Boredom
Time seems to stand still,
You don’t feel too thrilled;
You itch to do something, anything,
You get on the internet randomly clicking;
You have a case of acute ‘boredomitsis’
But you know there’s a cure for something like this
Get up, do something you’ve always wanted to do
And lo, behold, you’ve found the breakthrough
You are not bored anymore
You have a purpose to explore
The cure to boredom is to constantly be busy
Live life and be carefree
At work, almost as soon as I log into my laptop, I have my headphones on and start listening to music. The music I listen to is mostly Bollywood, with some fusion and shlokas thrown in. I have been adding to this collection for more than 10 years now and it just keeps growing! So this poem is because of this.
Music to my Ears
I plug in my headphones and start to move to the beat
Making sure I am still sitting in my seat
The rhythm starts slowly, building to a crescendo
My body starts to move, starts to glow
Suddenly realising that I am not at home but at work,
I temper my movements and start working to the tempo that is playing
The music fills my head, fills my soul
My work reflects the music I play, making me feel in control
My music fills my days, makes my day fly
Because of my music, my days make me not want to complain
Alone
In a sea of people, I am alone,
Lonely and in solitude, as I’d always known.
People around me talking and laughing,
But my ears hear only noise which seems like babbling.
Their mirth fills my ears but I still choose to ignore,
Passing off their talk as useless rancour.
I know in my heart, I am being anti-social,
But it seems like ignorance is perhaps blissful.
I don’t get sucked into people’s worlds,
Watch their lives, as it unfurls.
It’s a job, not my life which is already full of strife
I prefer to be alone, a loner all my life
Alone means being with your thoughts,
Alone means facing life head on, even its onslaughts
I love being alone, it’s never a pain
To pretend to like being with people, to have to feign
I know I can fall down
I know you will make sure I get up and go
I know you are around, but you won’t show yourself to me
I know that you keep me safe and sound
I know that I can rely on you to make sure I don’t run aground
I know that you’ve got my back
I know that you’ll make me pick my slack
I know that you love me whatever happens
I know that this will be in spite of life’s directions
So I strong in the face of adversity
Lead a life that’s carefree
Because I know you have my back
My support, my friend, my hero
I know….
When life throws you a curveball, it is only hope that keeps our spirits alive.
Hope
When you are so sad and depressed,
When your world feels like it will end,
When you don’t want to leave your bed or room,
When you feel the world is against you.
Then like a little ray of hope, a small flicker which clears the gloom,
Like the flame of light that lights a room,
Like the tiny thread of happiness that clears your sense of doom.
The ray of hope that flows from the heart,
That which warms the ramparts of the heart.
That which makes the world a beautiful place,
That which makes your heart sing and lets it chase.
This is hope my friends, the emotion that lets life befriend
Hope that makes the world being something we can now comprehend
Memories and Such 