The old man with his old spectacles - NaPoWriMo Day 20

I abhorred the old man with his old spectacles. 

Who looked at the contemporary life in his old ways. 

Our views were always so different. 

'' Why could he not be modern?

Why he can't accept different gender roles, 

Why can't he be tolerant to more faiths? 

Why can't he look beyond caste and class?

Why does he has to live in a box? '' 

All our communication was done. 

I listened to his views from distance. 

I started opposing everything he said. 

Not in arguments, but in my head. 

Once by accident, we got stuck together. 

There was no option, but to talk rather

There was friction at first, 

Rejection was my default construct. 

Only when I listened to him I reflected. 

There were many things we both accepted. 

His vision was different than mine,

Because it was true to his time. 

He reflected what he was exposed to, 

His knowledge, his experience, his interpretations. 

I could call him wrong, 

He could call him wrong. 

But we both could listen, 

We both could talk. 

To reject him blindly, 

Would be bigotry. 

Now, I admire the old man, 

Abhor his old spectacles. 

Evolved - NaPoWriMo Day 18

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The tides have turned, 

Another generation has come, 

With a promise of doing over, 

All the wrongs of its predecessor. 

As it turns out, 

They commit the same mistakes, 

Only the form changes,

Mock the ''man is evolved'' claim. 

Instincts - NaPoWriMo Day 17

Perhaps to live a life, you got to follow the instincts,

But to what event?

The ego of being an evolved species will be shattered,

If i give away to instincts like an animal.

The mind must wonder freely, but in stiff chains.

Instincts must not defy the purpose.

Life is like a Ludo game-- NaPoWriMo Day 11

Life is like a Ludo game, 

Different colours, same goal, 

Those who start early may not win.

Fortune plays a part. 

You don't get what you want. 

To succeed, you need to strike out others, 

And, It's not over till it's over.

So, keep playing. 

Love Shorts #28

Misunderstandings are born not necessarily out of lack of understanding. When two persons are trying too hard not to hurt each other, they end up being too conscious, and hurt each other. Remember as a child you broke the china glass crockery when your mother asked you to 'handle it very very carefully?'
I thought it would be bad to argue with her while she expected me to argue back.
The confusion lead to words being said, feelings being hurt.
''It is just a small matter.'' I tell her. ''I want to come out it. I wish I knew how.''
When you don't know how to make the situation good, don't make it worse by saying bad words in anger. Let time be the healer.

Love Shorts #15

I see the migratory birds flying back to their native towns. I see the mprints of our feet being washed away. The daylight is fading. It's time to depart.
''Why does nothing stay forever?'' I ask her.
''I am sure it gets recorded in the archive of universe somewhere. We can always refer to it in our memories. It doesn't stay the same way as if it does we would never have new memories.''  She explained.
I smiled shortly, but still wondered if she was going to stay by my side for the new memories.
As if reading my thoughts, she held my hand softly.
We held hands and watched the sunset.

#MorningWalk 01

Thoughts pop up like sperns racing for life, when I abandon all the machines I make use of and complain about, and put into use my body and work it like the most imperfectly perfect machine; the one with mind and soul, during a morning walk.  Chin up, the whole body errect and walking as straight and steady and possible. There are not many pleasing things than to step out of your home and smell the morning, hear the birds chirrup; two signs that the life is still worth it, and see some of the finest people around, who understands and executes the idea that life is no fun without sound health.

The experience of a morning walk, have a proportional relationship with any 'difficult task' that we have to perform in life. The initiative to take the walk is difficult, the first couple of rounds are a bit challenging, but when the body gets warmed up, the speed increaes and we enjoy the body moments and want to continue as long as time permits. Similarly, while performing the task, at first, we are at self-doubt, whether we should take up the challenge or not. Then while performing it, we are very calculative and perform it according to prescription. There are difficulties and doubts, but they are overcomed, and we feel comfortable and soon we start enjoying it.

While walking, when I look at elderly people walking faster than me or jogging, I just whisper a 'wow' to myself. It i such an inspiring sight. And even for all the other walkers/joggers, the speed doesnt matter, the fact that they have come out and chosen a healthy way of life is all that matters. Just like in life, what matters is keep moving ahead, at rapid pace or slow pace, it doesn't matter.; what really doesn't work is relinquishment, giving up.

The pleasure doesn't end in performing the task, the satisfaction on its accomplishment is what we seek, and an initiative from the very beginning. The five minutes after walking continuously for an hour, the sweat, the feel of the blood circulation and coming out of all the oils and fats, that we unfortunately can't live without, in form of sweat is very satisfying.

I am an occassional Walker.  I wish to have a proper routine in my life and walking would be one of the most joyous parts of the routine as it is truly a great exercise for both my body and mind.