Our Ships in Wreck

Have you seen limpid milk,
And smelt steel plates of uncharacteristic odour?
Have you tasted worm-infested grains,
And felt your whole body shudder?

Have you perceived a crowd so feeble,
So reluctant to proclaim their woes?
The colourful box of joy to most,
Repetitive, dull, would you like a dose?

Hear them tirade, the pallid converstions,
Negotiate with your standards, rotten decisions;
Numerous faults, a rotund uncle,
A lech for a guard, only to be replaced by another.

Nights of romance, of recharges and giggles,
Rouse from sleep, supress your troubles;
A run-down staircase, saline bathwater,
Trying to read, when all you do is doodle.

Impractical is your charity, humanitarianism is out,
Flush for others, you miserable louts!
The diseases that spread faster than rumours,
Colds, fevers, viruses, did I mention rodents?

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown,
But unease and qualms are felt by us too;
When you live in a place far, far from home,
Paranoia and excitement- you alternate between the two!

Simple Life, an oxymoron

Life is such a gamble. Or maybe not so much a gamble as much as a game. Is there a difference? There have been so many people writing so many different versions of how they perceive life. For me, life is about happiness and unhappiness. I try to block out the grey areas, although I am painfully aware of how the grey areas happen to be there, very much so.

Humour, now that is overrated. Humorous people are not always happy, and unhappy people find reasons to not be unhappy. So where does that leave you and I? Is that a question to be asked? For most people, no. Don't ask funny questions, you may receive funny answers which you wont like.

"Sir, do you think I am a doormat?"
"Why yes, as a matter of fact I do."

A game it is for sure. Look for happiness, avoid unhappiness. Basic objective of the game. Now how do you win this game of life? Simple- strategize, connive, pressurize, force(yourself or others, it doesn't matter, you just have to win). And guess what, in this game, you don't get extra lives, you lose the one you have, K.O. game over!

Because these days no one cares if you are good or bad. They care if you win or lose. You might end up being a slave to nasty emotions if you try to be a good person. How utilitarian, you may think. Life can be about passion, not utility. I agree, but the point is, only if you have the particular brand of passion, the brand that is essential, you survive. A passion for yellow light will get you nowhere.

However, there comes a stage in life when one realizes how difficult it is to change, even if one wants to. Such mortals! People always tell each other not to worry. But if we don't worry about what we did, how we do it and what we were doing to do about it, we wouldn't be...we.

Humans worry, and hence are mortals.