[Poetry] The Marriage Dilemma - WHICH GIRL TO CHOOSE?

WHICH GIRL TO CHOOSE?
Some are triple my size others are unsightly;
Some are lazy and stupid actually;
The good ones of my age seem already married happily;
And a few single hotties who wanna live only independently.

WHICH GIRL TO CHOOSE?
Some punch on the nose others complain or act difficult;
Some get angry at a hat’s drop others attack and insult;
The good ones of my age seem have found themselves a colt;
And a few single hotties get high ignoring stag and hugging mutt.

WHICH GIRL TO CHOOSE?
For some relationship is a string to a rich man’s purse;
And the 'empowered' ones think that a man can only break hearts;
WOW! Most men of my age have found themselves a free nurse!
And a few cocky and disloyal spinsters preferring mostly the perverse.

WANTED: A fun loving sexy girl with oodles of self respect;
Who want a man though can also live quite independent;
Who is nice but won’t make her husband poorer or henpecked;
And intelligent enough to create her future like an architect.
INNER VOICE: Eligible girls of your age found partners, only you're left.

[Poetry] Just Quit It, John Doe

Quit calling up to greet and thank people, John Doe
The last time you did it, they accused you of harassment
You really dont wanna get hurt again John Doe, do you?

Quit pointing out follies in other people, John Doe
The last time you did it, they accused you of being nosey
You really dont want that reward again John Doe, do you?

Quit giving directions to the misled, John Doe
The last time you did it, they said 'mind your own business'
You really dont want that response again John Doe, do you?

Being selfish is good, being selectively blind, better
Choose flowers for yourself, leave the thorns for others
You never got love or respect John Doe, why then, give any?

[Poetry] LONELINESS My Friend

All my life locked in my lonely cocoon;
Lonely in cafes, lonely in bars, lonely at home;
Lonely on sidewalks, lonely with buddies;
Loneliness is now my only close friend.

Had parents who acted as if I don’t exist;
Met women who treated me as The Invisible;
Had clients who thought I am dispensable;
Loneliness has been loyal and indulgent to me.

Teachers said I am no good, coaches gave destiny talk;
Some told me not to accept loneliness, I deserve more;
Perhaps that is why I have nobody and nothing;
And those who deserve nothing have found everything.

Met souls who were unhappy being with people;
Seen those who always have a partner riding the pillion;
Talked with peeps who had partners but now happily single;
Learned that you can never get away from loneliness.

Perhaps I am made to be The Lonely Doe;
Born to exemplify the pinnacle of loneliness;
Happiness and sadness are both but transient;
Loneliness is my only constant, omniscient friend.

[Poetry] The Masquerade

Are we really happy here
Playing these coy games we play?
Why both of us so afraid of coming out
And confessing the passion to each other?

Every time we met we tried our best
But the words got stuck in our throats;
We have been wearing masks, hiding emotions;
And we have become stuck inside the masquerade.

Thoughts of dying vanish into thin air;
Every time I see your eyes on Insta.
We both have so many happy selfies there;
But are we really happy with our lonely selves?

Every time we met we tried our best
But the words got stuck in our throats;
We have been wearing masks, hiding emotions;
And we have become trapped inside the masquerade.

I have tried to understand the real REASON why
We carry on playing these stupid games we play;
But then every time I tried to be closer to you,
You moved two steps back, staying within the masquerade.

Every time we met we tried our best
But the words got stuck in our throats;
We have been wearing masks, hiding emotions;
And now we won’t be able to escape this masquerade.

Been searching high and low, left and right
But not finding any understanding anywhere;
One day I might put my head on your shoulders,
And sleep, to never wake up again.

[Poetry] Keep Walking

Never stop, just keep walking;
For life is short and you gotta go long.
Take a pause for a breath and a laugh;
But then, just continue walking.

If you face a crowd, pierce through it;
Crowds are made of mud and stones -
Who are slaves of their own limitations;
Don’t get trapped within them, just keep walking.

If a loved one comes across, shake hands, hug them;
But never stop for anybody, keep walking.
For life is short and you gotta go long;
Think of how far you have come and keep walking.

If your destination ain’t visible now, it will be soon;
There is no means and ends of seas and oceans;
But the Diligent has used them to discover the world;
You will discover yourself too, if you just keep walking.

[Poetry] One Moment of Peace

Just One Moment of Peace is All I Want;
Even if it is the last moment of life;
Even if it is all over after that;
Just One Moment of Peace is All I Want.

How easily we hide our feelings from others;
But can we ever hide ourselves from us?
How easily we pretend and fool the world;
But can we ever fool ourselves?

