Good and bad

How many times has the world changed
How many people have tried to change it
How do we know that it has changed enough
Does it really matter cos its going to change again

We think we know what we are doing
Till somebody else proves us wrong
What is right does not remain so for long
How many of us revere the Mahatma still

And so the wheel turns all the time
Towards right or wrong no one knows
The only thing that really matters
Is that photograph of yours with a smile. 

Perspectives

As the sun set in the western sky, I looked at it with envy.  It is the end of day for that guy.  Just go away and relax in the other world.  Shine away in some beautiful far away from all the ugliness that surrounds me.  For me, the ugliness stays on.  The issues at work.  The toils of the roads.  The miseries of my fellow beings.  The corrupt eating away what is mine.  The fighters against the corrupt look at the meek and cynical me with contempt.  The demands and the needs of the people who want some more.

While they demand more, I demand more too.  I need to change my phone, my car, my music system and so on.  The demands increase and I dream of it even when I sleep.  There is no setting for me it is all set up for me and I need to run behind it all; all the time.  The world is spinning too fast toooooo faaaasssst... Oh no... Kaboom.

Ah the sun has set.  Isn't it time to go home?  I think I have done enough.  I thought I will be able to do some more but then I think this will do for now.  There is always a tomorrow and another tomorrow after that and one more tomorrow after that.  It is not like the world is going end tomorrow and even if it does how does it matter whether all work is complete or not.  So let us see how things are in the outside.  There will be a smile in the misery.  There will be those who are happy with whatever is happening.  There will be other fighting for a change.  It will be nice to see them walk along side by side.  And then I do what I want to do and not think about what I need or need to do.  Just relax and settle down.

A pathetic ode to a sweet love story

Stunned may be not from the first sight
But impacted highly when I finally realized
There is no choice for me but to fall
I did not have the ability to fight

For you it all seemed different
You resisted everything I offered
All I looked for were some innocent words
But your scare to give them were apparent

Should I go on or move on
I cant do a Robert Brucey never give up
If I dont give up this quick
Soon your resistance will mellow down

I watch, talk, write, signal and wait...