Friday 30 December 2011

Hope Hardwork and Lady luck

I once heard my friend tell me that " hope is the hatstand he hangs his dreams on " which was true in a sense considering everyday he lived was a boon while he guarded the borders of our country.

I have made that my motto because nothing seems to work out anymore. I mean we make plans to go for a holiday and all our hopes are set on those beautiful valleys below the snowy caps of the Himalayas and suddenly the boss comes in and dumps more work on your table and cancels your leave. That time when you wanted to be on time to pick up the girl of your dreams and a tyre goes flat and you get delayed and your clothes get dirty. Hope is a sorry joke that is played on us ant like humans.Romans hoped to rule the world forever, well they didn't count on being thrown out of the British isles when they were. The British hoped to dominate the whole world forever and they got raped by the Americans first and then the world went crazy on their hinny.

Hell Hitler wanted to rule the world and see what happened...his hope was first destroyed by the best vodka makers in the world and then the inventors of evening tea made his plan and hope a royal mess. Hitler then got screwed by the maker of the hotdog and well then that was that..he couldnt believe that food and drink made so much of a difference so he shot himself. so much for THAT HOPE. History is full of instances like these where hope has been lost and very rearely found. As is with everyday life.

Well along with hope a lot else goes wrong too like the want to work further. I ask so WHAT if something you hoped for didnt happen. Why are you giving up? Just because you hoped for a promotion at the next review and it didn't happen doesn't mean you give up. What most don't realize and fail to take into account is that HOPE is just 1% of the whole equation. You have hard work and also the very moody Lady luck.

Now Hard work is something we all profess we do. But we and only we know how much is true. We might say that we spend 15 hrs in the office, but out of those 15 hours how many do you spend on coffee breaks and how many on smoking breaks and how many just aimlessly chatting with people on the office phone. That's not hard work, that's Hardly any work. That's not how anything will get done. If you say 15 hours then you should be putting atleast 13 hours of work into it. Life is hard and we cant be banking on hope to get us through. It is a powerful psychological drug that gets us through a lot but then if the drug does not work then we get depressed.

Now to Lady luck. Ah the elusive and desirable Lady luck. How everyone of us wants to make her ours for life but we don't realize that she is everybody's mistress but nobody's wife. Through time what not has been used to charm her. Charms and spells and rabbit feet and what not. Sadly worked only for a few for a limited time because her attention span is that of a lady standing in a multibrand clothing store. Sorry folks but its true. Its going to take more than a rabbit's foot and all the charms in the world to have lady luck favour you.

Hopes and wishes can be made and prayed upon but they are upto us to make come true. The big baluga sitting up in the skies isn't going to do all the dirty work for you. There will be times where you  will have to get down in the mud and get as dirty as pig....the difference being you wont enjoy it but the pig will.


Tuesday 20 December 2011

A Maze

My mind is a maze i cannot figure,
No matter how hard i tried it is failed use of vigor.

Confusion reigns here supreme,
Darkness spreads at times to extremes.

I know not what i am here to do,
At times my mind feels like a zoo.

Trapped with my thoughts like animals in a cage,
Fill me with frustration and rage.

A little clarity is certainly required,
Or else for life i am going to be tired.

You used to guide me and help me through this maze,
It was all so clear but now only haze.

I wish you would come back and hold my hand,
Lead me to the end, the sea and the sand.

I wish to be free of the haze and this pain,
To see the maze clearly and push myself in wain.

I want to think clearly as clear as the bright day,
If only this confusion left me and let me go out and play.

Saturday 17 December 2011

Shards

They are a part of me i accept that's true,
Shattered from a life that on the floor you threw.

A million pieces scattered and strewn,
with blood that oozed over them and filled the room.

I see no colour and my body doesn't bleed,
But the life out of my soul slowly leaves.

I watch it ooze and let it flow,
I have no energy so i let it go.

These shards they prick me and make me start,
True to the aim they prick my heart.

I cringe i weep i beg you so,
Not a care in the world you don't stop my flow.

I slowly get lost in my own darkness,
Not feeling the pain only on my face the dampness.

My soul has bled and has no more,
It is left mutilated and gored.

The darkness has engulfed me swallowed me whole,
The shards are all i feel as i fall down this hole.