Yes! I am very biased !!

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People often complain that I am very biased

I play favourites, some of them even voice

Rarely do I reward, seldom have I admired

I don’t promote their work, to have ‘em recognized

 

Yes I admit! I am very biased

I have no qualms to claim, selectively do I admire

I do reward merely and occasionally

I do appreciate measly and miserly

 

Well, I am inclined towards those

Who endow their mind and heart

Who want to make a difference

Passion is their fuel, excellence be their art

 

Commitment and honesty be their natural class

Solidarity is their aim, Winning is their cause

Genuine contribution be their hallmark

No ill intentions, their work is no ersatz

 

I do have special affection for those

Who break inertia and make new rules

Intrinsic desire to grow n evolve

Are the values they acquired in school

 

Special affinity I behold for those who follow ‘the right’

Innovation n creativity is their mental diet

For they are the ones who’ll grow, in stature n length

They are my weakness n they are my only strength

 

I value exceptional work, mediocrity’s not my style

I reward one true great step, than several trivial n trite

Innocent n curious minds, sparkle in their eyes

Ready to learn, open to collaborate, is all that’ll suffice

 

I detest crafty actions

I despise sham n fancy footwork

I don’t approve of selfish motives

Shorn of co-creation and worth

 

I choose n espouse those who aspire and yearn

Commit to excel and rectitude they adorn

I own these seeds and water them with fervour

Take a bet on them, their success is my endeavor

 

If you want to be my star

If you wish to win my soul

Have good intent; just strive for your best

Learn to be true to your role

 

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Rising above lows…

At times I feel so restless

At times so disdained

So lonely and in distress

Extinguished and insane

 

Ever there’d be a spark

Ever there’d be some light

To put myself together

To gather some might

 

At loss of my muses

At loss of cause to write

Suddenly bereft of energy

Beat and full of trite

 

Feeling of hopelessness

Feeling bitterness of compromise

Wondering on my own threshold

Mediocrity no surprise

 

Fatigued by the obstacles

Fatigued by strength of dissuaded

A fight to ignite the expended

A drive to shine the corroded

 

The more I need Uprising

The more I feel rebelled

The jealous and the envious

Are winning battles un-quelled

 

I am to be blamed

I’m to be condemned

For letting the losers win

Ruling of hollow, hypocrite n sycophant

 

Is the light of truth so dismal

Is the excellence so impatient

Unable to pierce the darkness

Unworthy of genuine attempt

 

What do we want to achieve

Where do we want to reach

Why s others endorsement so important

Why is n’t enough to self-seek

 

Well I don’t care to fight the fool

Well I don’t want to prove the ignorant

I just surmounted my strength

to win my-Self and conquer my cause coherent

 

Calling….

After fifteen years, I realized why she had cautioned me.

We all have fire inside us!  We all desire to quench our childlike curiosity. We have ability to dare, to learn and practice new things. But as we grow we are taught to follow the prefigured system and make safe choices instead of following our heart. Before we realize we have already fallen prey to the snare laid across the paths already stridden and thence our fire is extinguished. So was mine.

I was happily married with two beautiful children and a caring spouse who was ascending the corporate ladder successfully. I too had a decent part time job to keep myself busy and contended till my children were away to school.

What more can one ask for!

It was a life of most of us and there was nothing wrong with it. However, in the midst of all this, I was restless…… I was happy, contented, going with the flow yet restive!

What happened to my promise I made to Achala!

Where was that little girl who had dreams in her eyes and a warrior’s spirit to realize them.

A suffragette by birth who wrote a poem at sixteen, waging her war against God for not giving women an equal status in the world, while her classmates were batting eye lashes to potential baits.

What was my Calling…..So I picked up my pen after several years and wrote again that night.

Calling….

I am walking in a crowd

With myriad of people around

Walking in different directions, at different pace

As if it was a race

 

There are moments of achievements

There are moments of togetherness

There is mist and there’s fog

There’s fear of getting lost

 

While making some and am breaking some rules

Getting my applaud and also getting ridiculed

An angst, a desire

There’s hope n there’s despair

 

A strange restlessness, something I need to attain

It’s a life we all live, not that I complain

It’s a bitter sweet journey with loved ones, yet there’s a pain

A longing for something, a feeling of vain

 

Want to find my path, my stance and life’s pure meaning

Why I am here, where do I belong and what’s my true calling

Oh tell me, up there, show me my goal

Take my hand and lead me, closer to my soul !!