experience

Indian, crude poet. My thoughts on all things mine.

[tajurba]

Remembered

When the silent hours

Steal my slumber,

And eyes can't find the will

To close for the night;

You are remembered!

When the mind drifts off 

Wandering aimlessly aloft

Wings of uncertain thoughts

You are remembered!

Each passing day

And every stroke of the clock

When neck deep in work I am

And time just flies off

You are remembered!

Every small achievement 

And each petty defeat

In joy and gloom alike

You are remembered!

Those days, those nights

Those carefree hours

You, my childhood self

You are always remembered!

[wnq-writers]

“You don’t always realize it, but sometimes you aren’t in love with a person. You’re in love with the way they make you feel. That’s what makes it difficult when they leave. You begin to miss the way you felt, as if nobody could make you feel that way again.”

— ekta somera

[tajurba]

Journey!!

From a speck of indistinguishable dust

The beginnings rally forth

Encompassing the reality of existence.

The struggle is authentic

To find a path

Whilst billowing hither and yon

In the breeze and gale alike.

End isn't essential,

For the atoms clung together

The journey to matter.

Give some away, and 

Gather some to.

Barter of, to and from

Electrons sometimes and experience.

The story remains seemingly unchanged

Change being the deity of all.

[tajurba]

Trailers!!

A bit of bite to taste

And decide on the whole crate.

A glass or two at most

Forge an idea of the brand.

Comes down to probability then

Delivers or fizzles!

One half chance of each is true

For every throw cast.

Compiling the most engaging frames

The trailers come out a bang

A few minutes of foreplay to decide

If you wanna share the bed.

Comes down to probability again

Delivers or fizzles!

One half chance of each is true

For every throw cast then.

[tajurba]

We are finished!!

Every day inevitably wanes

The end follows then

Finishing off of the vibrant colours

Makes way for the bleakness and dark.

All good things must come to a close

Each interesting chapter to a finish!

We had a good run, arguably

And was fun while it lasted

At its peak, I'm sure we each

Dreamt of a lifetime of togetherness.

All good things must come to a close, though

Each fun filled sojourn to a finish!

Pressure of performance wilts the best

How mediocre mortals would fare?

Expectations and demands somehow assimilate

And the line thins out to a dot.

All great things must have a finale

Each marathon jog a finish line.

[tajurba]

DEMOCRACY

I told them this was overboard

To even think of, conceptualize

No one wanted to listen

They had their reasons

Each, way in the throes

Of their self-made heaven.

In the race to get there first

Corners, a lot, were cut

None thought to contemplate

The growing risk of pandemonium.

Not wanting to be the only sane adult

Responsible enough to keep,

All the hot blooded teenagers in line;

The sensible takes a breather,

Gives maturity a walk over.

So the common opinion can persist

No matter it seemed so wrong and unrealistic!

The crown wants what the crowd wants

Its needs so insanely volatile

And reason doesn't need to cover

The mob's euphoric version

Of the wrongs done by some ancestors

[tajurba]

Insecurity

All it takes is a moment

To disrupt, the precarious balance

A relationship stands in!

One moment of callous disinterest

And the frugal walls disintegrate

Into a thousand beads of nothing

Taking all the hopes and dreams alongwith!

Every step should be cautiously zealous,

Each reaction studiously perfected;

For the most pain is served by the very ones,

Who matter the most.

In the machinations of manipulators

The soul gets rendered and bloodied

Left with only impotent rage.

What use then, railing at the injustice?

Puppets to play with as they please,

Role the dice to seal the fate

Them that we call our own!

[tajurba]

Lives lived and not,

Finished at one stroke of the clock.

Dreams and hopes all dust,

Scattered in the winds of time.

-Kokil

[tajurba]

Until a spark lives, of the love once felt

No, you cannot discount the story!

Never can say for sure

When she'll just saunter back, to leave again!

-Kokil

[tajurba]

Life’s meaning is in the optimism,

Never should a moment pass without feeling it!

-Kokil

[tajurba]

No, we cannot control where we are born!

Does that mean we stop being humans at all?

-Kokil

[tajurba]

Common man and legend both though,

Still only blips in the continuum,

A pebble on the shore,

Of the ocean of existence.

-Kokil

[tajurba]

Life bests all,

Shows everyone their place!

Before the last breath is drawn.

-Kokil

[tajurba]

Tomorrow only feels rosy in thoughts.

It is today that takes the cake,

With the cherry on the top!

-Kokil

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