Scared

I am scared to step in now. I am scared that it will all come flooding in.  
It feels like trying to get in a door which has been long shut on me.  
It isn't just another place, just another city.  
It is your home, more so than mine is mine.  
It is the home that I wanted for me,  
More than I ever owned mine. 
I am scared to see the airport. I am scared to step out.  
I am scared to look around the way I used to, 
I know I will not see that blue, I know I will not see you.  
I am scared to step in their car 
I am scared that I will wait,  
For us to be alone 
Only together we will never be 
I am scared to see those places that they will try to show 
Those places that you took me to, which they will never know 
I am scared to eat a bite, scared to take a sip 
While every sense haunts me, with memories from each trip 
I am scared to know that 
Every second of each day 
You will be so close 
But will never cross my way 
I am scared to sleep those nights 
Alone with everyone 
Your arms will not engulf me 
Probably around someone 
I will be scared to come back here 
Back to this place 
This place that was mine 
Till you took it away

Let Me Be

Let me be

I know, I remember

can't accept, yes I falter

but in denial  

it is peace

for some time

for some days

let me be

Then truth must be looked at

right in the eye

no faltering, no comfort

can no longer deny

but that time is afar

till then let me be

before I face my time

before I leave the lie

let peace be awhile

let me look for my smile.

Their Trash, Their Treasure

Trash for a world,

Treasure for another

I stand by the street

As a silent observer

Filled with the unwanted,

Tossed in with disgust

Rifled for the needed

A boon to the cursed

Tiny hands look in me

Eyes glitter with joy

Sometimes a morsel

Or a broken toy

A toy with a story

A book old and torn

Of past full of glory

Yet those tiny hands hold them

And make them their own

A trashcan you say

As you walk away

Yet I see two worlds

Every single day

Look up

Non-conformism and Hateful Scorn are different things. Going through my facebook feed I noticed a few statuses/pictures scorning Mothers Day posts. Got me wondering, what is acceptable to these uber cool, sarcastic judges sitting on their self appointed e-social high grounds?

These are commonly scorned upon:

•        Selfies
•        Baby Pictures
•        Engagement/Wedding Pictures
•        Vacation Pictures
•        Food Made By Me Pictures
•        Political Views
•        Location Check-ins
•        Game requests

Today, Mothers Day posts were mocked, saying: "show her some real love, not on facebook." Wonder why these people think that if I put up a status for my mom, it is exhaustive for the amount of love I have for her and not exclusive of it.

What is the kind of content that they would approve of? It is interesting to think about what they really would talk about on their social networking profiles if not about what others have posted. Facebook/Twitter/Blogger and the likes have created this group of hateful people that mistake needless scorn for sarcasm.

It is a little sad to think that the first thought that comes to their head seeing a Mother’s Day post is that it is insincere. If you are busy looking down upon everything, you miss all the good stuff. Look up, be happy.

Stop and look...

Walking down a lonely road

I stop to look and think

My daily chores, the incessant monotone

Flashes by, and time goes in a blink

Each day of the week seems the same

A day to finish, and reach the next

Yet when we do, it starts again

And we trudge on, with tomorrow’s pretext

To life we add each day anew

Yet at the close, it seems to me

A day less, a day lost

To dreams that could be

A daily wait to leave my desk

A weekly wait for a weekend rest

The same cycle goes on and on

And then we see that months are gone

So stop awhile and look around

Look for dreams waiting to be found

For things that make your day worthwhile

For memories that would make you smile

Each day would add and multiply

To the wealth of life

And not pass you by

What we need

How did one figure out how to use soap.. or make it ? What to eat what not to eat? How to grow a crop? How to find electricity… ? Then you suddenly think about how we don’t have such revolutionary discoveries or inventions today, or at least none that we know of or appreciate. Brings me to think, is each generation dumbing down? Where are the Aryabhattas, the Newtons, the Shakespeares, the Da Vincis of today? (Please don’t judge the list, it’s random, and I’m too lazy to research and make a more comprehensive one..) So, on putting some thought and weighing against evolution, dominance of the stronger genes, that conclusion wouldn't be so true. Come of think of it, we’re really innovating in fields of technology, phones and video games to say the least. Then why don’t they impress us as much as inventing the telephone? Or making the first soap bar?

I think it is because, those innovations were need-driven. They solved a problem, as compared to ones now which are more luxury-driven. We already have a comfortable set of inventions, tools and sufficient knowledge. We know about gravity, we have electricity, we can do basic math and can easily communicate. Hence, the innovation today mostly seems an improvement.

Maybe to really create something revolutionary, one should start looking at questions that need to be answered, problems that need to be solved. From what I understand Need seems to be a bigger motivator than Luxury. Maybe when a seriously gifted and curious individual spends time in improvising an already good gadget or thinks he can be the next  Zuckerberg by some really cool idea, that genius is looking in the wrong direction.

There are many needs we still have to fulfill, they may seem altruistic, but they are problems that need to be solved. Maybe innovators probably need to look for a different motivation. Maybe a unique contribution.. to health, to education, to alternative energy models, to sustainable honest political models, to viable economic opportunities for all… Altruism might not equate to profit on face-value, but a need-driven innovation would probably be revolutionary, profit would then just be one of the perks. 

Think of it, I would always buy something that I need before something that I want.

A Fraction

A random conversation,

"So, you believe in life after a death ? a soul?"

"I like to. It's a possibility, one that I like."

"Heard of evolution? Believe in that?"

"Yes. But, what makes you think that, that is all? What if that is a sub-set?  What of beyond?"

It began. “How?” you ask..

“There must be a cause.”

But, now I ask that

If there was,

What brought that there?

What caused the cause?

The more I think,

The more I blink,

In confusion and in clarity

The more I know,

The more I grow,

The more I learn of my naiveté

 We learnt that one

Was where it begun

The smallest ever count could be

But, part by part

Later we learnt

That one was what

They yearn to be

What we know now

Is Less than one

A fraction of infinity

This poem seems incomplete... befitting I think.