All kinds of them

People often come under different categories. Two main segments as per my anology are the ones who can think for themselves and the rest who are just another, amongst the cattle. Now, both categories have their own eccentricities at varied dimensions.

We may think its easy "to go with the flow". But again, doesn't it get too monotonous?! What I mean by "go with the flow", in this context is ; people who do what everyone else is doing and have been doing without having to know why or how. Is it confusing? - Hmmmmm, to put it simply, people who dont ask "why" and simply live their life coz thats what they are supposed to be doing as compared to doing what they want to be doing.

Going back to asking "if it does get monotonous"? Well, thats a question this segment does not worry about as they never stop to think. Right?! They are so sucked into what they are and have been doing (only forever), that its almost a health hazard for them to stop even for a min to step outside of their box and wonder... Pretty mindless huh?! Well, if they are comfortable with it (just merely existing), what do I gotto say, other then just walk away.

The other segment "who can think for themselves and actually act on their decisions" - seems like a simple task init?! But well......not many do that. U know what I mean!!! Now these are the eccentricities I was ranting about. Some go beserk with their views and want everyone to give them credit for their "brightness". Some go about doing what they need to do, whether or not they are recognised. Thats total self gratification (coz they are pretty content at the end of the day). To reach this level, they probably tried various stuff at earlier times, went un noticed, decided to grow up and attained "moksha" (peace at last, phew!!!)

Few other do stuff out of the ordinary just because, they wanna be..... If they are just being stupid, they might as well go to the "what they are supp to do" category. But applauses to such, for atleast having tried to think otherwise. Some just preach, but fail to practice - now these, conflict themselves internally, that they simply go insane. Well, sanity is the very being of sanctity. Once that is lost, there can be no point in mere existence. Do I say more?!

Yet another which I like the most, are the level headed, practical and reasonable ones. They live upto their expectations, against all odds for the right causes, for the development of themselves and the society. Ones who really care, put reasons first. Not that they are emotionless, but make unbiased decisions. The rare kind, who make a difference in this world and the very existence of them radiating positive enery which is a chance , a hope for human evolution. Degeneration of such kind will end the minds of human race. Hopefully, I wont live to see it...

Aspirant

Face so calm,

Hands so warm,

Fire in the eyes,

That never dies.

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Vision so high,

To reach the sky,

Never let go,

For it shall show.

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Some day you will be,

What you want to be,

Hang in there, or

Go up a little more.

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Places you go,

Things you see,

Think of me,

As I will be :)

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East or west,

Get some rest,

When you are done,

With all the fun.

Morning Glory

It rained all day,

And again all night,

A cloudy sky,

I let out a sigh.

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At the break of dawn,

Waking up to a yawn,

Smile on my sleepy face,

Brightens seeing a different pace.

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OORHANGE as it can get,

Opposite to the west,

Comes from under,

How glorious - I wonder.

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Sat up on my bed,

Ever so eager,

Watching mild fire,

Growing wilder.

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From pink to orange,

And sky so blue,

Clouds all white,

Was a pretty sight.

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The morning glory,

True to its story,

Came up higher,

Sight grew dimmer.

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Could stare no more,

Brightness hit the door,

Pulled the screen,

Getting back to the dream.

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Closed my eyes, (capturing the moments)

Let out a sigh,

For nature’s beauty,

Is more than just lovely.

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Burning love

Lost and lonely,
Dazed and confused,
She lay in bed,
With an aching head.

Could cry no more,
There was no show,
Needed an arm,
To wrap around.

And lo' he came,
To make her sane,
With his burning love,
That she once threw.

She had made him sad,
Coz of the other lad...
who is the cause,
For today's pause.

Fire in his eyes,
Sent quiver down her thighs,
Held her close,
Till she froze.

Felt her shiver,
Kissed her harder,
Till the fervor,
Became calmer.

Lust or love,
It didn't matter,
As long as the fire,
Lasted forever.

Sunrise

Cant wait for the morning,
Just to see the sun rising,
Seems from way down under,
Really from where, I wonder.

Its lovely pink,
Comes upto to its brink,
A new day,
Is here to stay.

The birds chirping,
Traffic not yet brimming,
Smells so crisp,
Everyone's so brisk.

The sunrise to tell,
When the heart swells,
A fresh start,
To forget the past.

Achy breaky

My lonely heart aches,
To see the one I once loved,
Walk away with some one else,
Not even once, looking back on time...

Winding roads

Driving down the country side,
Roads so pleasant & not so wide,
The rice fields, oh so green,
The Western Ghats, to enhance the scene…

Winding roads taking its path,
To where?! Question beats in the heart,
Lovely as it can be,
Twist of fate that we can’t see…

The sun setting,
Memories come rushing,
Overwhelming thoughts,
Supposedly a thing of the past…

With an aching heart,
Trying to fight it,
Tears rolling down,
Tasting the salt…

The after taste it leaves,
Not so sweet,
Winding roads – its twists and turns,
Longer it rolls – further it churns...