Wednesday, September 3

Ghosting myself forever!

The person I miss the most
Is the person that I used to be

I refuse to recognize this stranger in the mirror
Glazed eyes, probably a familiar face
Chasing dreams that aren't mine,
In arms that hold me, but dont define

Always filling the void in others life
And fading away from their life 
when I am no longer needed
Longing for the heart that I have misplaced

Saturday, August 30

The Quiet of Company

People People everywhere
But not a soul around
We have mastered the art
Of being alone 

We talk about love
But we dont talk love
We talk about life
But we dont talk life
We talk about money 
And we live for money 

We need maps to navigate circles
Our daily highlight is that hot coffee
We chase the couch
With Netflix as guide
Living life but not feeling alive

Friday, August 29

Being too Nice invites Disrespect

Kindness isnt an open wifi
to latch on and leave when checked

The more I share,  the more I become
the laughing stock of the group chat
Disrespect served with a well meant clap.

Now I Guard my heart with humor,
and plenty of sass
Self-respect comes first 
and, no, you dont have my pass

Sunday, August 24

New Friendships in Middle Age


In middle age, having friends feels like an achievement. 
Trying to make new ones can seem like a small miracl and  often feels socially awkward, 
no matter how genuinely warm or platonic the intentions are. 

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If we were brave, we would say hi. 
If braver, we would actually hang out.

But nope, here we are, just being 
awkwardly curious like confused meerkats 
friendship maybe sprouting, or may be its just mold.

We rehearse casual greetings, 
you probably Google 
“How to avoid creepy strangers?” 
and my courage..
It fled faster than me, from the appraisal with boss.

We nod at shared interests
but really, we are just trying to figure if its 
just another awkward team-building exercise

So basically, two almost friends,
stuck in the most awkward social training montage, with zero popcorn.

Friday, August 22

Put yourself first

Sometimes we memorize people
Who don't acknowledge our existence. 
Their presence haunts our day
But for them, we are only 
A ghostly acquaintance, left behind.
We need to learn
To let go of the echoes past
And learn to notice ourself,  at last.

Tuesday, August 19

An Almost Life

A text almost sent, a word held back
Steps nearly taken, then off the track.

Goodbyes unspoken, feelings concealed,
In silent gaps, our truths revealed.

The almost lives that slip away,
Still shape the hearts we hold today

Thursday, August 14

Tongue Tied Rodeo

My verbal skills? 
A wild rodeo,
Words bounce, 
wont nicely flow.
Grammar is a puzzle, 
missing most bits
Fluent in nonsense, 
with perfect misfits!

Wednesday, August 13

Make your way

Comfort that silences question 
Becomes control.
The soft hand smothers
Becomes death grip.

Break the spell
Defy the charm
Only the shattered chain
Can claim the freedom whole

Sunday, August 10

Know your worth

External validation
When we question our worth
In someone else's world
Without it, we shrink
To fit their view

But those who care
Don't need reminders
They reach out, check in
And show they truly see

Healing starts when we stop
Performing for attention
And preserve our energy
For love that's genuine

Thursday, August 7

Heart vs Brain - again



Lust promises power
And delivers dominance
Love promises understanding
And delivers acceptance

Lust craves possession
And delivers aggression 
Love seeks connection
And delivers assertion

Lust fuels obsession
And delivers depression
Love fosters affection
And delivers direction

But this brain still chases fleeting highs
And ignores the heart's silent sighs

Tuesday, August 5

Find your value of X



"Iol" 
is this LOL or 
The absolute value of zero?
How did you read it?
Is your engineer self at loss?
Or your calculus mind dint floss?

In the world of interjections
Take a pause
Integrate yourself 
Differentiating the rest
Find your value of X
And let your true self manifest.


Successfully butchered it!! 

Monday, August 4

Hope - again

Hope is a habit 
We can't break
Its a gentle reminder 
That better is near

Sunday, August 3

Losses


I have lost 
people in my life
some to death
many to my 
sheer inability 
to cross the street.

Losses accumulated
like autumn's fall
Some to eternity's silence
others to silence's wall.
I remained, rooted in place.
The distance between
a heavy, hollow space.

Old Love

She believed in old love, and only in old love. 

She yearned for old love, like she yearned for her morning coffee- out of habit, a comfort which made life worth living.

