A Poly(thene) -Tale....

Packed in a bundle,

I moved alone,

Mercied at the hands of my fate,

Filled with gravels and stones.

A mere tiny cluster,

That’s what they thought,

When they stumbled upon,

My body ain’t made of gold.

Perplexed I was

Regarding my  fortune,

Which never seemed to be,

In rhythm or in tune.

Lying down uncared along the dusty path,

Every single day I faced the sun’s mighty wrath,

Drenched in the monsoon rain,

Or chilly winter nights,

Nobody ever bothered about my rights.

Everyday’s not the same got proved that evening,

When a young lad touched my body,

And jolted my inner strings.

Awaiting to get trashed,

Or being blown up by someone,

I never did except to be picked by him,

A man of dirty  attire,

But a heart so clean.

With gentle caring hands,

He took me in his arms,

As if recognizing me in just one glance.

Happiness spread across his rough rugged face,

Making me feel more worthy,

Than a silk ribbon or a lace.

Worthless they had proved me,

After a single use,

Coz thousands surrounded their riches,

To get adored, to get mused.

Of different shape and colour,

Of different texture and feel,

At the end it’s the utility,

But nobody understands it still.

The moment I was picked by that lovable rag picker of mine,

My worthless plastic body did get a golden shine.

It’s not the place or riches that we all crave for,

But a simple caring soul,

That gives us our worth,

And our deserving whole.

                                      

                                            

Source : Google Images

Companion

The docile wind brushed across the white curtains propelling it with a gentle force , disturbing it’s so called peaceful sleep .

Neither appeased nor pacified the intruder searched for new companions amongst decorative designer furniture that displayed grumpy faces expressing their unwillingness to befriend an insignificant  passerby.

Saddened with the response , our  lonesome solitary wind decided to conclude his endeavor of finding new companions and to return back to his reclusive life amidst the high lands and clouds .

Just then his eyes fell on her , a plump brown colored book that seemed to have been forgotten with the advent of modern  age and spent a lonely life starving for a friend .

Like the blocks of a puzzle they coalesced together , as in happiness and joy  the brown pages fluttered . 

                                  

  

 Pic : Google Images

 

Your's Orkut....

                                                     

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Hi Dear , 

How are you ? Busy right …with your new found friends .

Sorry for being so blunt . But that’s the truth I guess .

Well my purpose of writing is neither to poke you nor to point fingers at you . Rather to apologize for not being able to stand up to your expectations moving in a very  fast paced manner .

You remember the day you logged into my space . Young bubbly and vivacious you were . With sweetness of a 19 year old and simplicity of a young adult  . For a long time you had denied to log into my space and discover those amazing indulgences hidden in my world . And  finally when you did , there was no turning back .

Your friends , your interests , groups of your likeness there was everything that you wished for . A land that transformed your life into a dream world . You befriended with your classmates ,your seniors ,your juniors and even strangers . Didn’t you . And that was so easy . Just with the click of a mouse . To get enchanted in this world of internet where nobody’s a stranger and nobody a friend .

For hours you used to sit in the internet café near your house in the pretext of combined studies or tutions .A blush of pink traced on your cheeks when somebody sent you a birthday wish or when a sweet morning message came from an admirer .

Those scraps of emotions that tied you with your numerous friends out there , filled in bundles of joy within my heart as I was the medium which trustfully transferred every bit of word scribbled on the pages of my space. 

How can I forget your first fight with a friend when you hadn’t logged on for a whole day . Though I was sad but still I persevered as I knew you would come back to me like a beloved companion ignoring the hype and hoopla of this outrageous world . 

Yes you did . You did come back to me that day . 

But that was years back . When you were a youngster with pure gentle emotions untouched and unscathed .

And now , years thence  you have changed . So has every one .

I think that’s how life is .

I did try a lot to stand up to your expectations . To hold your gentle fingers continue typing . To bring you back in my arms . To forbid you from moving on .

