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My philosophy

  • Of free falling, letting go and silence...

    Oh I can feel as the gravity beckons me, 
    I can feel it's tug hard and pull ever so strong.
    Through each of the mattress, the bed, the air,
    And then finally the earth, where we all belong.
    If it's exhaustion or the moment of truth,
    I have to admit I'm afraid I just don't know.
    Right now all i really wanna be or do is,
    To just not fight it and be one with the flow.
    Ever managed to release yourself from,
    Chains of physical, spiritual or mental kind?
    With assistance of illegal susbstances, 
    Or meditation, got rid of the perennial bind?
    The free falling that musical legends mention,
    And the letting go that shrinks call panacea.
    Be one with darkness and silence together,
    You could close your eyes to get the idea.
    To be in the world and yet removed from it,
    Holds the precious key to my periodic salvation.
    Costs nothing but still returns enormous value,
    It's my most priceless spiritual vacation.
    Ah well, the commentary stops now, for now,
    I'm off to another journey within so deep.
    C'mon, it's not like I'm going to meet my maker,
    Just to the welcoming, rhythmic arms of sleep.

  • I need a parking spot

    In this bursting metropolis,

    Life is just an unending run.
    Through the stations of pause,
    wait and do, up until, 'done'.
    A drive here, a ride there,
    Always bumper to bumper traffic.
    Sometimes you just gotta walk,
    Days could be static or erratic.
    Amidst all this uncertainty,
    Routine helps me stay sane.
    Commute duration may vary,
    At least I stick to my lane.
    Times when I'm fickle with it,
    It's an open invite to trouble.
    Zipping encourages aggression,
    Or I could be headed into a rubble.
    Even when I make it back,
    I still can't seem to call it a day.
    In the mesh of parked vehicles,
    Some parked in my spot, or in the way.
    A child dreaming of adulthood,
    Surely isn't tricked hence by REM.
    How would the leaves branch out,
    After a pest attack to the stem?
    This isn't at all the life I wanted,
    I imagined an earthly place called home.
    It needs to be real sans superhero ,
    fairy godmother or gnome.
    I just long for my designated spot,
    For my vehicle and I.
    Come and go as I like or just,
    be still and watch life pass by.
  • Conversation with Self

    I rub my sleeve over the mirror,

    And the steam gets wiped clean,

    But I can't still see my reflection,

    Or the gleaming mirror's sheen.


    It's like there’s a fog in the distance,

    And clouds further beyond the fog,

    Sure it can try all of its might,

    But the sun shall really have to slog.


    Anyway, since the mirror's no good,

    I try to touch and feel my face,

    Yeah, everything seems quite alright,

    But something's certainly outta place.


    It's just a feeling, an instinct, rather,

    Do you know what I'm talking about?

    If the eyes hide an unspoken shame,

    The mouth's not going to call it out.


    Hang on there, I don't really get it,

    What's this unspoken shame u mention?

    I grew up sister, do you remember,

    I'm not an insolent child in detention?


    I'm practically flying amongst angels,

    With my permanent fixture - the halo,

    Since I'm kinda very high up there,

    All the fellow mortals seem, way low.


    Supposedly, I have the better life,

    My pasture, always the greener one,

    The past is full of achievements,

    And the present, just full of fun.


    Nah, that's just the brain fooling ya,

    U don't believe that's really the deal?

    At the end of the day, your choice,

    But why not have the truth revealed?


    The past is fine and the present would do,

    But the future's the real question mark,

    You don't have a plan, no clue at all,

    Trust me, it's going to be quite stark.

    What got you here, The Lord alone knows,

    You can confuse it with 'your' actions,

    You haven't really progressed in life,

    Not even moved ahead a mere fraction.


    You can call it contentment or destiny,

    As you choose either of the two pretence,

    You're really not fooling anyone else,

    I wouldn't call it the soundest defense.


    Being human is all about the action,

    Holding the verb right in your hands,

    Use it as a shovel, a sword or a pen,

    Whether it's your career or romance.


    Hmm, okay, you got a point there,

    But I'm not debating it's veracity,

    I put in all my might whatever I do,

    Sometimes the question is the capacity.


    There are just so many lessons to learn,

    The platter sometimes is about that full,

    Sometimes you just need to take a break,

    From the perpetual heart and mind duel.


    It certainly is no reason or type of shame,

    The eyes must have better things to hide,

    Don't be so hard on your poor self always,

    While you're on it, just enjoy the ride.


    The face is fine and so is the mirror,

    Sometimes it's just that the eyes are tired,

    For what we can't see, we tend to fear,

    To doubt ourselves, we seem to be wired.


    Take it easy my oh-so vulnerable sistah,

    I guess it's 'balance' u may wanna chase,

    Smile, cry, feel, think and all that you do,

    Just remember that life's really no rat race!