Mindless tasks ...

Master stroke of an empty mind ...
Mindless tasks ...
Uneventful chores ...
They all lead you through your GPS ...
To the task at hand...
When pouring your heart out ...
Clearing the so called writer's block ...
All you need to do is ...
Mindless tasks.

Thorny issues at hand ...
Seem seemingly seamless ...
One finds the quietude...
A bliss to enjoy ...
To rejuvenate ...
And bounce back.

The chirpy self ...
The devil within...
They all surface in words ...
Lingering on thoughts ...
Smacking on lips.

Ah! The flowery words...
Bestowed upon the beastly paper...
The ink pad soaking the sweat ...
The words glistening ...
The thoughts poured out.

Are we done for the day ?
Nay, says the mind ...
We have miles to cover ...
Mountains to climb ...
Oceans to explore...
So much more ...
Yet so little to show.

Master stroke...
Seemingly mindless...
Seamlessly mindful.
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The Driftwood...

Floating from shore to shore...
Sometimes stuck in sands ...
Sometimes in oceanic rocks ...
The dead wood ...
Known as driftwood. ..
Fancies the eyes of a local fisherman...
He retrieves it from in between the dark rocks ...
Deeply entrenched in the sand below...
The fisherman wonders ...
Whether to dry it  and use as fuel ...
Or sit down in solitude ...
And carve the mermaid of his dreams out of it...
Suddenly, he hears the voice drifting in the wind ...
Calling his name ...
He looks at the piece of dead wood ...
And , heaves a sigh...
Catapulting the driftwood...
Back into the warm waters of the ocean.

When memories start ...

Memories, an integral part of who we are ...
What happens when memories start fading away?
She doesn't remember a lot from the distant past ...
Increasingly agonising is ...
She doesn't remember anything from yesterday too...
It will all come flooding back one day ...
But till then ...
How does she remember?
It's chilling not recalling...
Whom you met the day before...
But she remembers meeting them ...
Half a year agos memories ...
How is it possible?

What if she forgets herself one day?
Then what?
Fading memories and a blanket of black ...
No fired up neurons...
Just a blank page.

Freedom of expression...

When your freedom of expression is curbed ...
What do you do?

Freedom of expression...

Can't ... For people jump to conclusions

Need based commodity...

The relationship between a commodity and a user ...
Is a need based one...
Of course, the need of the user ...
The commodity cannot desire...
It has no rights to desire ...
Or even wish for anything to do with the user...
It's a win win situation for the user always...
He gets to choose what commodity he wants and when ...
When he's lonely...
When he desires company...
When he wants something to take away his boredom...
Or even for time pass.

The commodity ...
No, it can't desire...
It lies there waiting for the user...
His need based decisions.
#GoFigure

Antardwand ... The Battle Within...

Worry not when she becomes overbearing...
Worry, when she stops giving a fuck...
Now, don't you go reading between the lines or delving deep into this ...
These are musings of a lonely mind ...
Not for you to read into and jumping to conclusions.
Ha ha ha ...

Thehrav...

Zindagi ko ek thehrav mil gaya hai...
Bhaagti daudti zindagi ko ek padaav mil gaya hai...
Ucchalti leheron ko kinara mil gaya hai...
Machalti umangon ko sahara mil gaya hai...
Zindagi ko ek thehrav mil gaya hai.
I was a wild untamed river...

"And now you have mellowed down?" He asked ...
"Like a calm stable water spring ?"
She smiled benevolently and Said "Like a gurgling Brooke...
You make me calm...
Your thoughts make me smile a gentle smile...
The corners of my eyes glistening with a tear unshed...
A tear of happiness...
The wrinkles and crows feet reminder of struggle of yesteryears...
The gleaming smile the happiness of today...
Am at peace when I am with you."

#GoFigure