Just One Moment of Peace is All I Want;
Been shedding tears for decades now;
But hardly has a drop descended from heaven;
Just One Moment of Peace is All I Want.

It is not that only I am heartbroken;
It is not that only I am filled with anguish;
All around I see those wanting to end the chaos within;
They all want: Just One Moment of Peace.

Once we subject our corpse to the earth or fire;
What else is there left of us?
I am not worried about death or life thereafter;
Just One Moment of Peace is All I Want.

[Poetry] The Embers of Past

How can you move forward
If you keep the embers of past fanned?
Forgetting the past enables man to sow -
A FRESH NEW seed with his hand.
You cannot undo what you have done;
You cannot turn back clock of time;
Is it not then sensible to completely douse
The embers you've inherited from past?

If you could turn back the clock of time;
Revisit the past and done things different;
If you won't have made the mistakes you did;
Would the outcome be different?
If not, what do you get out of scalding your palm
With the hot embers of past?
If yes, what is it that stops you
From doing things DIFFERENTLY now?

Choosing and sowing mediocre seeds;
Is what many a novice farmer does;
What you did was not anything novel;
Heartbreak was your inevitable destiny.
Now you have this beautiful new green sapling,
From a BETTER seed growing up under your care;
Are you sure stirring up those embers time and again
Won't burn this sapling down?

Douse the embers of past to see the present;
That's about the only way to move ahead.
You can use your palms
To turn that tiny sapling into a rich fruit bearing tree;
But you can't - if your palm is wounded by embers of past.
Making foolish mistakes in the past was not your fault;-
But using those mistakes
As excuses to ruin the present will surely be!

[Poetry] The Trees Fell and I Did Nothing

Up in the hilly resort,
I was traveling in an Uber.
We were blocked halfway through the journey;
We sat and watched… and did nothing.

The trees fell, one, two three;
I watched in dismay, as they were laughing and yelling;
I wanted to yell too, to stop them;
But then I saw axes in their hands…and did nothing.

We waited for half an hour straight,
Until the driver finally got out.
I thought he was going to stop them,
But he got out only to ask them to clear out…and nothing.

They cut the three trees into halves, put them on to big trucks;
It was not for business but for a huge Indian festival, they said;
The police station was not too far away but they did nothing;
I turned blind eye too; they were eight… could we do anything?

[Poetry] What Would Make The World a Better Place

If only we stop getting so violent and defensive;
If only we stop pointing fingers at each other;
If only we stop generalizing by gender, religion or caste;
Then the world would be a better place.

If we start looking for a solution and not at the problem;
If we start looking at people as people and not their gender or religion;
If we start being more practical and less foolish when judging others;
Then the world would be a better place.

If we stop using people as scapegoats for political propaganda;
If we stop taking the media and politicians so seriously;
If we stop getting blinded by candle marches of extremists;
Then the world would be a better place.

Let the crime of a girl being violated be treated as heinous;
And that of a boy being assaulted be treated as equally serious;
Let not religious leaders, social media or politicians tell us what to do;
Then the world would be a better place.

[Poetry] Contentment in Gratitude

How I Found Contentment in Gratitude

NOTE: This is a sequel to my previous poem: Questions For The Universe

This is not a poem at all;
This is one very ordinary story, one very small;
Of how I found contentment life at least;
It's easy folks, all you need to do is to change the TEXT.

If I used to crib about not having the love of a wife;
Now I am so grateful for not having to live a slave's life;
Not having to share all the expensive and tasty meals I order online;
Not having a spy at home, to ask for permission for meeting other women.

If I used crib about people calling me skinny;
Now I am so grateful for not being called 'fatty';
Being able to eat whatever I want without worrying about calorie count;
And save money that would have gone to some opportunistic 'weight loss expert.'

If I used to crib about being poor in means;
Now I am so grateful for being saved from income tax raids;
So grateful in not dealing with the stress of what to do with all the cash;
And grateful for not attracting golddiggers and parasites.

If I used to crib about being a bad writer;
Now I am grateful for being world's only twenty-page-article-blogger;
Grateful for writing better than what several other 'content writers' litter;
Being able to write poems like these devoid of any technical glitter.

The only thing I still crib about is not having many friends;
The only other thing I still crib about is not having social skills;
But lately I have discovered that even if I am a bore at parties,
There are special joys reserved for being Mr. Artist Anonymous.

My friends, if you ever find yourself comparing to others;
Feeling low, despondent and overburdened with stress;
Remember that they too are doing the same thing with yet others;
Find out the joys of not having what you don’t have, and feel joyous.