Hello Virtuosity & Social Media,

You own a place in a human's life as its very easy to access the net and be a part of moments people so lovingly share on platforms like Facebook, Pinterest, WhatsApp etc.

Promises happen, events are inked for presence that lead to no showing up on D-days. Its very easy & convenient to mark a presence to add on to the number of likes one gets. The ego gets a boost to a lukewarm attendance when all one needs is a familiar face in the crowd.

We brew our acknowledgement from a distance yes. There to dazzle a star in his or her achievements. Worlds are colored with a splash of comments emanating deep emotions that touch the heart.

Show up & all one witnesses uncomfortable silences or conversations that get lost in barge-ins of social media tools. Free flowing & undisturbed talks are the things of the past, thanks to you :).

Forever ...

A beautiful lie you are baby

raising the bar of hope for lovers

and also lowering spirits in the ill-fated lobby

of souls who are nothing but relentless grievers.

Munchkins grown old remain kids

for the parental stock that has no expiry dates

but a favorite concept you are for their eyelids

come what may yes for them it all just inflates.

An illusion so elusive in the dictionary

all of misery & friendship that surges & shrinks

in its glory cause change which is so customary

challenges even the political decks.

Rejoice still as all is not lost

let’s work instead towards a moment that lasts till it can

as life is the best form of boost

any human should always fan.

Basant Panchami..

O eyes sparkled to a new glow
In the lap of the yellow hue of bliss
Fortifying each particle of life so anew
As if it was nothing but nature's best kiss.

Smells of freshness spread its wings wide
Filling pockets of life to another threshold of activity
That soared the heart to an eclectic tide
Flowing back & forth in indefinable gaiety.

Days come & go but you hold your own
Every time guiding the spirit of fortitude
To blend beautifully that none can disown
but adapt to its gentle & serene quietude.

Who Are We To Judge???

The predicament of security and a place in a man's world seems hangs loose yet again. Its a wait of eternity or a loony thought of sabotage who knows. 

A girl cannot be alone for onlookers or world is it? It should not be a heinous crime. Either the society sees her as an alien or the biggest misfit in the colossal network of society where couples, friends and family hang out together. Oh maybe she is not dating or dumped? Or waiting for her better half or just having a lone time as family expects her to be in school or office so she escaped early to be where she is? Each move is monitored. Observation is different from judging hell yes.

Within minutes she is the cynosure of all eyes of intrigue, mockery, eve teasing, judgments & more. Attire, body language, accessories are questioned verbally or subconsciously.

Why isn't a man ever questioned for his solitary outing? As a society are we helping our species or creating roadblocks that is one question each one of us should ask. Each girl deserves a care free moment of will at a place of her choice.

Cheers!

Sip by sip chilling the insides 

desires take a new turn

not one but in all of the sides

one could feel a blissful burn.

Tongues needed no facelift 

as eyes do the talking

raising a toast so swift

only boozers were rocking.

To each his own twas a gamble

laid out in the open so raw

totally submerging to a mumble 

that few could draw.

Celebration or a turf of gloom

alcohol seems is the answer for loony tunes

filling their soulful glasses of doom

which critics curse as if they are misfortunes.

It makes one beg borrow or steal

for a neverending fix of chums

corporate or simply a friendly deal

then none can turn down this heavenly mix for gums.

All is not lost if taken under control

cause Samaritans its a boon for health

so lets take it right to make it roll

Cheer it up yes so it can increase life's length.

Revolutionary Pedaling …

Getting in the groove of spokes

the wind blew away jokes

of life that teased the blokes

so overloaded with useless cloaks.

Cycling away blues of the past

commuters ran in the mast

of gay abandon with a cast

that enthralled the internal and obvious audience so vast.

Landscapes and milestones sketch pictures

on minds filled with overtures

lying on the dermis of conjectures

caused by timely bumping into godly creatures.

Riding with the desire of good health

mostly grooms mental wealth

of ideas propelling less of filth

and maybe more for good of commonwealth.

Going green has its perks

for wheels full of monetary jerks

thus lowering worries of high paid clerks

so lets save neighborhoods & its people from going berserk.

Corporate Tuning ...

The strumming of the strings evokes music for the ears. The tune depends on the way one plays them. A two way game of both hands hence the age-old adage holds true that two is company when churning out a rhythm. The guitar delicate yet powerful holds its own once played to emit a jingle to enthuse a sense of harmony, fulfillment and cheer.  The right fixing up of the nylon or steel strings conjures the melody of choice. The guitarist is the sole nurturer and creator to make it a masterpiece or a flawed piece of art. It turns out to be a musical boom or just noise for the ears depends fully on its creativity. It takes a lot of time and effort to induce the best mix. It demands a lot of hard work, learning, experimentation and perseverance for the desired composition. Hours of labor can go wrong or beautify simply. The finger-picking technique on the instrument is the key so that the tune is developed for mass appeal.

