It’s an hour to midnight
The gong strikes and cuckoo sings
He is typing vehemently on his laptop
When a message pings
His friend is back from a trek
And awaits below the building
To return the backpack and bottle
He runs down the wing
An hour of discussion
He gets the fill of the adventure
His eyes rove as his friend enacts
The key things right from departure.
He returns back to his laptop
And glances at the work pending
I need some coffee, he figures
To help with the work unending
He goes to the kitchen
And takes the bottle inside
Only to open it
And be taken on a joyride
For the bottle emits
The smell of the mountain
Fresh. Nostalgic. Petrichor.
He whiffs again to ascertain.
Indeed the bottle smells
Of stories of adventures
Of sweat and success
Of off the road ventures
His mind nerves recreate
The feeling of being on a trek
He is standing on the mountain
With hard sun behind his neck
The view gets his guard down
For nothing but humility can throng
He relives the magnitude of nature
And the feeling of being strong.
He has smelled the mountain now
There is no more holding back
He needs to pack his backpack
And set off on a new track.
He sips the hot coffee
Browsing for upcoming treks
For The Mountains Are Calling
And He Should Go!!!
This poem is written in response to the 81st IndiSpire prompt: Write a 2minute poem! Yeah Heard right! An INSTANT 2-minute poem,a simple,sweet,nicely rhyming poem,playing with words,not hard but easy,funny and cool,a relief to your mind,not to grind,but to find,a solace and some peace #My2MinutePoem
Here comes a poem which is a rap
Listening to it will make your legs tap
So lets hear it for your power within
And let this saga begin!
You are fire, you are the sun
Let all doubts within you burn!!
You are beautiful, you are sexy,
You are amazing, you are flexi!!
You are the cause, you are the result
You are the catalyst, go ahead and exult!
You are bigger than your circumstance
So stop thinking, go for it and advance!!
I’ve been acting my entire life
I no further know who I actually am
I’ve masked myself for way too long
I no further remember how I really look
My choices are flavoured
My likes are coloured
I am this person on a high
Drugged by unnecessary things
I try to hide, mix in the crowd
Pretending to be what I’m not
I don’t know if I’ll be happier
By acknowledging who I am
I’ve been acting my entire life
I don’t want to know who I actually am
Ganesha wanted to start writing in his book new,
So he created pencils few.
Of different colours they were – but of same potential,
Happy with his creation, he went to nap, for resting was essential.
An impromptu conversation started among the pencils,
Discussing their dreams and required skills.
Known to all individually, yet unknown collectively,
They started judging and discounting each other’s aspirations…
“I want to write the first alphabet of a child”, said one.
Another said, “I want to sketch the world, that would be fun!”
“I want to write my own autobiography, like people have done”
“I want to write something historic, to be forgotten by none!…”
Each one had given meaning to their existence,
Unknown to destiny, they thought they’ll get what they want through persistence,
But life isn’t fair and can’t be missed,
Coz its beautiful and filled with bliss…
Ganesha awoke and chatter came to an end,
He had heard their conversations and decided it was time for rules to be bent,
He decided to reveal the purpose of their existence,
Smiling, he thought about the positive consequence…
“Your life will be miserable if you don’t get what you decided,
You’ll not enjoy what you’re doing, nor be at peace with what others are getting to do…
Jealousy will grip you as you grow shorter…
You’ll loose your sharpness out of fatigue and get hotter (temperament)”
“Realise you limit yourself when you decide what you want to do,
Leave that thought and you will create endless possibilities new.
Life then would be a choice of various opportunities…
Stay sharp and do your work with integrity…”
“For your life is what it has to be as per the bigger picture…”
I ordered a car new,
Model was different, owned by few.
Its finish was bold,
Looking at it, you’ll get clean bowled!
Colour I chose was yellow,
Yellow is Coldplay, Yellow is Me!
