Rhyme Time for A Piece of Dime

Rhyming words is not that tough,

Poets are mad they always laugh.

All they do is blink and think,

And chew their pens till they stink.

They look at birds and trees and sky,

Some lonely creatures with greaves of sigh!

They don’t bath or comb their hairs,

They weep in dreams but laugh in mares.

I tell you that the Poets are mad,

The more they think, the more they had.

Rivers, flowers, and all that nice,

They talk to birds and dance with mice.

They love to love and love to live,

Give to get and get to give.

They write at nights and sleep through days,

To make the world a better place.

They wink at stars and jump on cloud,

Scare the pilots then laugh out loud.

They tickle the cow in the Milky Way,

Then dive at once on a stack of hay,

I know a poet, who flies in night,

He still doesn’t know this blog I write.

If flying that high makes a crime,

Then I’m not a poet and I can’t rhyme.

YOU vs. YOU

You’re reading this.

Yes you! I’m talking to you.

Before you go to the next lines, let’s make a deal.

You read it right, a deal.

And that deal is you will read the whole post with a smile on your face.

Be it a fake smile, but do it… NOW!

No no, hold it right there. You cannot go to the next lines without a smile.

No cheating…

Good, there is the smile, not maybe on your lips but in your heart.

Now you know your heart can smile too! How weird is that?

You can smile inside without putting a smile on your lips.

So if you can smile inside, you can see inside, and hear inside…

Remember when you close your eyes and imagine things?

That’s it… that’s the eyes of your heart and they never need glasses.

Don’t tell me you don’t hum a favorite tune in your mind.

Hey, don’t forget the smile… we had a deal.

Good.

So, if your heart can smile, see, and hear… it can speak as well.

Remember how your heart used to tell that you are here to be a great dancer, a chef, a pilot, an astronaut, a designer…? Its fact that you don’t pay much attention to what it says.

But that’s not we’re talking about…

Once again, your heart can smile, hear, see, and speak as well.

Just like you.

So what are all these doctors saying heart is like a machine that can only pump blood… blah blah…

Right, that’s not your heart. All these things happen in your brain. I got it, smartass.

But hey, that means your brain can smile, hear, see…

Isn’t that weird???

You have another person inside your body.

Who reacts differently at times, like a complete different personality.

You stopped smiling long back, did I mention that to you?

Oh common! We had a deal.

So this inside-your-body personality, that nutcase who…

Smile

Hear

See

And…whisper in your ears.

…is maybe your heart, or brain, or soul.

Whatever it is, it’s not you.

Or maybe,

It’s the real you.

Then who’s the one outside?

An imposter? One who loves to see dreams then forget them?

One who can hear the real you speaking but ignore?

Now the imposter wants you to close this blog.

And the real one as well.

But the imposter will try to forget this post.

The real one won’t.

You’re to decide whose smile lasts.

With Every Passing Day

Once upon a time my mornings were about a melodious chirping on my window frame and a little sparrow asking me how she looked before she starts her day. She'd brush her feathers neatly and ask me what was my plan for the day. I was sleeping, so I didn't know what surprises the day had for me. I could barely open my eyes wide enough to know if her tail feathers were matching with her scarf feathers, or her little eyes were as shiny as black beads. To me, she always looked beautiful, even though this daily ritual baffled me.

Mornings now, are about swapping dreams and joy with my laziness. Mornings now, are about savoring; they have become deep, intimate, and quiet. Mornings now, are about those baffling, indecipherable moments when I wake up, where I don’t know who I am, who I’ve been, or who I want to be. My weekends start with finding a little spot of light on the wooden beam of my ceiling, and guessing what time it is by its placement. Then softly closing my eyelids to see if I can still see the yellow spot of light.

Listen, I'm Not In A Mood to Talk

It all started with a phone call. One of my relatives visited Kolkata few months back and called me for a casual chat about my illustrations. He asked me whether I'm planning to take this as my career. I glibly replied, “that's what I dream about.” The man went into his “hmmmm I see” mode before asking, “So, being a professional writer, don't you find it odd to write web content and create paintings at the same time?”

Everything but everything in my life can be traced back to a tiny six letter word - 'pencil.' I was a boy who was terribly weak in maths, scarcely participated in outdoor games, stumbled to utter a short sentence properly, and had a zero confidence level, but I'm not embarrassed... I only feel bad! Terribly bad. So, the only thing I could do was to sit in a lone corner of my room with a blank page from my old fair copy and a pencil that was so small that I always had to struggle to hold it properly. What else do you expect Mr. relative? Me flying a F-16 at the age of 24? I never claimed myself a genius. Did I?

After all these years, I can't remember who was the first person to appreciate that ugly, immature drawing of mine. Our brains forget so many precious memories. Things have changed. Today, i earn enough to buy thousands of pencils, colors, and sketch pads. But, I still wonder... who made me realize you had a bad start and there were no other options. But, you picked up the right weapon... that was the best decision you ever made.

I can't remember how long I was staring at the computer screen. Suddenly it switched into the power saving mode and the dark Windows XP screensaver popped up. Within a second I got my answer! Thanks to the dim room light, I could see myself staring at me on the computer screen.

Have You Accomplished Your Goals?

In order to write a sentence as it should be, you need to think about it before you begin your writing. Every great work must have a proper planning or else dreams will turn out to be a fuss and you will by no means be able to see those dreams taking shapes in realism. For instance, we all dream of becoming something that fascinates us from our childhood. But, very few of us can successfully achieve his/her dreams. People, those who can effectively accomplish their dreams are often referred as super humans or someone with a god like demeanor. But, are they really born with some extraterrestrial talent? They are highly talented but that talent is not enough to make them triumphant or more precisely accomplish the task and grab what they have dreamt of.

There’s something called planning. That makes the entire difference between the sides that fails to achieve and those who can actually touch the sky. Proper planning is the first major step of accomplishing bigger goals of life.

People who do not succeed in life and end up being an ordinary employee, people who can’t achieve their dreams often fail to become conscious about the lack of proper planning. They blame their fate and hope for some kind of supernatural assistance. They argue, “There was a plan” but simply it didn’t work out.

This world is a history of some self-assured people those who understood “they CAN.” Despite of failing 999 times, they refused to give up, tried one last time, and finally achieved what they have dreamt of. That makes the entire difference between people who give up so easily with those like Napoleon Bonaparte or Thomas Alva Edison. If you couldn’t achieve your goals despite of having a plan, then that plan was not “planned” enough. Rather, not passionate enough! Only those people are eligible to create history on this earth who passionately believes “I CAN.”