Likewise, an amateur or a trainee or fresher is just like the guitar in the hands of a leader or a manager of any firm or organization. The makings of that human are understood post interaction and working closely. The guitarist aka trainer, leader/manager/CEO knowing the key skills of the respective individual may weave or mar the abilities. The person of authority reaps the dividends by touching the right strings to perfection if done selflessly. It’s like playing the untamed, untrained, immature cards well to achievement. It’s an assortment of exposing different moods of melody to the world.  The apt exposure on the corporate turf rings in the triumph one so deserves, post a guiding push from the senior or stalwart of experience.  Melodious songs are remembered more cause of its composition, style of presentation and approach. The individual eventually shapes up for overall good of the conglomerate nucleus. Pull him/her down or chisel the abled strings, is the choice everyone has each passing minute of our lives. 

Roots & Bloom ...

A line so deep in the soul’s pit

acting like a scaffolding of a building

off and on it cohabits

modestly structuring the mass  of a sapling.

Humans or plants dispel the gospel of strength

if chock-full with the ethereal geneses

thus blossoming the over growth

so as to rekindle the lying recourses.

The background completes the portrait

belonging to a specific template

see sawing between heaven and hell as a trait

that eventually dies a natural death at his gate.

Flourish O wild flower of will

with or without the apt condition

canoodling the soil of skill

so to alter into life’s best rendition.

A Shadow of Symphony ...

A shadow of symphony alights from nowhere

circling in the environs of harmony

where the faces are not grim anymore

and the byword is pure matrimony.

The melody descends on the unloved

transforming each one of its beings

in the halo of love simply derived

to plug in the unfilled corners of feelings.

An outline so clear

with the enthusiastic beat so joyous

in the corporate gleam of arrears

as then the tune of success is humungous.

O Yes, its a musical shade of masterpiece indeed

decorated in the lap of the poor

simply jingles all the way if the breed

opts to stay happy still, on the moor.

Divas ...

Ah! address a name and silence descends

such is the effect of personas so great

appealing not one but all, the aura extends

into a trance like effect so neat.

O! then actions speaketh louder

and words take a back seat

as it’s a turf of the charmers

that charm as if a visual treat.

'A' day is never enough

cause the godly portraits are a rarity

full of love, compassion and care so thorough

that a lifetime of cheering too is an incapacity.

Fortunate is the one under their guidance

who is totally cradled like a baby to perfection

simply defying selfish needs such is the alliance

hence rejoice everyday as these entities are doses of addiction.

Power!

The muscle glistens a little bit more

when the intention is not to annihilate but protect

from the dangers that lie off shore

and eventually gains mutual respect.

Weep not as to control is to outshine

the latent desire that flows unguarded

in the valley of the divine

as it’s a weapon to win the unconquered.

O! the authority to change things at will

no matter they collide or not with the unfortunate

thus loses esteem if transpired to simply instill

self gain and earns selfishness as a name plate.

The power of love & prayer move mountains it’s heard

bringing in peace and bliss that flows

unabashed and relentlessly in the yard

so just hold on tight to your unconditional vows.

Godly supremacy surpasses all

cause it’s he who rules the world

a little twist and everything is a squall

so humans, let’s stay grounded  instead, for him to have a better hold.

Goodbye ...

Yesterday once more is painted on the canvas of life,

which cuts your today like a sharpened knife,

into unstitched pieces full of strife,

that can fall in place only in afterlife.

Yes, its one of the best words of doom

pushing the envelope of death to bloom

in the sacred lines of religious boom

that decorates a sullen day with utmost groom.

An adieu which is good & bad they say

as nothing is forever the lines sway

thus resurrecting the fact to make hay

till all is just a matter of dismay.

Farewell O flame from above

tis not the end of love

but a new journey so to prove

that the best is yet to come in the heavenly cove. 

Oh the breed - hackers!

Hello, trespassers of the guarded facts of so many lives

and the unwelcome guests of the files

that are far far away from the reputed profiles

who officially unearth the dangerous ties.

Maybe its fun to enter without permission

at times as a friend or well wisher with a mission

so to play with the trust with the obsession

that just wants to know all at any given commission.

An expression so straight in the face

which none can ever place

if its coming from an ace

of masquerades that none can trace.

If done in the garb of the individual’s security

they say then it’s the best ever activity

but think again hackers as there is no beauty

in barging-in unannounced, on one’s treasured priority.

Mirror!

Its the best thing humans ever made

that has the best soul code

as then the guarded crusade

does not have any escapade.

Take a glimpse of you and all is plain

running across its surface as a stain

if the image you see is a hidden strain

that is buried in the skin that none can obtain.

Its an eye opener of sorts

off & on sketching a character in one's eye that needs no official report

which simply ebbs flawlessly in the eclipsed beauty ports

as it gets darker & if known then no one would support.

