at the signal

Red light,
Green light
and the Yellow light..
of i reached
the crowded signal
hastily pushing past vehicles
swiftly dragging across lines..
mind was tense
a green light if it were,
i could move past
this chaos faster..
red light if it were
i would need to stop
lose time, lose the pace..
nevertheless i can
spend some time
taking stock of where i went wrong
and decide on how to drive forward..
But in the end
when i reached the cross road,
it was neither Red nor Green
it was this pale YELLOW
which i hate
Unsure whether i need to slow down
or whether i need to keep going!
This confusing yellow light
which makes good drivers
prone to accidents..

two beautiful women

Today was a double delight. Sethu appeared with the good news that she is joining her new job tomorrow. She sounded so happy and I was delighted. That is such a wonderful news. Then I read about Priti Maitihl the daughter of an MP labourer who is going to become an IAS officer. She secured 92nd rank for IAS.
To me, these were two contrasting but equally gratifying piece of news. Two women who stood against the many odds against them and emerged colourful in achieving their dreams. Very inspiring.. I am sure they will make it really big because these souls who brought down all the walls on their way cannot rest one fine day and their light has bigger destinies to be fulfilled

dare to live

it was dark

and heavy rain

there was thunder

there was lightning

wind was furious

wind, smashing everything on its way

my feet were rising from beneath

as if they were paper plates

i held on from being blown away

held on to the small poles,

to the tiny ropes which was on my way

clasped on whatever i could

clinged on whatever i could

those moments

it reminded of all the sins

seemed as if others were laughing

at this circus of life

all those whom i thought

were the dearest ones

and for all the sane acts in life

the storm, though still alive the furiousity,

it whittled with time
it whittled with my heartbeat
it whittled with the pieces of my heart

untill there was calmness and peace

and this endless silence

i was scared and numb because of my yesterday

but yes, i was alive for future

i waited for the dawn

to live another day, another life

yes, i knew the brightest of the sun

it will rise again

the awakening

I hear the alarm ring
one I switch it off
two it rings again
three I switch it off
four it screams again
five I turn the phone itself off

After 20 mints the reality explodes
from somewhere deep within me
the reality that I have a job
and I have to act responsibly
I wake up still confused
"why did I keep three alarms yest night ?"
"didn't I know that I will switch off all the three ?"
"afterall, it was not the alarm which woke me up!"
"would n't this explosion from within have waken me up
even otherwise ?".....

Alarms, aren't they just make-believes?
Shouldn’t the real awakening come from within?
I wondered whether my soul already knew this..
to be deaf to the fake voices
and to wake up only to the spiritual tunes of life...