Yellow is Sunshine, Yellow isn’t green…
I never chose Yellow because it was Yellow
Days went by as I imagined driving my pride,
To all friends I look good to, I thought of giving a ride.
Life was waiting, happiness was in future;
In its anticipation, present went by…
Finally the day came when I went to pick up the car,
It was in the showroom, tucked inside far
Covered in cloth, like a bad boy waiting to be unleashed.
Down came the ribbon and the cloth fell down with ease.
To my shock I stared and stared,
For the colour was green, not yellow
I didn’t order this, I said repeatedly in my mind
Empowered with thoughts, I went to argue with the vendor!
While I shouted and was furious; he maintained his calm,
I handed over the keys in my palm.
He had the audacity to say the model & colour was as per my specification,
Annoyed and hysterical, I checked my application.
‘It says yellow, see’ I shouted aloud checking the application,
He patiently took me to the car,
And asked a couple of salesmen to identify its colour
‘Yellow’ they said unanimously, without any quiver.
They all were trying to prove me wrong,
One thing I hated strong.
Beaten but not lost, I continued to argue,
For the payment was yet due
I checked again; the car was still green,
That put me in retrospection
I was still wearing those blue shades, I remembered
I removed them, and voila, the car was yellow!!! 🙂
The car represents people in our life
Green is how we see them
Yellow is how they actually are
So when are you dropping your glasses?
Life is like a candy in hand,
You get to choose which one you want
Its hard to decide given the array of options
You look at your friends choosing their candies
You want to choose something unique
Definitely better than your friends
And go for the one that looks the most attractive
Though the reference of attractive comes from your past
This is the way it always happens
You choose from things you know you know or you know you don’t know
Ignoring candies you don’t know that you don’t know anything about
So not all candies stand an equal chance to be chosen
You choose one on what options match your reference of attractive
Hoping it will taste awesome
As you walk out of the shop, friends praise you for your choice
And you look around to see what they chose
Creating a problem where none actually exists
You’ve decided this candy might not be the one
Not all attractive things taste good, you say to yourself
Forgetting totally to actually taste the candy and verify it!!
Your friend comes out of the shop with the prettiest candy you’ve ever seen
You feel jealous and curse your luck for choosing your candy
And decide to henceforth select the candy your friend chose
Forgetting to enjoy the candy in your hand!!
As you finally open the wrapper to taste the candy,
Preconceived thoughts about its taste mess your mind
Now the actual taste doesn’t matter for you already have decided how bad it tastes
You end up blaming the candy for what its actually not!
Enter the irony of life – Your friend is sad as he feels your candy tastes better
But can’t say the same, the same way you won’t compliment him for his choice
Both suffer for wanting something not in their control
Completely forgetting they chose what they hold in hand!
Why do you do this you think to yourself
Doesn’t being miserable make you suffer?
But it has a payoff too, you justify – others empathise for you
But wont being happy give a better payoff?
Remember you chose the candy you are holding in hand
You chose it because you chose it, that’s it!
No other stories around it
Now, relish what you chose without any notions…
Have you come across a point
Where right and easy crossed roads
And you traded off the right for the easy
As you look back in the past
You regret taking the path often trod
When you traded off the right for the easy
You tried to let it go but couldn’t
And now you stand at cross roads again
Will you still trade off the right for the easy?
Today’s the day to make the right choice
Take the path which is right
Don’t trade the right for the easy
Where eyes opened at dawn with the whistle of the trek leader,
We got out of our tents with toothbrushes and toilet papers…
Attending nature’s call in the midst of cold meadows was a dreaded task,
Its something about which to trekkers you never ask!
Once done with morning routine; we had breakfast and tea,
Waiting for the sunrays to bring warmth in bounty…
Sunscreen on our face made us look like ghosts,
We didn’t curse the sun; for without it we would have frost!
