The Confused Soul

To believe or not,

Stay in or walk out,

For in my world contempt,

There is bliss with no regrets,

I am not a believer, never was,

Nor had faith or hopes

Of ever being involved in such a cause,

It is a rough mountain, not a sliding slope,

I have seen sorrows

Of broken hearts,

Pain and endless weeps,

And the unbearable part,

They say, "You can't die alone"

Is it worth it? I wonder,

Taking the risk

Of believing,

Believing can lead to pain,

Believing can be the gain,

I stand alone confused,

Whether to believe or not.......

Crippled

Crippled in, crippled out,

He begs for sympathy,

Yearning for hearts stout,

These hearts with no empathy,

People running the race of life,

Would never know,

Nor understand,

Why he can't work,

Why he can't walk and run

Like others in their races,

Some would give him a coin or two,

And he in return would pray for them,

In the pavement in front of the bank,

He sits and watches,

How people walk in and out,

Smiling faces,

Again,

The vicious cycle starts,

And he begs, begs and begs.

The 'Happy' Me :D

Here is a thought that has been struck in my head all week, I should write about happy things or cheerful moments that I happen to come across. Recently when I went through my past blog posts, I realized that it was too melancholic. The stressful period I went through during the past couple of years might have been the reason for that, I don't know, but what is more important is that now I am happy. My life has been pretty great lately. I have a cool job (as a journalist :P), I get paid, I pay my bills. Life right now is pretty good :D So, here goes my first happy poem after a long time.....

Waking up to the shining sun,

The urge to scream and away I run,

Greeting the day with an innocent smile,

Finally this is me on my happy aisle,

Gone are the times melancholy,

I laugh all day cherishing my jolly,

Teasing everyone in where ever I go,

My friends call me a cartoon show.

It feels like the sea breeze,

Refreshing and pure,

This felicitous feeling and life's ease,

It is my wounded soul's cure,

Twinkling in their glittery patterns,

Now at night, I see the stars,

I wonder, "Where where they before?",

Hidden in the darkness of past's scars.

My heart laments no more,

Over broken promises and fate's hurdles,

For after many falls I learned to move on,

Happiness is a choice, I choose to be.

Yet Another Day at Another Boring Lecture.........

Needless to say that the lecture was so boring that it made me write this during that lecture :P 

Yet another Friday and here I am,

The same class, the same exact seat,

This time it is terrorism,

And separatist Tamil fleet.

The lecture goes on at its own pace,

Soaked in boredom, I gaze and gaze

Projector slides, the rusted ceiling fan,

Fighting sleep, trying to grasp what I can,

"It is a one sided narrative", complains my friend

With remarks of annoyance,

"I wasn't paying attention", I say,

I think of my education and my mother's sacrificial pay

My conscience starts blaming me,

The value of education and its glorious grand,

There is still a part of me that wants to learn

Outsmarted by the promising words of boredom.