweat,

We travel a quintessential life

A miracle of Mother Nature living breath by breath.

Sometimes gloomy, sometimes joyful,

Life is such an unfathomable cycle

Sometimes a bed of roses, sometimes a battlefield

Life is like a moving chariot changing the colors of its wheel.

Life is a mirage – illusionary and insubstantial

The more we think and contemplate the more it gets difficult.

As people we experience the voyage of life

Diving deep into its complexities making it an unending strife.

Life is unique to be lived simple and untainted

Moving with its unremitting flow

Without being daunted.

The day we realize the essence of life,

Our existence becomes easy and peaceful without any brawl or fight.

                                                            

"Mother"

Nobody knows the efforts she makes

To keep you happy and the home together

Nobody knows the tears she sheds

When she sees’s you in pain gallore

Nobody knows the thrill she gets

Seeing you joyful and jubilant

Nobody knows the steps she takes

To keep you safe away from nuisance

Nobody’s love is so pristine n unconditional

Nobody’s but your Mother.