In the crowd.

As each minute pulls her back,
She struggles more and takes one step forward.
As each second retaliates with pressure,
She shouts loud and pressurises even more.

Her story, an untold epic,
Is as if ready to be immortalized.
Her story, a charter unexplored,
Is now as if raw and exposed.

She uses her strength and understanding,
To disagree with what is told.
She portrays her denial in all manners,
And vows with ideas untold.

Her voice she realises is too small to be heard,
The crowd she realises- too big to notice.
So she decides to grow and grow some more,
Till she gets bigger than that crowd.

But then she realises that,
That crowd is not the only one.
The crowds more than one,
All bite into her flesh.

So she calms down a little
And gives her thoughts some rest.
She decides to start afresh,
This time in some other location.

The story same,
She grows restless there too.
Changes her stand,
Comes to a conclusion after thinking it through.

She’s alone and so the crowd instigates her,
The crowd is big and so she feels alone.
They are many, and she only one.
She starts looking  for a solution (and maybe she knows it too)

After nights of deliberation but no conclusion,
She concludes there is only one way.
She’ll close her eyes and go to sleep,
And wake up next morning, hoping it to be a BETTER DAY.



Thought process

The other day I was thinking
And then a thought struck me
How does a thought really strike one?
Or is one struck with a thought  just like that for no reason?
I see a thing and I think about it
Or do I think about a thing, and then start seeing it?
Either way, things stick in my mind,
And just like that clog up the whole system,
Occupying all my waking time and sometimes sleeping too.
In most cases I can’t help it at all
And in other cases it doesn’t matter so much too.
But suddenly all the vital ‘thinking’ parts of my body,
start thinking about my thought.
No, it doesn’t help in any way and I know that
But yes, it takes up all my time and I know that too.
And when suddenly all the thinking stops and clots dissolve,
I am absolved of my thoughts and thinking liability,
Only to find myself in yet another ‘THINK’ situation.
Only to find myself occupied with yet another THOUGHT.


Polka dots..

She wore a lovely dress with red polka dots
And looked out of the window staring into the sky,
Gaping at the beauty of the moon
And the serenity of it all that thereth lied.
Her lipstick still fresh, her make up perfect
She climbed the window sill and started looking for something,
Then walked to and forth and jumped back down.
She walked to her mirror and smiled then frowned.
She wondered about her sudden love for polka dots,
Then changed into her home clothes and went to sleep.
That day she had so much on her mind,
She even forgot to go for the PARTY!!