The nuisance.

He was standing on a corner on the road,
The busy traffic as if wouldn’t let him go through.
He seemed lost, looked up, then around, and then into thin air,
Then turned around and started fiddling with his hands.

In some time he smiled to himself,
And then again, seemingly went back to his dream land.
And then as if time had paused,
He just stood there and kept standing there.

After about ten minutes of doing all this,
And then doing nothing but still standing there,
He gave some confused looks, dodged some vehicles,
And tried to jump in the middle of the road in an attempt to cross it.

Seeing the failed attempts and his desperation,
An old man standing there offered to help him,
To which this young man shrugged,
And gave a disgusted, offended look.

Calmly pulling out some headphones from his ears,
The young gentleman crossed the road.
While the old man with the walking stick now stood there,
Debating with himself, the NUISANCE OF THE NEW.

– Stuti



That man who came to the restaurant the other day,
Made her think about life.
These little everyday moments,
Actually reflected majors and aggravated her plight.

He came for dinner with family of four,
To this diner not famous for anything really, but plain and old.
He asked his son where he could get water to drink,
Who routinely pointed towards the water cooler in one direction next to the kitchen.

As that seemed something she could easily skip,
She got busy with her food and chat.
But suddenly noticed some further progress
In that story of the son and the dad.

The father filled one glass with water and drank it up,
Then picked up another two,
Filled them up with water,
And started walking towards that table of his crew.

Two minutes later she saw him walk back to the cooler,
And fill yet another two glasses of water.
He took them back to his family’s table and sat back again to join in,
That old man with the greying hair, a son and a daughter.

This man left her amazed and impressed,
She could see what responsibility meant,
Two generations in the same family,
Treated their family in two very different manners without any particular intent.

The old man she saw, took it as his responsibility,
To effortlessly love his loved ones and take care of them.
Despite his age, walked the extra steps so his family didn’t have to wait for water.
She learnt a lesson that day, igniting again a mental mayhem.

To love may be an exercise in itself,
But where love is natural, it is effortless.
Saluting the spirit of those who have genuinely loved somebody,
She hoped she would one day be in love too- unconditionally, effortlessly, RESPONSIBLY.