Fraying thought stencils
You're the cause for all my unease;
In quiet desperation, I ask
Is there no release?
The same flood of thoughts
I can smell them rotting
Is it their own nature
Or the frequency in which you're generating?
I realize that it's time
Time to splash some water on my face.
Those stencils I need to destroy,
Or atleast replace.

In her head, Possibility did an enchanting dance.
Yet she gave it only half a glance.
She was tempted to see;
If it were meant to be;
But she refused to give it a chance.

She had a decision to take,
something she felt was at stake.
Behind the thin lace curtain
Lay a future slightly uncertain;
Freedom, for now, was a thing she could not forsake.

I go in search of a Saturday,
when I have sunday as my present.
The promise of a sunday is sweeter,
Once at top there's only descent.

Ah Mysore!

A certain laid back charm
That cannot be resisted;
A delicious calm
that has persisted.

The authors' description
Immaculately vibrant.
To flutter rapidly,
My heart does not seem hesitant.

Maybe I'm a dumb romantic,
but I seem drawn to the idea of you, damn it.
It would be a shame if I don;t get to know you
Because, well we seem like a perfect fit..:)

The kinda people

Some people are extremely wise,
Few are capable of uttering clever lies.
There are some with a specific skill,
A special talent, if you will;
Others are just kinda nice.

Some people never stay mute,
Few avoid all dispute.
There are a few with a lovely face,
A special charm, a certain grace;
Others are just kinda cute.

Some people love with all their heart,
Few never stop once they start.
Some have an IQ of a genius,
A whiz kid about to turn devious,
Others are just kinds smart.

Some people are very neat
A few are impossible to beat.
There are some who can cause little harm,
Kindness is their only charm,
Others are just kinda sweet.

The kinda people always say,
'Extreme is not for us, okay?'
We can't be absolutes, try as we might,
Our world is not merely black and white;
We take pride in being shades of grey.

We are a bit of everything, don't you see?
Kind, nice and smart to a certain degree
So what if we don't have a single trait in abundance,
We have it all at once,
That's as great as it could be.'

To fulfill their dreams, they won't drop
everything else in a blink.
But that doesn't mean they'll let them sink;
They're hardly mediocre, even if they're not a hit,
Oh and come to think of it,
This poem is kinda good , don't you think?

Overworked and Underloved: Story of an average woman.

A buzz of activity around me
I always find myself at the centre.
People are always in constant touch,
But to the depth of my heart rarely do they enter.

'you're resourceful and skilled,
We need you', they all say.
I wonder if I get to hear
' We want you', one fine day.

I may work like a well oiled machine,
Catering to my family's every need.
Without wasting a breath I meet deadlines
So that in my career to I succeed.

It's tough being a woman,
Getting stretched in infinite ways.
But a part of me still believes
I'll get some love, maybe some space. 

Assorted mush-2

Despite all the coaxing, the old worry refuses to move,
It is one lazy feeling.
New worries will fall into the same groove,
I can forget any hope of healing.

Sometimes, life can get a certain way,
There's one task after another, you can't resist.
Some days all I seem to do
is cross off a to-do list.

This time, I won't stare at the fog
I'll try to clear it as it's nearing.
Yes, I'm still the same frog,
But the walls are slowly disappearing.

When my mind starts to overwork,
All I do is skip a meal.
'Ah! You clever girl' , my brain smirks,
now hunger is all it can feel.

Even as my unconscious plots to shatter me,
I'm sweeping feelings under the rug.
The pile gets bigger, I'm in denial,
Yes, I've caught the anxiety bug.

I want.
I want , to savour;
Life, kindly move at a slower pace.
I want, to remember;
My palms always run out of space.

I want, to be accepted;
don't mistake my apparent empty glance.
I want, to reach out,
To grab that second chance.

I want, to be present;
Engaged in the here and now.
I want, to be soothing,
Almost figured out the 'how'.

While I'm wanting these wants,
Time slips away;
Leaving me with half a moment,

To utter an inaudible 'hey'.

Assorted Mush

I'm fuzzy about a thing or two,
but I don't need a corner to hide.

Soon I'll visit the place my questions disappear to.
Then I won't be so blurry inside.

The foulness of an open drench,and the reeking garbage I can face.
I'm okay with the familiar stench, it is better than the smells I can't place.

A flood of thoughts around me,Inviting me to take a plunge.
I see ,hear and observe,Happy ,just to be a big sponge.

It's out there ,almost attainable,I need to allow life to take a new turn.
But with me it's inevitable,Soon I'll go ahead and fall into the same pattern.

Every quality exists in us ,they say.'Choosing among them is up to you.'
But my mind switches so quickly among them, Giving me a heads up is the least it can do.

There once was a time

There once was a time when power cuts at night acted like catalysts triggering bonding sessions with the family , welcomed every once in a while.It was a common tradition in our house to sit around the candle light listening to tales of Mahabharatha and Ramayana narrated by ajji or sit in the balcony overlooking the temple with cool breeze on our faces and songs on our lips. We were content just to look at the night sky, hanging out as a family.Soon it became an event to look forward to.Now with the UPS joining as an extended member of the family, power cuts are hardly noticeable let alone exciting.The lights continue to burn while the candles rot away in the drawers.

There once was a time when going to the movies thrilled us not because it was rare but because it meant more than ten people clearing their schedule to spend some quality time together. A large bag containing all types of goodies would be smuggled into the theater.the most unbelievable part ,of course, was that not a single phone would be used by any of us.. even during interval.RDB, aptamitra ,jackie,angels and demons, lifu ishtene are some of the movies I shall forever remember not because of the content but because of the company I had. Now it's been reduced to checking out a movie just because one's bored!Bah!

There once was a time when shopping , especially for clothes, was done solely during the festivals .i'm glad to say that the celebrations of festivals themselves haven't altered much in our house except for the 'acchu' preparation during 'sankranti'.This being said we are slowly losing the spirit that drove us crazy with excitement during these festivals. Nothing huge has altered ,the food is just as delicious, the decorations just as merry and the mantras just as soothing and clear but something seems amiss. 'The key to re create the magic is to continue the tradition without fail, every year, for ages to come' my mother says. I sure hope she's right.

There once was a time when ''who's up for a game of 'lock and key' or 'pillar to pillar' would be met with the same excitement as playing 'road rash' or 'hocus pocus'.We were not ready to trade an hour spent playing outdoor games to an extra hour of computer games.there was a perfect balance.It was a time when buying 'Bangalore' in 'The Business' gave you actual pride and teaming up for carrom was considered quite a serious affair. Even 'passing the message' was hilarious.
Now with people getting entangled the 'web' literally, spending hours together in solitary existence, gone is the hearty laughter only to be replaced by splitting headaches.

I was so lucky to have been born in the '90s .We truly did have the best of both worlds in our childhood.

Let's make sure that kids born in the 21st century need not solely depend on technological simulation for fun...with a word or two thrown in smugly about the good old days, of course!