The Art of Moving On

Practical pessimist sometimes I call myself
Take pride in inventing that term

But wonder where do those shields vanish
When it comes to moving on from certain situations

Not everything is going to be as per our thoughts
Is the harsh reality of life

Then why doesn't heart accept that fact
Instead keeps holding on to
Even a filament of hope

When it's almost clear you are a failure
Why don't just walk on, instead of lurking behind
To see some sort of magic
Unfold in front of your eyes

How can I be practical when I can't be one
And holding on to fake optimism
How can I term myself a pessimist

Such a tragedy life seems to be sometimes
You have to let go those things
Which were part of you for a fair amount of time

Wonder when will I live up to my tag
For The art of moving on is still not on my side

-SR.

PS: May The Force Be With You !!!

Jigarbaaz

She talks too much, like a chatter box
And takes it very seriously
When you say Laugh Out LOUD

Sometimes she is a walking example of chivalry
Whereas on some occasions she will firing from her AK 47

Has a knack of doing some cartoongiri
That turns the spot light on our group
So be it banging the table while laughing
Or the volume of her White tooth speaker

Mostly visible in her bedroom chappals in office
But she also does dress for the occasion on other days

She is a good cook that I must say
But when it comes to eating herself
She doesn't have a universe beyond
Sada Dosa and Dry Gila Bhel

My one of the Sources of information *Sshhh*
Though she doesn't drink, but she knows many things

Apart from all the masti, indeed a cheerful soul
Always ready to help, even if you don't ask for

A Strong headed and no nonsense Aurat
A friend with a heart of GOLD

-SR.

PS: May The Force Be With You!!

Deadman

Something is changing I can sense it
But feels like I ain't in control anymore

I do not wish to do it
But some force is making it evident from within
And I can't even stop it from doing so

Not able to fake it, even when truth is impacting
Totally clueless on how to deal with it

Silence cannot be a weapon now
For I am in the middle of a battle

But historically, I have never been effective
When I am not silent
Have spoiled the pie more, than being the cherry

First time I have no words to express
My inner turmoil
Nor do I feel I have any ears around
Who can understand

I just don't feel anything anymore
Neither the status quo nor the consequences

I don't know what to write further
For I can't sense life in me

-SR.

PS: May The Force Be With You and Please With Me Too.