Lessons life teach

You emerge out of the womb,
& sing a melody of your own.
You hear the same melody in your tomb.
But then, nothing will be your own.

You play & enjoy every moment of it.
& in bad times you forget those.
All our memories become a gambit
in the chess of friends & foes.

You love someone & fail to express.
It is not your tragedy.
Instead of love, if awe is in excess;
Eros is gone from your heart already.

You work hard a lot everyday.
But never get the expected reward.
You meditate His name in dismay.
But sometime never laugh with Lord.

You learn some lessons in life.
But it is never late to learn.
It may be the words or knife.
It will send your soul into urn.

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Waiting for a miracle

The mirage isn’t real, the moon isn’t near, the hope, probably feeble, and life, certainly terse. A verse, has to be written to tell a story. Because this fairy tale, is getting gory. You wished for a smile, and walked through the isle, you wished for the reveries to come true. A fine friend, you expected. A flawed foe, and a marred knot, you got. While I hopefully craved for the dawn, you eclipsed into despair with a resentful scorn. Emotions began to take turns on the weighing scale. My pains versus yours, versus our trust getting frail. Giving up may not be your forte, and winning may not be mine. Deprived and devoid of love, we live together, waiting for tides to change, waiting for a sign from Above, waiting for the impossible, waiting for a miracle.

Where’s the Middle Ground?

If you are a middle-class man and married recently, there must be an incessant turmoil going on in your mind. You must be thinking, “why me?” There were times when nobody cared what you did, or said. But now, after you are married, everyone questions your decisions and actions (even inactions). You are blamed for posing a “changed” (read, spoilt ) behaviour and it is basically not you – it's because of YOUR WIFE, who has drastically changed you as per her convenience and necessities, just because you are like clay in your thirties. Anybody can manipulate you and make you their slave, right? That’s the intention of every marriage – to enslave all of “Man” kind. The mother-sister combo tries that for a particular period with all their love. To some extent they succeed without any resistance from you. Because, you too love them back equally for everything they did to you, right from your birth till your marriage. Now that you have become their most prized possession, it is nearl...

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