Oh, but this life’s a stage
An arena where we need to play our characters
Knowingly, unknowingly, selfishly, selflessly
Some tragic, some adventurous, some romantic and peaceful
Some quite strenuous, some flexible and effortless
Some adding value to another character
We perform our roles as artists- amateur or experienced,
As hero, heroine, villain or a small supporting role.
but even that calls for changes,
The best part of it and the worst part of it
We don’t get to play the same part forever….
However magnificent or inferior it is
The world of performance drives change….
And we are forced to believe in that change
Else what would make us go forward?
But what about the original behind the mask?
Does that change colors?
Or does it stay behind the infinite walls of the mind?
At the end of the stage play, we are judged by our performance
Excellent, bad, wonderful, or trash!
What would I be rated at last?
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
FRIENDS II
‘I’ll be there for you’ of Rembrandts used to be the exact feeling that I had about friendship
In fact most of the people around us would agree
Parents said ‘keep a distance’- just to ensure that we don’t get hurt
But we reprimanded them for saying that
We were basking in the intimacy with our gang of friends
The best days spent together
The worst days of fighting over things
And the glory of getting back together again
School, Tutions, Hostel, College, Workplace, Neighbours, College bus, train, bus stop and where not
We had friends all the way…. girls, boys and kids, uncles and aunties………
Some of them were with you, through thick and thin
Some surprise friendships stayed; and we thought it won’t last
Some faded away with time,
And some still kept in touch, in spite of distance
Some left us- no explanations, pain or regret,
Will I tell my kids the same things?
Will I let them be ‘I’ll be there for you’ to their friends?
Well, I still have few for whom I still sing ‘I’ll be there for you’
Life has not been that hard….but….you never know……….
In fact most of the people around us would agree
Parents said ‘keep a distance’- just to ensure that we don’t get hurt
But we reprimanded them for saying that
We were basking in the intimacy with our gang of friends
The best days spent together
The worst days of fighting over things
And the glory of getting back together again
School, Tutions, Hostel, College, Workplace, Neighbours, College bus, train, bus stop and where not
We had friends all the way…. girls, boys and kids, uncles and aunties………
Some of them were with you, through thick and thin
Some surprise friendships stayed; and we thought it won’t last
Some faded away with time,
And some still kept in touch, in spite of distance
Some left us- no explanations, pain or regret,
Will I tell my kids the same things?
Will I let them be ‘I’ll be there for you’ to their friends?
Well, I still have few for whom I still sing ‘I’ll be there for you’
Life has not been that hard….but….you never know……….
Hibernation
The period of hibernation is over,
With renewed energy, the blogger embarks on another journey…..
The hibernation was to concentrate on new things,
New things that the body and mind had to get adjusted
Adjustment to varied things that the ram was aware of
Yet kept aside until the thirteenth hour
The fire in the ram is too powerful for the others
Not that it burns or hurts anyone who draws closer
But the ones who cannot take it move away
The horns of the ram are just for caution,
But the ends are blunt
The impulsiveram is not a perfect writer
These words are just an expression of the ram's worst fears and profound joys
Just like the name, it comes on impulse,
Just on impulse
With renewed energy, the blogger embarks on another journey…..
The hibernation was to concentrate on new things,
New things that the body and mind had to get adjusted
Adjustment to varied things that the ram was aware of
Yet kept aside until the thirteenth hour
The fire in the ram is too powerful for the others
Not that it burns or hurts anyone who draws closer
But the ones who cannot take it move away
The horns of the ram are just for caution,
But the ends are blunt
The impulsiveram is not a perfect writer
These words are just an expression of the ram's worst fears and profound joys
Just like the name, it comes on impulse,
Just on impulse
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