Vanquishing the Inutile

The unforgivable sin,

A futile feeling,

The destroyer of millions,

The termination of good.

Oh why this hate?

What fete does it make?

Wracks all felicitous lives,

Turns gold to ashes,

Repays cipher but sadness,

And disconnected decisions,

To throw you into a pool of rue,

With slight ways to hark back,

Though you battle it along your regained consciousness,

To egress triumphant against your evil intents,

And to realize at the finish,

What an ignorant little coward you've equaled,

For you never trusted the power vested within you,

To believe in outsmarting what you guessed,

 was merely a small part of you.

Crossroads

Disarrayed ambitions spread across
Thoughts engulfed in confusion
She stands still in helpless anguish
Knowing not what lays ahead
Fearing consequence of a wrong turn
As she readies herself to tread on one
A step further, she retracts two more
Her mind filled with pessimism, like
thorned shackles bound to aching feet.
As her eyes shut for a divine intervention
A sudden inner peace befalls on her,
her own strength battling the dilemma.
She sets afoot on a path less traveled
Courage coursing through her veins.
She strides on her way unflinchingly
Never looking back or contemplating it
Like a true warrior, she conquered it.

Defying Laws of Physics?!

Alright.. Before you start contemplating that this post is some nerdy breakthrough rendition of an otherwise lame concept of physics.. Well, its not! (Yeah too bad you quantum freaks!) This is about my simply immutable but futile battle with weightloss! Sigh.. I cant seem to recollect since when this has been going on, I guess from the time my baby fat clung on to me even after I was done being a baby! After maybe gazillions of periodic attempts to shed flab throughout my life, thanks to some bullying and constant chiding at my workplace, once again, I decided to face that childhood monster of mine. So then, started the dreadful ‘detox weekend!’ (read how to ruin a weekend) which included ‘water and fruits fest’ and ‘roughage tour’. All in all it formed a good start, this was followed by mild ‘Trot time’  and ‘Toss the junk’ period where I was to bid adieu to my beloved cheese, mayo, confectionery and other similar niceties of life. This went on for about 20 days and thankfully I was able to shed a considerable few pounds (don’t ask me how much, I believe little drops make an ocean!) anyways I was elated at my progress (as usual) until the dreaded festive season dawned upon me. Just one, one freaking day of a tad too much food and sweets (I just couldn't help myself) and zing! The lost pounds came right back at me! It was almost like science played a cruel joke on me..  twenty whole days of effort gone in just a day! I looked helplessly anguished at my mother after stepping off from the weighing scale (which I jumped on, in anger) she muttered something about calorie balance which I didn't bother to hear. All I could do after this was, blame some random mysterious power that defied laws of mass and time balance for my epic failure. Hence, presently I have given up, as usual.. Although I am positively sure this saga will start again. Until then, I shall rejoice my munchies.. *om nom nom nom*! 

Right Who?!

Alright.. so I have been told by my ardent followers (haha!) that I am turning too 'Emo' in my posts! After the initial 'OMG! How can you say this to me' kind of reaction.. I did realize that the mood in my posts are turning morose. So yeah, without any further delay.. I shall get back to my wry and retarded style.

A few days back, I came across this cliche line 'They keep saying that the right one will come along.. I think mine got hit by a truck!' Although I had heard this before, oddly enough I rolled over and laughed my head off! You see, I'm currently in the process of 'Soul searching' or maybe just 'Searching' (If you know what I mean!) and somehow this line seemed very fitting at this point in time. But ofcourse as usual my brain loved to come up with random quirky alternatives of what events could take place, resulting into him going AWOL! (Ok.. by now you must have decided that this is a pointless post! but hey, I bet many would relate to it in some way). So here's a list of what may have happened to 'Mr. Right!'.

1. Is no more!.. sigh (I'm such an optimist!)
2. Abducted by aliens for being extraordinary!
3. Is a poor guy's soul, trapped in a girl's body!
4. Is actually a girl! (Woah!)

5. Is a girl trapped in a guy's body! (Yikes!)
6. Has gone under cover and hence all records are missing. (Ethan Hunt image!)
7. Has transfigured into my pet cat.. to constantly watch over me! (No wonder I love my cat so much!)
8. Is actually none but 'ME'! (Oh no wonder I'm so self obsessed)
9. Is playing hide & seek with me. (Only hide in this case!)
10. Has gone to the Himalayas for 'Soul searching' like me.

11. Renounced worldly pleasures and turned a monk.

12. Got recruited by the Al- Qaida. (Oh god no!)

13. Is stuck in a time warp and repeating the same day over and over.

14. Is a cartoon/ fictional character. (Eg. 'Flinn Ryder' from the anime 'Tangled'!)

15. Has gone invisible, thanks to either uncontrolled mutation or an invisibility cloak!

... And the list goes on..

P.S- I just realized that this post is sort of 'Emo' too! Yikes! Post here, if you have any theories of your own!!

Flawed Perfection

The idea of perfection as some say,

is the zenith of one's desires.

A frail hope that drives our kind.

We toil from dawn to dusk,

hoping we might achieve the

unachieved. Yet we seek aimlessly,

only to realize in the end, 

It was all but a grand deceit!

The concept of a perfect flawless life,

Is flawed from the start! For there's

nothing that can quench our desires.

Best decisions are the weighted ones

and we often get what we deserve.

Best things in life are not perfect

its what that makes us most content.

A happy present and a blissful future,

A fitting rebuke to a glorified deceit!

Few Unspoken Words

There are a million instances where we fail to express our feelings to people.. be it a heartfelt apology which never made it out of our heart, few words of forgiveness, or an expression of love and care, or just plain wrath that stayed dormant over the years, only to ruin relationships one fine day (personally experienced.. sigh!). In every walk of life we come across myriads of feelings for people but somehow manage to conceal expressing it to them. Makes me wonder, why do we even do that? Random disconnected words crop in my mind in the form of answers. Pride, shame, stubbornness, affection or just plain stupidity! People tend to complicate simple issues in their 'pragmatically- challenged' heads and taint bonds over simple or somber exchange of words. A lesson to be learnt from little children or perhaps a person's dying wishes, is the urge to speak out their feelings. A childhood once lost is gone forever.. but why wait till it comes down to our last words. Why not muster up the courage and blurt those few unspoken words! Life might just turn out to be different after all.. all those lost opportunities will cease to exist when we retrospect our life one fine day and we may actually be content with our decisions. The whole mania of 'You only live once' (YOLO!) might just make sense after all.

Twilight

The sun descends,

And hides behind the fading gleam of the clouds,

Darkness lifts,

With a hint of illumination peeking out of the veil,

The world is lit with a foreign glint,

Making it look like its in a state of war,

The hour of the defeated?

Reality seems to disagree,

For it looks ravishing,

And transfixes one to exalt,

What flavors to be the kingdom, of Dusk.