Alas ! I couldn’t succeed . Coz you had already made up your mind .To move on . To abandon me . To hand over my rights in the hands of your new found indulgence . Slowly but steadily I could feel it . I could sense the change . First for hours , then days , then weeks , then months , then years and finally it was over . Our beautiful  lovable sweet relationship that was butchered alive in the hands of a smarter chicer and brighter space . The one that provided you everything that I did but in an instant .

That showed you new ways of not just indulgence rather self indulgence . And you got carried away . As that’s how human beings are . Too self obsessed . I limited myself to words and feelings coz I thought emotions are the building blocks of life . But it gave you the chance to display everything , just everything. Even your private of moments and surprisingly you loved that . Not just you but everyone else around you too .

And then you all moved on . Not individually but in bulk .

I was left alone  . Still I hoped that someday things may change . Someday you may remember me . Someday you may comeback bringing every one along with you . 

That dream of mine remains unfulfilled  .  And finally I have to bid goodbye .

So thought of writing to you as that’s the best medium I have always felt .

Take care and goodbye my dear ….

Best wishes and loads of love ,

Your's....

Orkut 

                                           

Pic : Google Images .

Well , this is my 100th Post . A gift for our old friend Orkut :)

Devil Turns Human Again....

Finally my work got over . So did my patience . To stay awake for a single more minute .

And then I lay flat on my not so cozy bed serving me like a trusted companion on the 5^th floor of the flat in a concrete jungle that seemed to radiate heat from all around including my head .

I still don’t remember when my sleep deprived eyes actually swum across the pool of dreams . But I do remember the peculiar dream I saw that night . 

It was no one else but my pencils , pens , my sharpeners and erasers that started to have a group discussion kind of thing where everybody wants to outsmart the other trying to prove his/her own mettle as the gen next potential leader .

And here they tried to outsmart each other with the number of complaints against me as if I am the devil reborn in the disguise of a human .

So here’s how it went …..

Sharpey with his sharp analytical skills walked up to Penico and said “Hey dude what’s up”

Penico without even a pinch of hesitance started to speak of his ordeal as if he was just waiting for this moment right from his birth . 

“What to say bro ….My life has become worse since the past few months . From the time she has shifted to this new place she has totally forgotten there’s something called common sense. 

Each time …each time she is tensed she just bites me . Can you believe it ? She simply bites me . As if I am some candy especially made to reduce tension .”

And with a grumpy look he showed off the bruise marks on his back . “This just doesn’t satisfy her bro. If her tension still persists she keeps on scribbling on the paper with such force that my mouth gets torn off and falls down .”

“Say me bro…. Will all these tearing bruising and forcing reduce her life’s tensions ?”

Hearing their conversation Essu who hid behind the books slowly walked towards them to start her part . Seeing her approach Sharpey and Penico felt as if a dash of fresh air dabbed their souls in this blazing summer night .

“Hi guys” …Essu…said spilling charm all around and then she started .

“You know….She bought me the first day she shifted here making me feel so special . But that feeling just got lost in the winds as she never ever touched me again . She even forgot that I existed . She just threw me out in some corner searching for me when needed but never bothering to show me that care. I still don’t get it why did she bring me in the first place like a third child who is born by mistake and never given his/her justified position in the family .”

Her sad tale made Sharpey and Penico realize that though they are hurt still they are in a better condition than Essu .

The clock had struck twelve and the discussion was in high spirits . When two new members joined in . 

Cello and  Scaley . 

 

Cello shrugging off his shoulder said    “There was a time I was her favorite. She never left her home without me. Whether writing in the exams or writing prescriptions I was her most trusted companion . But forget it friends she has become a selfish emotionless hag these days. 

All the time she keeps on typing on that lappy screen . Have you seen her handwriting off late …. yuk …. it’s so untidy . And the worst thing is ...whenever she feels that she needs me she will stuck me inside her hand bag in such a manner that I die out of suffocation ."

