Pursuit of Happiness??

Find something that makes you happy.Do what makes you happy.
Beautiful sentences....But...


An euphoria of anhedonia , oh such bliss,
Nothing to trouble you, yet something amiss.

A hole, disturbing the quiet chaos,
Forcing you to emote, feel the pinch, take a loss .

Not a clue, how to begin? I asked,
Someone whispered, write something happy, sans a mask.

Happy? Cant I wait for the big day, that whole?
Till then just stay quiet, keep it damp, cold?

The voice giggled, you would be naive to play it cool,
Miss those small sprinkles and you are such a fool.



That is it....could not write beyond this...blogger's block perhaps
Wrote this in MIS class...man...at this rate i am gonna touch 100 way too soon

Recycling sucess stories...

Wrote it in my OB class...first class of my second trimester...
Phew...some really really long long 3 hours


They want to hear, we want to tell,
End of the day,it is "I" that I have to sell...

Those stale true stories,spruced with little lies,
Hey, cant help it, you got to haggle, till they buy your "I"...

Should not be too hard guessing what its about...

Still not an Eulogy Dude...

Feeling Blue...
Saw the pic again and over. Just one guy missing. He was behind the camera.Reminded me of the September after which he never ever was..
Ravi...Dude...Still..this is not an eulogy...Nor was this



Dude, that pic I saw again, still sans you,
You captured us all,in a viscous frame,sluggish,slow
Today it looks almost vacant strange, anew,
You should have been there,forever,till it was...Yellow...


How many days,and how many years,
How many drops,and how many tears,
Till we claim to be normal,act like we moved on ,
Stop missing you,believe that you are gone,

The words have no order,just glass pieces,on floor,
Good that they don’t make a lot of sense, we need no more
For the rationale confounds me,leaves me with emotions tedious,
That circle of mine,shirking,approaching a point,without a radius.

4 lines...

Back on the roads that stopped leading to anywhere,
With nothing but despaired hope,mirage pulling me near.

Will walk till the illusion is intact,sane,
Waiting for it to wash away,waiting for that illusive rain.

Smiles...Stoned...

Before the business communication end term...

The smile widens,but unable to put a dent on the face,
But he stores it,for another day,like a precious last candy
Dear to that kid,who sees it melt away,but still takes solace
Clings to that crumpled wrapper,hidden from mommy and daddy.


The debit of smiles,unexpressed,locked,in a vault,not seeing a ray,
And a few,just unaccounted for,a few lost,scattered,hither,
He didnt like it one bit,for the mirror sometimes looked away
When it couldnt bear,that straight line on lips,that look,bitter.


The smiles,not lost,just confused,imagine,you invisible,
Funny thing is you just dont know it yet,
Your smiles visible to none save you,and the effect irreversible,
To them,its just you,your face,a stone,in cement,hard set.

4 lines...

Another day...and we turn, a little more sour,
Not sure with what,this life,this place,this ungodly hour,

Why else would we be so caustic,using words like molten lead,
How is it fun,searing the quiet ones space,leaving him red??

Pseudo Racer...

Last few steps,I told myself again
Only to realize the pun,and the game.

For treadmills never end,those infinite rotations,
One just learns,to accept stationary motions.

I was dead sure,that I would run,a true race,
Only to find missing tracks,no open space.

So I went back again,and consoled the heart,
Lets get back on the treadmill,lets just start.

And now I am hooked,like a junkie with his pile,
I hate it,but refuse to get down,push another mile.

Confusing motion with achievement,easy,without a strife,
Sweating profusely,bored to core,without a life...


This is what happens when you are reading Monopoly and Oligopoly
markets at 3 AM!!!

I do care..Mom...

Not getting into the motivation, inspiration et al for this...Will write about it sometime later...


Not scared anymore Ma, in this far away place,
But that scares me even more so,
It was just yesterday, when we parted ways,
Sniffling, tugging at your Sari, not letting you go.

But you had to , and strangers were all I had,
Spooky corridors, unfriendly beds, acting grown up, big,
I did grow up mama, a little grumpy, a little sad,
Those fragments of childhood, falling like dry twigs.

Years passed in a jiffy, filling most of the cracks,
All my fears, anger for being away from you, now ossified,
Laces tied, shoes polished, I am ready, holding the bag packs ,
I should be happy na? Returning home? Why am I so terrified.

Ma, don’t get me wrong, I love you the same, actually even more,
Just that you were so far, my problems stupid to trouble you,
Silly fever, that dumb bully, that fall from stairs, wound still sore,
Thought it was better, to swallow , than telling you in lieu.

I know I am wrong ma, but me, just your stupid son,
He has gone a little too far, for he filters before he shares,
He,Unable to tell you, call out and say “I need you mom”,
But deep inside he hopes,you understand,you know,he cares.