Tired

From dawn to dusk
just slogging it out

Just tired now
eyelids heavy

will to go on
stronger than ever

like a flame in the wind
fighting hard

days go by
weeks pass unnoticed

a few more steps
succor is near

a helping hand
the fog clears

a stranger there
with a benevolent smile

just waiting
but i am tired...

The Frame

It has held
a thousand pictures
but it remains
just as new.

The old wood
smells like spring
and the metal tacks
have their own sheen

Each picture it held
a story untold
each memory shared
and buried.

Some with
people smiling
some
frowning.

Of children
their birthdays
of elders
a remembrance.

Of families
big and small
of lonely souls
just alone

Of some man
in a grey hat and a gun
of some girl
with candy and gum

Of some lady
her grace reflects
of some boy
with a naughty grin on his face

Of hunters
with tigers
and lovers
in summer time

Each picture
it holds,
a story
unfolds.

Now it lies
in a cupboard
never
to be seen again.

Time(less)

In the recent few weeks i have almost completely halted all blogging for one single reason: the universal excuse for anything and everything- the lack of time. It is an adage used since times immemorial- alexander could not conquer the world because well he didnt have enough time (early to bed i guess- that is why i am such a staunch supporter of night life) and well i use it when my boss asks me to turn in some piece of work due a few months previously (this is ofcourse- hypothetical as of now!! but you never know...)

In light of the fact that I have so little time to do any writing and ofcourse a lack of any creative imagination on my part(that too coz i didnt get time to think), I decided to write about time. Not that anyone would want to read it, just a futile excercise to kill ennui (since most of you would have guessed, I have a little time at hand right now). So if you were expecting anything funny, witty or even just a serious take at the meaning of life and our existance in space, you would be sadly mistaken. On the other hand, if you thought this would give you an insight into my thoughts, a window into my soul and all that jazz, well in that case you would be completely mistaken. So here goes.

Time itself is something intangible and incomprehensible not because of the relativity theory like the scientists would put it but because of the general relativity we are all familiar with. Time moves faster when you do something enjoyable and time moves slowly when you want it to move fast. It is basically an inverse of the speed you wish it to move at. Most people would know what I am talking about. Others, who never had the misfortune of experiencing this phenomenon coz they never pick up their sorry asses from the couch, will have to read further for an example. Lets say you had a day off at work, you want to do all the chores, which can only be accomplished on the weekday, by the time you get to the second thing on the list the day is already over. In contrast, say you had to work an extra day and you finished your work 10 min ahead of schedule but were allowed to only leave 10 min later, those 10 min would be the longest ever. Tell me if I am worng here.

This in a nutshell is the theory of time. So the basic moral of the story is- enjoy your freakin life for you would never know when you might run out of time!!!!