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"
Tag: poetry
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.
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.
Life – A stage
Lips faked smiles,
tongue was tied,
words were dying beneath,
throat was running dry…
The laugh….
i laughed…
pulling up the choked voice,
to tide over all fears and hesitations.
that couldn’t be resolved,
that couldn’t be ended,
but could just be tamed,
only to storm back
burying my mumbles down to the stomach,
making the next laugh
an impossible act to pull off…
Dilemma
Sometimes you feel like the head is in clouds, but you ain't flying. Still navigating through broken bylanes. The mapped journey has been sliced open into a waiting game and you are just not getting it right. When and whether to stop or resume. Slowly the gap between the level of journey and your goal widens. From reaching the destination it deteriorates to outrunning someone to preparing an inventory of reasons in case you are not able to reach the goal. The only way to survive this is to remember why you started and not let the question of where you have reached replace it
The Friday Party
you donno the ppl, you donno the place,
all so cramped up, yet easy in their space,
sweepstaking realities to photoshop face,
music seesawing to moods of treble and base,
you can see them jam, you can feel a vibe,
a floor full of strangers desperate to form a tribe,
the frame has more than your words can describe,
for a Friday night is much more than last Monday's bribe
Nishabd_The unexpressed 