"Gone are those good old days…. when nicely she used to keep me in a beautiful box giving me my much deserving place. These days I feel lucky if she remembers to take me with her. 

Though she has started writing more frequently from past few months …. But I say you it’s not writing . It’s simply typing my friends . Whether it’s on her laptop or on her smart phone .”

Hearing cello’s words a drop of tear sparkled on Scaley’s eyes who said that he isn’t at all remembered after her final year got over. Lucky he is…that she still owns him . Who knows when his end will come inside some stinky dustbin . 

After heavy rounds of discussion they felt it was going to be morning soon and their devilish doc would wake up . 

So, they went back to their own places bidding goodbye for tonight and patting each other to hold on a bit more .

That morning after waking up I did realize that I was becoming more self obsessed . Being too busy with my work .  Ignoring my old companions . 

So I decided to buy a lovely pen stand for them and gifted them with a new home .

After all they have also shifted to a new city and would be feeling home sick sometimes ....... just like me .

                                 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Drops....

Pure pristine mesmerized in hope ,

I descend down from my home up above ,

Bidding goodbye to fellow mates  ,

Wanting to get unveiled ,

Transforming my state .

Pitter-patter I fall down ,

Over tree tops , over dusty grounds ,

Sometimes getting trapped in a cold frigid lake ,

Sometimes flowing away ,

Putting my life at stake .

Through mountains , through valleys ,

Through boulders and rubles ,

Never drying down ,

To keep up this travel .

Still if ever I get engulfed ,

Changed is my course ,

I continue journeying ,

Never intending to stop .

Toppling on the leaves ,

Shining gently on flowers ,

I wish I could stay ,

Not just for a while ,

But for hours and hours .

Remembering my duty I give up that joy ,

To coalesce together ,

To reach the desired place .

To be your savior every time you need ,

As a new born or a dead man instead ,

To quench your thirst in a hot blistering day ,

To make you dance in a cloudy evening ,

To wash off every dirt that coheres with you ,

To let you travel in search of a land new ,

Committed , devoted , engulfed I remain ,

My whole life ,

For your personal gains .

Still , you don’t understand ,

And disregard my worth ,

Dirtying soiling griming my source ,

Forgetting without me ,

You won’t even stand a single day ,

In the months of December  or the months of May .

I may be tiny I may be small ,

I may not resemble something substantial at all ,

But if I get wild and combine in fury ,

Nothing can save you ,

Not even your imploring pleading story ,

Stop I will not at that very  time ,

As over and over again you are repeating old crimes ,

So gently today I wish you to take note ,

Preserve me  dear ,

Do not let me rot ,

Coz pristine and pure I love to remain ,

Relieving you of ,

Every little strain ,

Quenching your thirst ,

Allaying your fears ,

Easing your life ,

Amid smiles amid tears .

" Today is 22nd March , World Water Day "

Journey....

The gleesome morning rays ,

Touched her soft face ,

Coercing those lazy eyes  to open up ,

And take the new dawn in her sweet embrace .

Shiny  glistening drops of water ,

Clung  to her  ,

Not wanting to  splatter ,

Giving her a mild pat ,

Her siblings announced  ,

For a new journey was to start .

That  docile gentle one ,

Got plucked in the next instance .

 Enjoying  the modest breeze ,

Between her tender arms ,

She lived those very moments ,

Forgetting  old qualms .

Having arrived in a new place ,

Brushing off the journey  stress ,

She eagerly awaited to get strung ,

In that vivacious garland ,

That’s devoted to the Lord .

Every morn .

Secretly she had wished to unite with Him ,

Crossing mighty hills and every flowing stream .

Her white delicate face ,

Slowly brightened up ,

Letting her to relax a bit ,

Her journey was about to stop .

Bundled up in a pair ,

When her gaze met  His ,

Enamored she was in a divine feeling ,

As her wait finally ceased .