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My philosophy - Page 2

  • Kindness is not a virtue!

    Never say ‘yes’ when u wanna say ‘no’,
    Listen to your heart, ‘n what it has to say, know.
    For never in a bargain, you get gold,
    In this market called world, where emotions are sold.

    Use your head if you have one; put it to good use,
    Don’t knock on ur heart’s (door), its overworked, abused.
    For in matters of life and issues like love,
    Kindness isn’t a virtue; the symbol of danger not of two doves.

    A ‘no’ can only make you feel guilty of not saying ‘yes’,
    But at least of not putting your heart under duress!
    While a ‘yes’ shall fetch you a life full of regret,
    Centuries of wasted emotions, tears and sweat.

    Kindness is a need, for the ‘day to day’ life,
    But becomes a luxury, when choosing your man or wife.
    You become a pauper if you practice your virtue,
    While you stay a prince (ss) if you close ur eyes on ur feelings true.

    So choose what u wanna be in life, a pauper or a prince,
    Forgimme for I say frankly, my words I do not mince.
    I have used my heart and head, both in this advice,
    For listening to my heart once, I’ve paid a heavy price!

  • …Two Parallel Lines!

    In times of trouble, by each others’ side,

    Happy times meant a nice joyful ride

    They liked to be called “Friendly dark lines”

    They were what you call two parallel lines.


    Each a strong line, not to be blurred,

    At times when weak, one ‘o them silently suffered,

    They shared a lot which stretched thru time,

    They were what you call two parallel lines.


    The friendship was altered, feelings progressed,

    One by one their love was expressed,

    The ride continued though love traveled miles,

    They were what you call two parallel lines.


    Other lines they knew expressed their surprise,

    “Love is expensive, one ‘o you has to pay a huge price”,

    Desperate to test it, whether it meant charges or fines,

    They were what you call two parallel lines.


    The price was heavy, their course they had to alter,

    Carefully intersect at a point no chance to falter.

    Alas, we know the fate of intersecting lines is not very fine,

    They were what you call two parallel lines.


    To intersect ‘n to stay parallel means blur ness of entity,

    To one ‘o them a complete loss of identity,

    Now, they can either part or move line on line,

    If they still wanna be called two parallel lines!

  • She loves me, she loves me not

    medium_gal_in_mirror.jpgWorking hard, she’s doing all fine,

    Busy at work from nine to nine,

    She might ignore her health, and at times also friends,

    In the world, away from it, are her happy moments,

     Pride of her family, apple of their eyes,

    She doesn’t need answers to life’s “Whys?”

    She gained confidence and self-respect,

    She realizes, life couldn’t have been more perfect,

    Success is incidental, and makes her smile,

    She’s putting in her bit, so her life’s worthwhile!

    Smiling faces, twinkling eyes are all she can see,

    Oh, this world is just the right place for her to be.

    She’s got potential; she’s tapping it all right,

    Life, like this, and there can be no fight.

    Hard worker, oh she’s one of them,

    So, finally happy with Me and not at all glum!

     Oh she loves me, she definitely does,

    But what, when life’s not thus?


    There seems no work, that demands her attention,

    Talk of significant people misses her mention,

    What does health mean? she loses all its concern,

    She’s soon forgetting all that she took time to learn.

    Family still supports her, friends still say “Hi”,

     ‘Now’, it seems is the best time to die.

     Others may respect her but, she’s losing it for herself,

    There isn’t any more ‘Confidence’ attached to ‘Self’.

     She can’t put in any efforts, she’s afraid to try,

    Tap of her potential, is now running dry.

    Life’s upsetting and the world is a sad place,

     Inhaling sobs, she’s exhaling disgrace!

     Guess she needs a doctor, she should see a shrink,

    But nothing shall help, she knows, when sits down to think.

    There’s no one else she wants to blame,

    But, ‘Mirror’, to her mind comes the only name.

     Yeah, she doesn’t love me anymore,

    Rather blame, other options she should explore!


    As of now, it’s a love-hate relationship,

    Love me when life’s high; hate me when it’s taking a dip.

     But am I to be blamed, the one responsible?

     “No” is the answer from any person a little sensible.

    ‘She’ is the culprit, any which way you see,

    I’m just a reflection of how she chooses to be.

     In the ever truthful mirror, as an image I reside,

    At all times, it’s Me by her side!

     I guess she should just love me, the way I do,

    Life uncertain, the world unjust, only my love is true!