Gray or Grey?

Shiny and clear, mostly blue.
A curtain of yellow.
And an orange-y hue.
Gets be brown and mellow.
With a little dust.
Have you seen?
It turn to red.
A shade of pink.
The painters in the air.
Covering it in a silver sheen.
A storm of black.
Clear white or simply gray.
When it sprays.
The sky is happy every way.
One colour less. One colour more.
Might just not be same anymore.

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I see more than just gray! 🙂

Every time like literally every time gray or grey, is the question. I used to think the “grey” matter in the brain is spelled “grey” and that gray is the colour gray. Just like color or colour? Gosh having learnt things one way, while the entire world wide web has a lack of ‘u’ and even replacing ‘e’ by ‘a’, is confusing just as writing this.

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LOL or may be lol.

A friend can tickle,
Spots unknown to others.
Friends can act crazy,
Just for your laughter.
A small giggle a little smile.
We all shared them all the while,
In classes, in games,
In all the serious places it seems.
A joke, a wink, a smirk
Be it from miles away.
Still it works.
And A LOL
or a laugh out little.
But you know…
You want to burst.
So chuckle away!

Climbing

I am not sure.
Straight up or side ways?
In the middle,
I fear I might get stuck,
When I am climbing.

I do not want those situations.
Where I have to pay,
For my choices.
I fear I’d stumble,
As I climb and fumble.

I am unclear of the way.
But I am sure of the next step.
With courage, In time,
I will be on the top.
After all I am climbing.

Where and when,
That is beyond me.
Where is there?
That scares me.
For now, I will just climb.

Measure.

Read your movements.
Watched you talk.
Checked your tone.
Measured the lows, the highs.
The shades all around.
But the glimmer in your eyes.
Tells me if everything’s alright.

 

Timing the time.

Watching a leaf fall from a tree or keeping track of your time as you are on the go, which one are you more naturally drawn to keep a check for? I think it is the latter that brings a sense of responsibility on us, after all being punctual is a good quality to have.

I feel as if time passes more quickly when we keep a watch on it. Like in the case of watching a leaf falling, you would probably find that a leaf takes an eternity to reach the ground, specially when you observe it while you are preoccupied.. Sounds funny but try it out.

We know a leaf does not take that long, but because mostly we are so impatient it starts seeming as if it is time consuming or waste of time even. In reality the check on time is meant to aid us in multi tasking unfortunately as a result of this we tend to become impatient.

“The clock is ticking”, the very sentence just takes away a heart beat as if not time but life is slipping out of our hands. The segregation of certain-activities of life which are supposed to be growth or maturity based have been put under a time-check. If you do not reach the finish line in said time you lose. If you do not meet dead lines you are dead. If you do not get this, or experience that by a set time/age you will be left behind.

The idea of timing time has taken away the experiential aspect of life. We all know slowly and slowly the structure and organisation is only burning people out instead of making them relaxed.

As I see compulsions arise from this systematic approach to living. As children there was only sun rise and sun set meaning get up and go to bed the rest was just a fun-filled day. And now as I time the time I always fall short of time. Like every other thing that we created we have allowed one more to control us instead of us controlling it.

Do it when you feel is right, do it timely not at “right-time”.

Pleased yet?

Every thought to please you.
Every gesture to please you.
Every word to please you.
I tried to please you.
Were you pleased?

Stars from the sky?
Pearls from the ocean?
Flowers of the fresh bloom?
It is only my confusion…
How to make this love blossom.

I dressed to please you,
Kept quiet to please you.
Held you to please you.
I tried it all for you.
You were not pleased.

If the heart and soul
Is not enough.
What will matter to you?
I give myself.
That is all I have.

All sounds to please you.
A song to please you.
I will dance to please you,
In your rhythm with you.
Will you be pleased?

 

Blinded

Wow it sure has been a long time since my last post. The entire editor for the new posts has changed, it is dizzying. I am blinded by the white background actually I preferred the blue-white combination; the earlier version.

On a personal note, I finished my exams for the first semester and decided to take a long vacation after that, but lately I have been busy enjoying spring. It has been ages since the last time I walked amidst the spring bloom. So I actually planned an entire trip which naturally involved going out of this concrete jungle into an actual one.

Now I have some serene, satisfying, colourful views, all captured in my phone. I am not officially into photography so my phone is good enough, I guess. This one particular shot was captured blindly, it is not easy to stare at the sun for long you know.

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What a shot 🙂 right?