A Foreseen Future

What will become of me I often ask?

I will grow old with eyes which I can’t use anymore

They’ve been exposed to so much radiation from computers and TV

Despite Lasik they’ll never be as they were before

I will have lungs which will be of no use to me

All the air I breathe now is polluted and filled with passive smoke.

I already have the lungs of an 80 year old woman.

All this will affect my respiratory system and give me an early stroke

Speaking of my heart,

the arteries will be blocked with cholesterol and fat

No thanks to all the junk I consume

I will probably not survive the first heart attack

Constant conversations on my cell will take its toll

My brain will be fried,

I will lose all my memories n myself.

But won’t admit it n ask for help coz of too much pride.

I won’t be able to walk straight anymore

Bad posture and night shifts will come back to haunt me

My spine will go for a toss

I will be dependent on a stick, no more free

My diet will consist of liquids

I’ll possess a stomach destroyed

years of chemical consumption will puncture it

Nothing can be done then, I’ll be sad, helpless & annoyed

I will have hands which won't grasp anything.

Arthritis and brittle bones will work their magic

Always using my hands to type or write,

Without their use, life will become quite tragic

I will age ungracefully

My looks will get affected

All the usage of unnatural products

I chose to ignore advice despite knowing what I suspected

I will look back and wonder could I have done things differently?

Would life find me forgiving?

Is it stupidity to know yet do nothing about it?

Was this life worth living?

An average Jane

I’m an average girl with average tastes.

I don’t like to party

Even when the chips are down I don’t lose faith.

There’s nothing special about what I listen to

or what I like to watch

I like to procrastinate the inevitable

I believe what everyone says is true.

I love my friends and family with all my heart.

It took me forever to grow up

I am one who believes she’s always right and smart.

What makes me different from the rest?

I am a common face in the crowd.

Fighting to survive and be the best.

Stalker

A stalker believes it’s his God given right,
To invade the privacy of an innocent and give her a fright.
No act is overlooked, no conversation ignored.
The stalker is a weirdo who is very bored!

Watching from a distance keeping tabs on her life.
What she does who she meets as if she’s his wife.
Despite facing rejection he still continues trying his luck.
He goes unnoticed, behind objects he ducks.

He’ll keep messaging, cyber stalking and calling.
Not for one minute thinking his victim finds this all appalling.
He hopes someday she’ll feel the way he does for her.
All hell will break loose if she doesn’t concur.

He pushes his chances farther away with every act.
Making her hate him it becomes a well known fact.
He worries over every little thing related to his ‘love.’
Thinking their pair was a match made from above.

He walks around like a man possessed.
He doesn’t realize how badly he’s obsessed.
Too scared to face reality and the truth,
He forces to be a part of her world till she gives him the boot.

Disturbed

What do you do with the memories of a person who no longer exists in your life?

What do you do when you come across things that remind you of them?

How do you stop the pain you feel cutting you deep like a knife?

What do you do about all the hatred that stems?

What do you do when that person does everything to hurt you?

How do you stop your heart from caring?

What do you do when that person was stuck to you like glue?

How do you stop yourself from all the sharing?

What do you do with everything you knew about them?

How do you forget moments of the past?

What do you do when you no longer consider them rare like a gem?

What do you say about a relationship that didn’t last?

What do you do when you see them again?

How do you erase everything you went through together?

How do you pick up the pieces and being?

What do you do when forever becomes never?

She

People look at her and think she’s so happy.

Unaware of the sadness that consumes her being.

All alone with no one to share her thoughts with,

She lies awake all night fighting emotions, disagreeing.

The heaviness in her heart reflects in her footsteps.

Lost in a crowd, she wanders about.

Remembering a time when happiness was hers to take.

No one cares if she screams or shouts.

Tired of battling demons n dillusions,

She wants to get in touch with reality again.

Why does sadness loom overhead?

She doesn’t know what to do or how to begin.

Nobody can save her anymore.

She’s filled with a darkness and void so deep.

No light can brighten and destroy it.

The sadness has consumed her soul for keeps.

What was...

Looking back I don’t realize how quickly time flew.

Seems like just yesterday we started chatting.

How lovely our friendship grew.

I remember our late night talking.

