What am I here for?
Is there a destination for this journey that I am undertaking? I realize slowly that…
Moving from one thought to another,
I am but a seed in a storm.
Never ending battle, I realize
As the storm rages inside
Traversing from a point to another.
Life, a straight path, it ought to be;
A curved path, it is in confusion,
Sifting the days, corners in procession.
What’s my true purpose ? I wail out aloud,
It pains to hear what i did, my lord.
Sinner I am ! My hearts emotionally warns,
Umpteen mistakes i made and make
World walks by, sympathy and scorn galore.
A thousand distractions, a thousand options,
My heart needs one but seeks another.
Should i do what i should or what i seek ?
I am but a pawn in nature’s own reel.
A day arrives, this day to remember.
Transcends all, shames and corrects my path
Alas, the day’s effect is long worn,
defiant i was, nature cunningly won.
The magician, the wand, a motion.
The straight wand sways to a curve.
This simple, unassuming life of mine
curves, with the sway of nature’s line.
|Picture Courtesy : The Idealist|
The more society develops, the more backward it becomes in its core values. Mankind moves ahead with technology and systems that make him better and faster, yet losing his identity and sanity in the process . We continue spending the same number of hours daily. Is progress actually working against us emotionally, mentally and physically too ?
Thinking at the speed of light,The mind feels no height.The way ahead may be ablaze,Alas, but it does feel a haze.“Why?” asked the innocent brain,-I process more than I can chew.Arithmetic, politics and emotion,What you process is what I feed.Human mind, you are complex,By practice and not by birth.Your capabilities leave some to think,Your trivialities cause others to blink.Neural networks and fuzzy logic,Exactly a truth, yet also maybe a lie.I learn, for that, I am gratefulI am disabled and yet so powerful.A weight assigned, A weight reduced.You are what you decide and create.You make the story, the lawyer and the juryHuman, I convict, acquit and rebuke.Human brain, I placate thee,For you are the supreme in me.Impression does matter, my lord,For I follow your right, will and judgement
Unpredictable ! Yes, with slight and hurt.
They tear you apart from within.
Attacking others when provoked,
Emotions are crazy creatures left alone.
Yet a strength they do give,
forever a power to achieve.
Passionate men treading about know,
Emotions are what keep them afloat.
Aha, we cannot be controlled,
For the whims of men are aplenty.
Once controlled, man loses direction,
Just to become a powerless powerful robot.
This was a small snippet that i created for the SP Jain’s (SPJIMR, Mumbai) Group Interview Round.
Seven was the number,
“Impossible” – the task remember.
Intellects and Leaders rise,
for we hold our dice in a thrice.
PS : There were seven people in my Group Interview and hence the number
The mind is at war,
The war is ever-ending, yet never-ending.
While it is Yes sometimes,
It is naught other times.
There is no incumbent, there is no permanence.
Life is but temporal, one might say.
The philosopher and the devil fight,
Day in and day out, Victor thy rise.
Philosophers deem their principles right,
Mind rules over matter,
Matter, thou must be present,
To make this sane philosopher right.
What is right and what is wrong ?
The devil or the philosopher,
It all depends on You, my child.
The loving child of humanity.