P: Power

Trying to put up a facade,

Of confidence,

Of power.

Alas! It all shows through!

No use of a facade anymore,

You've been peeled!

Recognising Beauty

Her eyes shine,

With a glint of hope,

A glint of happiness,

A glint of sweetness.

She has no despair,

No hint of sorrow.

She is free from pain,

Liberated from worldly bonds.

ON@CC

"One, a medium amount of intelligence, & two, a bit of imagination."
"Third, is self-confidence."
"The fourth ingredient is the most painful one. And it is something all of you still need to learn. B'coz it is often the most important thing", God said.
"Failure."
"To be really successful, you must face failure. You have to experience it, feel it, taste it, suffer it. Only then can you shine", God said.

"For, once you taste failure, you have no fear. You can take risks more easily. Then you don't want to snuggle in your comfort zone anymore- you are ready to fly. And success is about flying, not snuggling."
"So, here is a secret. Never be afraid of failure. If it has come your way, it means I want to give you a real shot at being successful later", God said.




P.S: Forgive me if U can't understand what exactly is ON@CC. Even I can't! I got this From My Treasure Trove (back of old engineering notebook). My memory fails to expand the title. Surely it would be having a very meaningful expansion, relevant to those times. Or maybe timeless.

What is it about music that it makes U remember things U prefer to forget?

I turned my face to look outside. The breeze felt cold, particularly along two lines on my cheeks. I touched my face. Damn, I couldn't believe I was crying.

Tears flooded out. Automatically. Effortlessly. But why? The music playing far away in the background. It took me to one of the days in my past that I abhor. The deep sense of hurt, loss, dejection, regret, despair, resentment- all came flooding back to my heart. And tears flooded out. Automatically. Effortlessly.

I've realised this over time. The songs I've loved the most, I've later started detesting. Coz they started to be associated with resentful memories. Coz they held the key to opening the door to those painful, helpless moments. Coz they zapped, sapped away the positive energy of my present. And then I am left with only my tears.

So I preserve MySelf. I detest those songs so much that I gradually forget its lyrics, then its tune. I liberate MySelf from the shackles, the chains those songs have with the deepest fathoms of my soul. Of course, these chains clink again when out of nowhere, the same music starts playing again.....

You've come, you're Welcome

So, you've come?

To hold my hand?

To fly with me?

To break free?

To fasten my palpitations?

To re-electrify my nerves?

To pump up my adrenalin?

To spice up my life?

To banish my fears?

To wipe my tears?

To drive away

Those poisoning thoughts?

To propel my dreams

Towards reality?

To make me believe 

I am the best?

Sir, you're welcome to my world.

Small, simple, gracious;

I've been waiting so long,

For your benign presence....

From my Treasure Trove (FMTT)

I was cleaning up the attic and found a treasure trove of my scribblings at the back of my Engineering Notebooks and even MBA ones. So I've decided to quit being lazy and to type these out for my blog.:)

They are undated yet timeless. For I am what I have been and what I am. Every moment of my life has shaped me to be what I am today. And still, every new moment is moulding me in a newer way. The previous post- 'To a Special Girl' is one such scribble from my engg days. Just to keep reminding you that I'm posting from my past scribbles, I'm gonna call these 'From my Treasure Trove' (FMTT!). Some are raw, rebellious, daring and some are kind,soft, skillful. Yet others are all these and more. Do keep pouring in your comments, so I can feel happy that I've touched your deepest chords yet again....thanks to shedding my laziness....:)

To a Special Girl

What do you have about you?
You are so simple,
So damn innocent,
So ordinary,
So firmly on the earth.

What's special?
Your eyes?
Your lips?
Your look?
Or your smile?

They may not tell,
But actually,
They love you,
For what you are.

Perhaps you have to realise,
That you are more than,
What you think you are.

'Coz it is the power,
Of your soul so pure,
Which is so attractive,
And so mesmerizing.

Just close your eyes,
And feel the power,
The beauty,
Of your personality.

Your purity
And innocence
Are the true ingredients
Of your beauty.

Oh! Come on!
Realise this!
Feel beautiful!
You foolish girl!!