FAR TOO NEAR

How far could you go?

To erase the lines of destiny,

To delete the first two letters of the word Impossible,

To change the ways the next 24 hours would bend.R

Really, how far could you go?

Aware deep in your heart that,

Time will always defeat you by just half a step.

With the knowledge of a likely loss,

Struggle to try a win.

With faulty shaky legs,

Strive to walk straight on a thin rope dangling in air.

Really, how far could you go?

To put an end to the possibilities of impossible,

And finally finish the limits of limit.

To be that boundless wave with no fixed rhythm,

And the seconds hand of a clock leading time itself.

Really, how far could you go?

To believe this illusion,

To dream an unstretchable dream,

To put yourself above all, even God sometimes.

But then…think about all of this…

Close your eyes and perform the act,

An act where you alone will be a performer and spectator,

Smile as you see yourself the winning warrior,

Yes…you have gone far enough.

Yes…yes…yes...far enough to get closest to you.

WHY I DO???WHATEVER I DO.

I write because…it’s my bread and butter.
I sing so that…unwanted crowd stays away from me.
I analyze because…I like boasting about being the calculative kind.
I praise others because…I care for the flattering acts in return.
I smile often because…I don’t make sense of anything that my fellow speaker is trying to explain.
I reject a dress often because…I know I need to lose some pounds before I flaunt it.
I stay tight lipped because…I too do lose out on words.
I get angry because…I need some more pampering.
I nod with a smile at office because…in advertising the client is God and I cannot afford to tell him ‘Get yourself checked if you do not like that IDEA!!!’
I often don’t take calls because… You didn’t take my call a day back…and I want you to know how it feels.
I like shopping because…I go for it only after a drastic weight loss and the thought of getting easily into that halter dress without any pain, gives me the ultimate ego boost.
I still sometimes read Enid Blyton because …it’s easy and nice to think that the bad tempered doll finally learnt a lesson when the green eyed goblin punished her. The idea of Bad meets bad lifts your spirits somehow.
I call a girl a B-I-T-C-H because…she purely deserves to be called by that name.
I am mean because…I purely love showing my dark side too.
I am good because…that’s me mostly, truly and I like doing good…even overdoing it sometimes.
I am writing this note because…I have run out on ideas for the day.
You are reading this note because…you have a lot of time to spend on unnecessary rumblings…

Anyways that’s my note for the day…Thanks for your time. Now Run… and Earn!!!

AS I REST

Far from separation,
Away from turmoil
I nurture a dream
That I call mine.

No reality, neither delusions of the prime
No limitations, till the end of time.

A dream that stays veiled
Away from the white and the dark peers
No measure of how pure its survival
Away from the evaluations weighing on smiles and tears.

I call it mine
In dark and sunshine
Its flaw isn’t crime, its sanctity my silent rhyme.

A dream that awakens
When a pair of eyes rest
A dream that progresses
When I go back to slumber nest

I may deceive this dream
But the dream is an honest friend
I promise I shall be a more faithful partner
But life is a tricky sea; its waves may force my promises to bend.

I am going back to sleep
Its time you light up my dark
Till the first ray brightens my soul
Stay my friend; give my imaginations a new start.