Her old love rode with her on the imaginary trams that crisscrossed the main throughways of the city.

Her old love held her hand while she travelled in cab, and pecked her cheeks before she reached destination.

Her old love was memories tightly knit by steady hands which believed that they will be well worn, with tales of their own to tell those came after.

Her old love was one in the morning, when there were no horns or dogs barking, when old rusty air conditioners gritted and grated their teeth in faux poetry.

Her old love was a sultry hot Sunday afternoon, lazy, contently fed, sparsely clothed, and rhythmic snores which tickled if you lay close enough.

Her old love was that whiskey bottle- lost in some forgotten corner, half-remembered on Saturday nights.

Her old love was the song from the eighties which shed its age and is shy to move in half-steps.

Her old love was letters written in cursive with haphazardly scribed words- intended to be a quip, but were adage to angst and hope.

Her old love was the poems that remain unread, stocked and locked in heavy cupboards with moth balls, lest they be pried, even if unintended.

Her old love was a name, firmly said, with no half vowels, and consonants which stirred storms in antique tea sets.

Her old love was a hard trek up the hill of ancient stones, carved to mean, to be, but now in ruins, except for those eyes, which still seem to see.

Her old love was a sketch which still she held, a t-shirt she still wore, a laughter she heard, tears that were left unshed.

Old love, where a hug was a cuddle, a kiss that stopped time, silences, words that said themselves.

Her old love felt salty on the sides of her tongue, never spoken, but never forgotten.

Her old love was a dream, which she wished was a memory.

Her old love she held like a phantom limb, never seen, but always felt.

Tuesday, July 29

Heart vs Brain



"Who gains a minute of life by worrying?"
So, says the brain..
While the heart's relentless screams,
Havoc squeams.

In this discord, where logic meets fear,
A rigid inertia holds us dear.
The mind's calm voice, a whispered plea,
Against the heart's turbulent sea.

Saturday, July 26

Back.. I hope so..



I collect memories like others collect plastic covers – with love, care, and a hint of chaos.

Some are neatly folded, others are comfortable like a soft cotton old tshirt, and a few are stuck in the crevices of my mind, crumpled and distorded.

But they're all mine, and I'll preserve them like a hoarder preserves , obsessively.

Thursday, January 2

Infinity of Nothingness

No Words
Only Silences my own
No Dreams
Only unrelated thoughts
No memories
Only Phantom feelings
Just Me
Infinity of nothingness

Thursday, June 20

Middle Management Struggles -Part 2

How meetings between middle management (MM) and upper management (UM) go 

MM: sabzi is ready. All we need to do now is make chappathi 
UM: why Chappathi. You need to make poori to give the wow factor to the users 
MM: but we don't have time to make so many poori. Btw.. Chappathi is healthy . 
UM: no. poori it is.. let's divide the work. You roll the poori and I will fry them 
MM: Okies. Thanks for sharing the work.. here you go.. you can fry these 2 
UM: (frying 1st poori.. it stays flat).. you haven't rolled poori uniformly. You need to add that skill to your development plan 
(frying 2nd poori.. it puffs).. this is how you do it.. I turned the poori over at correct time and made it puff 
MM: but I did roll this poori well.. pls acknowledge and recognize that. 
UM: huh.. but i fried it.. it puffed coz i fried it. 

Takeaway: if the UM decides to screw you.. you get the poori rt.. 

Sunday, June 2

Struggles of Middle Management

How meetings between the middle management (MM) and upper management (UM) go..
UM : this meeting is to understand all your pain points and challenges.
MM: (cries his/her heart out) thanks a lot for your time .
UM: i understand your concern. Can you please put all these in an excel and assign priority and timeline to each item
MM: (highly excited that their issues are getting heard) done and shared . Thanks a lot.
UM: I have assigned those issues to you as your performance goals for this year. Your target would be to fix all priority 1 items by end of Q2.
MM:   SWOONS..

Thursday, May 9

Just one more


Life is a series of "one mores"
Add up all these "one mores"
They will equal our life time.

One more cry leading to smiles
One more bedtime story
One more candy
One more final exam

One more kiss
One more heartbreak
One more opportunity
One more win

Every one more new moment
searching for
One more new path
Till the last one more breath