The Poet in me - 6

Do, do it perfect

Play the music so well that even the Guitar should wonder if it's really it's own strings that's sounding so good.

Love your woman so passionately that makes her feel she must be the most beautiful woman in the universe.

Sing a song that can so much touch hearts that even tears should not realize when it started to flow from the listener's eyes.

Party so hard that even a stranger passing by gets rejuvenated.

Keep smiling, laugh so full of heart, that the face and heart muscles are happy all the time, and feel like slapping you whenever you frown.

The wait

The wait for you, that longing in that wait,

The anticipation of you being the water for this thirst, the water has turned poison in this wait,

All I have to decide is if I have to die of thirst, or die of poison.

Just the usual life struggles...the struggle is part of the wait, the wait needs more time, and the time is something no one has, just keep singing.

Women are singers, they come and sing in your life, our job is to be the Guitar for their singing and they will make our life musical and melodious.

You are a line in my Book!

When it's happening, it's life,

When it's yet to begin, it's a poetry,

When it's going smooth, it's melody,

When it gets brutal, it's agony,

When it ends, it becomes a story.

Now which part of the story do you tell? The chapters that we chose to omit, the chapters that we chose to glorify.

If we look back at our own story, how many chapters would you re-write? How many pages would you burn?

Here's my book,

I have space for a line of each of you,

You give me love, the lines becomes chapters,

Even if you hurt me later, the chapter of you still exists, but just a para gets added which the readers might find spicier to read, and your entire chapter gets omitted.

The Long Road

On this long road am driving on,

I liked the "me time" driving alone for some time,

I started to believe the journey was more important than the destination,

After some more tyre rubber I burnt, I realized neither the journey nor the destination is important, but the company mattered.

This long road pushed me into self exploration, some self pity, liking some music,

The long road has just enough breaks to refuel and continue the journey,

After spending almost a lifetime on this long road, I realized I was never meant to reach anywhere,

Oh this damn long road, it made me believe if I had bigger Car, drive faster I could reach, but the long road runs for eternity.

The point of truth

That line in the Mirage that partitions reality and visual illusion,

That border where the sky meets the ocean,

That road bend that becomes uphill from downhill,

That point when hope turns dejection,

That point when patience turns to anger

That moment when you wake up from a dream, not knowing if you are out of a dream or entering a dream,

That moment when the adoration on a Lion turns disgust when you see it mercilessly killing a helpless deer.

It's that breaking point, it's that moment where opinions, perceptions change, the choice between the two realities.

To be, or not to be

To be, or not to be,

To do, or not to do,

To accept the mediocrity around you,

To digest the toxicity around you,

To accept the self importance you give to yourself,

To maintain sanity amidst insanity,

To maintain mindfulness in the middle of nonsensical minds,

To realize what you were meant to be, designed to be,

To accept the uncertainty of life,

To find peace with the strangeness of situations,

To be the voice of your own insecurities,

To expect counter opinions to your opinions,

To wipe the tears and move on.

The talented loser

I am full of talent,

I am all fame,

I am respected,

I am the king,

I am loved,

I am the dream, I am the inspiration, I am the epitome of aspiration...yet my life is all about hopes and prayers.

Prayers for my success supersedes my talent and failures.

I can't decide if this is my life story or RCB's!