It exposes the devil point blank

with no hint of mercy and just outranks

the over the top saintly pranks

that run amok in the valley of the crank.

Great is you if you can look in the eye and smile

Engage instead & not turn one's head away like an imbecile

as deep down every one knows those erased infertile 

acts that were nothing but juvenile.

It resurfaces everything to the forefront

if the conscience is alive and is blunt

be it the cowardly, beastly & distrusting glint

that normally is overlooked by the decent.

Time & again it can be your best friend,

be it for the skin or the inner blend,

as it tells you best that does not offend

but instead transforms the fiend.

O! Mirror, Mirror on the wall

let it not be the worst inner fall

if any body looks at you with a call

so just help and rebuild with no hint of appall.

Silence ...

They say all is known in its sacredness

Only understood by the ones neck deep in its holiness
Not questioned ever but people sway in its gentleness
And years keep rolling in all awareness.

Beautiful for those who are in love
Resonating like a lyrical song from above
Where the eye conveys to the mystical dove
Thus, informing about the emotion flowing in droves.

Yes it is the loudest cry if hurt
Propelling the darkest hour for the curt
Devoid of care and a full on cold spurt

As then it’s far from being the best soulful yogurt.

O! Ethereal soundless divinity
All is secondary in his enormity
Everyone’s wisdom is optional in his uncertainty
That rules all of humanity.

Acid attacks ...

A being so complete in life's revelry
is a figure of acute upheaval 

in the confines of a human under the spell of rivalry 
as for them the motto of living is to just dishevel.

A mere rejection and the arsenic liquid is ready
to play with the individual's only identity
as the face is then the target already
so as to mar the godly sanctity.

A streak of jealousy and hatred fuels in seconds
not realizing every entity has something unique within
that flow like unmanned falcons
if given the right spin.

What fun is there in such a cowardly act?
by throwing acid just to glorify the unfulfilled wish
thus pushing the unfortunate to a life so abstract
where every living second is then an anguish.

O! Criminals, the features are a reminder of familial genes
that run deep in the life's stream
Why disfigure them when they could be the scenes
of a lifelong & never ending dream?

Why stoop to such a level that none can redeem
its like an arrow when shot can never return
to its original glory full of self esteem
Sinner Please! stop the brutality will you for humanity's overall overturn?

Blood & water ..

O, they say nothing is forever

but somethings are the best security covers

embedded deep in the skins sans a cross over

as when questioned, its an earth mover.

The visage is a layer

that changes into a player

tossing the ball like a slayer

henceforth the emotion is away just like a shrewd buyer.

Blessed is you if the so called well wisher

is an authentic provider of care and not a tester

thus boosts your morale like a zealous care taker

who eventually chisels your shortcomings as a healer.

Lost will be you in the garb of an in the face cheat

then nothing makes sense as its a false drum beat

hovering around you as a full on repeat 

of innumerable behind the back treats.

Blood & water, when the roles of the same are inter-changed

the road automatically is then engaged

in situations that are upstaged 

as somehow life's wheel rolls out unabridged.

Smile as both ways

its a clear caricature of masked essays

that run deep on days 

with no hidden delays.

Courtship ...

Every day starts with a daze

with a tune full of craze
emanating in the corridors of haze 
that chronicles from the emotion that doesn't faze.

Unfortunately friends & family take a back seat
mere mention of the beloved's name increases the heartbeat
which is a visual treat 
for all who understand the pleasurable defeat.

Nights are endless
days are aimless
thoughts are ageless
castles of dreams are countless.

They say hunger goes for a toss 
as its the life's gloss
that is spread across
cause then the heart is the boss.

O! its the harbinger of true love
if years keep rolling like hand in glove
impatiently waiting on the trove
till it reaches its final cove.

Clipped wings of love ...

The carcass of hope was afloat 
reluctantly of course in the fortress of fatigue
as he surely wasn't inching in the boat
and she was in no mood to argue. 

The air slowly seeped in the holes of brood
dishing out an elegy of coup
each one knew he was not a lifeless rood 
to come up with such a soup.

All was now an infertile zone
actually formed on a lie
for them to solely face alone
thus burying it forever by the girlie.

Politically correct was not the milieu
that sunk heavily in the religious skin
just that it was a vacant place in lieu
hung carelessly in the grotesque mannequin.

Dead is not the person but the spirit
haplessly carving out a riviera of dreams
fueled relentlessly so as to disinherit
eventually forever in the casket with no beams.

(courtesy - honor killings)

Is it?

The one who tames, is tamed?

The one who controls, is controlled?
The one who possesses, is possessed?
The one who captures, is captured?
The one who aims, is aimed at?
The one who catches, is caught?
The one who rules, is ruled?
The one who tests, is tested?
The one who inflicts, is inflicted?
The one who screws, is screwed? 
Is it???

(Ten commandments with a twist & no answers :))