Binge fests in restaurants.

Our useless squawking.

The times we dissed movies together.

The way you made dinner for me.

The way we said friends forever.

The times you wiped my tears.

The smile you brought upon my face.

The way you danced after a few beers.

The rides on your bike.

The time I rode it in fear.

The words forgiven out of spite.

The times we stood on your terrace.

The way you stuffed me with watermelons.

The way you call me Princess.

The care you showed when I was ill.

The plans we made for the future.

The times you refuse to let me pay the bill.

Songs sung in the middle of the night.

So many of those pointless conversations.

All these moments made our friendship so right.

Unintentional

I don't know when it happened.

When you became so special to me.

We became so close.

through all the times we disagreed.

My day starts and ends with you.

You're always there for me,

What would I do without you?

I believe this is how true friends be.

It's been a funny kind of friendship.

Sometimes I hated you.

Mostly I loved you.

I have cared this much for too few.

You are dear to me but you don't know.

I know for you this is unfair.

I can't put my feelings for show.

I always pretend like I don't care.

Be my buddy always.

I'll cherish the laughter and tears,

You were there for me.

Driving away my fears.

Know that you are special.

I will always care & love you.

You're my buddy Bangu.

My friendship for u is true.

Moments of Life

It’s the tired eyes which refuse to sleep

It’s the overworked mind that reflects so deep

It’s the lazy body which won’t work out

It’s the aimless person who roams about.

It’s the broken heart which refuses to let go

It’s the ones who lie that put on a show

It’s the smart ones who think they’re so cool

It’s the ones deprived off love that behave like a fool

It’s the innocence of a child that’s lost

It’s the times when the lines are crossed

It’s the beauty of a person so vain

It’s the person who lives a life in pain

It’s the ones with big egos that break the bonds

It’s the coward who avoids confrontations & absconds

It’s the hungry soul that yearns for more

It’s the ones who move fast that want it like before

It’s the things that are bad which are good

It’s the things we wish we could

It’s the experiences which we find bizarre

It’s the moments like these which make lives what they are

Compassion

A nation decided a terrorist will die.
He had looked so ordinary like you and I.
What did he get out of killing so many civilians?
He had planned to kill more than millions

Nuclear bombs and weapons can only make us feel secure
Hatred is the most dangerous weapon which has no cure.
He brought with him sadness, anger and pain.
We had welcome him not knowing he’s insane.

Isn’t that what terrorists are?
Fighting a self proclaimed war?
Insane with hatred and power.
Awareness of such mad activities is the need of the hour.

Brainwashed with half baked information.
Misinterpreting teachings of a creation.
Unleashing havoc and fear is what they strive for.
They decided to destroy humanity, they swore.

Taking lives and playing God as they please.
Deciding for others what’s right or wrong, it becomes a disease.
Forgetting the innocent is worse than the act itself.
Let’s not print it, forget it by then throwing it in a shelf.

Honouring the deceased for a death caused by no fault of their own,
Is how humanity, bravery and kindness are shown.

I am...

I often wondered

If I wasn’t working as me,

Then who would I be?

I had so many choices

When I was a child

My imagination knew no bounds

It would always run wild

I thought of being a surgeon

I’d get my degree from Princeton

I then found out how hard life can be

It was a tough call but I faced reality.

Nope, this wasn’t the profession for me.

Then I thought of being a lawyer

Strong, confident, powerful

No morals or values, it’s shameful.

You twist the truth,

You’re a well paid liar

Nope, this wasn’t the profession for me.

I then wanted to be a teacher

No job seemed more noble and convenient

But a closer look at the profession

Had me raise an eyebrow and question

A teacher is not appreciated for her work

She’s in fact looked upon as an alien creature

Only when the kids grow up they realize

They are who they are partly because of the teachers

Efforts, hard work and nagging cries!

Nope, this wasn’t the profession for me.

I decided a writer is what I wanted to be

Creative, independent, carefree,

I soon realized I’m not so artsy

Down the drain that dream went

Nope, this wasn’t the profession for me.

A Rep, Ops Manager, Voice coach, Trainer,

Content Writer, Assistant Manager, Freelance Editor.

My job doesn't change me or make me me,

I am who I am because this is who I want to be.