Sunrays made way through the surrounding ice clad mountains,
The blue lake mirrored the golden peaks’ reflection…
Overjoyed with happiness, hundreds of sheep ran in glowing sunlight
Casting shadows on the lush green meadows, we saw dreams catch flight!
Tents were packed, along with food for noon
Things were mount on horses, they were a boon
Holding our backpacks, we began the day’s trek,
For any traces of litter we double checked!!!
Trekking pole on a hand, DSLR on another we walked uphill,
Passing by rivulets where melted water was filled…
Ring clouds engulfed mountain peaks,
Glaciers burst to make way for river streams!
Hours passed as we walked on terrain unexplored,
Meadows, snow, rocks, flowers; we couldn’t ask for more
Descent was nothing but the beginning of ascent we learnt,
Enchanted, we kept walking to see the next lake discerned!!!
There were moments when we felt we couldn’t make it,
Nature at its glory tired body would refrain to take in…
Fight between body and mind was always at its peak,
But odds of body winning over mind always were bleak!!!
We reached at a point just 20 km from the Line of Control,
And jumped with joy as we put down the trekking pole,
For it was time to unfurl the Tricolour of ours…
With Patriotism we sung our Jawaans’ glory for hours…
As we hopped and played at lunch point we arrived,
Resting our bare feet in water, by the river we dined…
Sound of water cutting through rocks brought in peace,
It reiterated struggle was essential, be it business or service!
Suddenly, wild horses from far off mountains ran down,
Enthralled, we looked at each other like clowns
And grabbed our cameras as they playfully bathed in the river…
And caressed each other with love infinite as we quivered!
As they twisted their necks and soaked in sun,
Competing with each other, we saw them run…
It were moments like these we got captivated,
Unspoken love of animals got us motivated!
We walked post lunch at reduced pace,
For campsite wouldn’t be far, though there wasn’t a trace 😛
Singing songs or playing some game as clouds passed by
Landscapes changed, but friends stayed by…
Finally we were near enough to see the campsite along the lake,
The view tempted us to take a break
Never had near been this far in life…
For to reach it, there was another descent
As we sat there observing the highest peak in the town,
Rivulets formed from melting snow slithered their way down
And joined the sapphire blue water reflecting thousand suns,
Beholding its beauty made all our pains shun!
As we walked down a sound reached our ears,
Amazed, we looked around to face our fears…
It was a Giant Indian Marmot so shy,
It fled soon as we passed by.
The campsite view was beyond words,
The smell of pakode and soup struck a chord…
Undeterred by the ice cold water we took a dip in the lake,
It was more difficult than taking a leap of faith!
As we gathered to play the gentlemen’s game,
Bangalore team hoped to earn fame…
But ROI (Rest of India) team were destined to win the game,
As history repeated itself, Bangalore team lost with shame.
Clouds outburst as we ran for cover,
Chances of a rematch were over…
All wet; we assembled in the kitchen tent,
For what to do next was all set…
Playing mafia was a favourite pass time,
Mafias sweared on the country, for it was worth every dime
Villagers got out and mafias won;
And Doctors saved themselves for fun!
As the sun set; the sky dawned a star studded black gown,
And beguiled us with her beauty in which we drowned…
For dinner we ate to our heart’s content,
To summarise it, it was a day well spent!
Washing plates in chilling water was an arduous task,
Later, we gathered in tents after filling hot water in flasks;
The night had just begun as we played game of tens…
Happy and content we felt like kings in our dens!!!
As the moonless night advanced we dared to venture in the dark,
Watching a million stars shine just for us as we left our pug marks…
Nocturnal music entertained us as we shared life stories,
Then all got to sleep while I read Tuesdays with Morrie!
When eyes could no longer stay open, I went to sleep
Wondering how many mysteries could nature keep!
Tomorrow would be another date with heaven on earth…
Electrified, I laughed with mirth!!
Photo Courtesy – Abhinav, Chery, Sidd, Udit, Abhineet and myself 🙂