~Where is your power.

Being born in a family without pressures.
More than my own family, seems like my relatives hold more value than me.
Families with a cut-throat competition, bondage seems to be in vain.
Why compete so much, when your own kid's happiness you fail to see?

"I am 5 and I want to become an artist when I grow up!
Canvas infront of me, painting a galaxy holding a tea cup.
All over the world, people recognising my talent,
rugged and bearded, artsy ladies getting charmed by my persona being so galant!"

"Humongous money I'd make, people sharing my art over their walls,
My wife and children giving me a proud grin, standing in a big art hall."

"Haughty relatives from my family being jealous from the achievements I have made,
"My son earns 3 lacs a month." Well? I earn the same amount everyday,
My canvases hung on the wall, While I am here being laid!"


So much I had thought of, today I am 20.
Pressurized to do something which was against my passion, expecting me to pass with a score of 90.

Nobody valued my mind so creative, every one seemed to look away,
I brought my artpiece to show them in my hands; looks of disgust came my way.

"Wannabe M.F. Hussain, get back to your den!
What will others think of you? You have no idea of it, you're stupid. You have no brain."

Funny how they indirectly depict that in their lives a relative's perspective hold more value.

Now I know why babies cry when they're born, they know what they're leading themselves into.

A 4-day validity life full of competition to prove your power,
Power is what money is called as here, choosing guns instead of flowers.

Well, when you die, I don't think they'll place a gun on your grave and walk away.

Flowers hold the value. Those flowers kept on your grave will carry your soul to home.

And call it a day.

~ Where is your power.

The Tv Industry

The world is a live tv,
The eyes are the camera;
The pupil are the lenses,
The thoughts are the recap of the opera.

The scenery is the studio,
Me, you, aren't you we all just paid actors?
From Sheetal Aunty screaming for water in the nearby slum,
To the neighbour chilling on a friday eve, sipping a glass of his Old Monk rum.

The situations are the genres.
From the Adrenaline shooting of the viewers, to blood presssure rising up the nerves;
From the romantic evening spent by a couple on a cruise like Titanic,
To that hot classmate through that Sari showing off that beautiful curve.

The world is full of channels, and yet we fail to see!
So stuck on that one permanent channel of yours,
ignorant about how many channels your server from above the seven skies has set for us all cost-free.

We are just simple actors possessing of working on one channel to another.
We work in this industry to survive for ourself. Stop being under the contemplative pressure.

Some are seniors, some are the villains, teaching you to deal with your show;
Learn it and slip to an another episode, with full of glee like a colourful rainbow.

For one day when you'll end doing your shows, and retire from the industry,
Experience is what will make you proud,
Did those villains even matter? They were there to teach you, make your mind broad and free.

You gotta remember the good studios, the good sceneries, the good episodes that you had to work in,
You will find your retirement worthy,
Keep them recorded, and soon you'll be home, with full of happiness and on a face, a big grin.

~THE WORLD IS A LIVE TV

Addiction is prohibited

"I got judged today.
Being 20, wearing loose and long clothes even on the night of Friday.
Pulled up hood to hide my curls, large baggy clothes to hide my curves,
Puffing out a cigarette when the anxiety kicked the glee away,
So, I got judged today."

"Never associated much with a hidden-casting fear,
would fly off if a human being came near.
Stood far off from the teenage drama because of the arrogance that made all those puppies sway away,
But somehow I stil got judged today."

"Came from a jinxed family whose greed never seemed to fulfilled,
Hatred and shotguns took place, where that special relation was meant to be built.
Anger on its peak, nerves would always be going cray,
Well nobody knows this;
And I still got judged today."

"Mental problems are always at the stake of killing me,
'Losing my other half forever.' the only thought that at 3 am, drills in me.
Pulling out my cigarette was the only thing that can help me turn the destructed madland into a green ball of water, standimg by the bay,
But who knew that it'll get me judged today."