No one would remember the first time they were told "say cheese" for a photograph. That was maybe the first time, we learnt to act different from what we actually felt in that moment. That was maybe the introduction to an art of separating expressions from emotion. Slowly we realised, holding onto expression for more than a minute could help avoid or turn many situations to our advantage. Feels like that "say cheese" was a shout out..."welcome to the stage"
Daydreams
They asked, “are you a daydreamer?”
He said,” No. Just that my dreams suffer from insomnia”
Life – A Stage
When you sit in a train facing the back and train starts moving, it feels like time travel in reverse. As if you are not heading somewhere but going back to where you started . The mistakes getting reversed, people who left you or the world coming back, things uncomplicating themselves with every minute returning to settle in your watch , every day returning to settle in your calender. As if someone whispering to you that everything till now was a rehearsal. Your final act is still in your hands.
I ain’t perfect
I aint perfect,
making up the happy face,
managing the perfect posture,
carrying the realisation,
somethings inside still need closure,
I aint perfect,
filling the cracks, hiding the creases,
pushing the boundaries,
closer i get, distance just increases
Sleepwalking notes
silent notes sleepwalking beaneath the keys and strings,
seldom do we notice these little things,
for they never step into the scene,
no noise, no news,
just a free beat in orchestrated rhythm,
and they jazz up the life's blues...
Fault in our stars
Faults can be maps to improvements.
All depends where you locate them,
in self
or
in stars.
Saving
We don't often market the idea of saving before we have wasted enough. And we keep a count of wastage instead of what is left. It is difficult to figure out whether we are trying to boast about our negligence or trying to just balance the guilt of letting go, when we could hold onto it
What if…
you could
touch the fragrance,
listen to the paintings,
see the bitterness,
smell the music..m
You ain’t here..
You ain't here to blend in chorus, but to find your voice and hear it first hand. It may not be mellifluous or convincing, you may reluctantly discover its coarseness. The first time you identify it and what its saying, you are likely to be in denial. But the moment you own it, you will be redeemed off all the glass ceiling.
Life happened….
Life often happened between ....
the half chances you messed up and the second chances that never came your way,
the decisions you made and the choices you let go,
the buses you missed and the plans you cancelled,
the people you wanted in life and people you were left with,
the outcomes you accepted and the situations you avoided.
Nishabd_The unexpressed 