Fitting in..

Reaching out towards the world I felt,

Will I be able to fit in with it,
Will it see me the way I am or the way it wants to see,
Have I the charm to enchant your elite,
The beauty, to have men fall at my feet,
The demeanor, the wit to sway you my way,
The intelligence to hear you and say what to say,
I doubted my ability to mix and converse with sense,
I second guessed myself, oh! more than once,






I reached out to a book, lying on the shelf..


I felt like myself....

Calling veto

It’s always been about you
It’s always been that way for me
My problems always overlooked
I have always been you caddie

I hear, every dog has its day,
But you think of me as less.
Not even once my issues noticed,
My troubles are cataloged as stress.

You ask me to see the bigger picture
Like my emotions were burdens
The way you oppress my life and matters
It’s no less then bludgeons

All I asked was for respect
All I wanted was to be cared
But in your self-indulgent acts
Too pathetic this was declared

I was there for you, coz that’s what we do,
I am not reliant or a parasite,
I am not the one, who needs you,
You are a scrounger downright.

Free in my mind of all the bounds
I am not going to ask another time
My time, my emotions and attentions
Are whether you know or not sublime

I gave you time and all my heart
But time passes by in haste
I will keep my heart to myself now
I call veto on its waste

Happy today

Just wait till that happens,

Now, wait till you get this.

Be happy on that day,

Till then just delay bliss.

Don’t celebrate this moment,

Good things are yet to come.

Rite now is not the time,

Don’t be so naive and then some.

Does the above sound familiar,

Do you hear it all the time?

People bringing each other down,

Like happiness is a crime.

Nothing can jinx the future,

Its greats can not be harmed.

Let yourself beam today,

With the present, be charmed.

Work hard but with a smile,

When people sadden you, just say,

Let me be, oh! Lemme be,

I’m ganna be happy today.

I know all about it all depending on the future and being stuck in a messy situation,

Where any kind of happiness leads to guilt and celebrations of the smallest kind seem premature.

But more than that when I see my life I feel hopeful and joyous, yes, it all does depend on the future.

But I believe I’ll achieve it. I’m putting in all the hard work, there is no reason to get paranoid. I’ll never be 21 again when it’s the month of march, so this unique time of my life and the radiance that surrounds me deserves a smile or two.

As for “what’ll people say”, they are all just as clueless about life as me, weather they know it not. So why take their word over mine.

I’m not going to be one of those, who wait for life to happen.

Life is this, here, right now and I love it. Do you?

Taste of winning

While shifting from my old room I found an old diary, that I had presumed lost,
Was exceedingly happy, to locate it.
It’s full of my old poems, and stories. This one is a poem written on august 7th 2002.
I believe I was a little naïve then but full of hope, something that spells magic to me now.

Taste of winning
Why think the glass is half empty,
You know there is hope;
You know you can still make it,
You know you can cope;

Before taking his 1st step,
A child has to crawl;
In the process of learning to walk,
Every child has to fall;

Giving up is not an option,
It just does not exist;
In the end the winner is that,
Who struggles and persists;

Just get your act together and show
In yourself some faith;
Everything will fall in place and
You will build your own fate;

Triumph will come to you, whatever ..
Task you take, do it;
Victory tastes much sweeter when you
Add some spice of struggle to it;

Persist and work hard sincerely,
In the rat race keep running;
Failure, struggle and rejection only,
Build up the taste of winning;