The Vehicle and the Waistline

Well .. now that everyone try to introspect what your vehicles did to your waistline :D !! LOL !!

So there goes my  new write up titled "The Vehicle and the Waistline"

The Vehicle and the Waistline

 

It’s been a little while I wrote something,

So decided to relate these two entities which has a common nothing

 

I was never skinny, but reasonably fit with a waist 32” size;

Got my first bike which skipped my walking habit pushing me to 34”, I didn’t realize!

 

More than comfort, for my forced single life buying a car was an imperative decision;

Needless to say, my waistline was further pushed to 36” precision;

With the lockdown and the four walls imposed stress eating, keep guessing my current waistline size at your own discretion !!

The Unrequited Love...

Writing a blog after after a really long time.. It's about unrequited love.. When you nurture a love which is one sided and know it's very much wrong you have to hold back to your feelings to your lover.. but nevertheless, you have to hold it back to your ownself.. An amateur try on a Love sonnet..


The Unrequited Love...

 Sometimes life has it's own stake;

Ever I could understand it's take.

Now I would dare to profess my love as mine,

Though i respect my lover's life more pristine

In this selfish world my love could have been wrong,

Love is a feeling where logic could be an unheard bong !!

Keen- is the adjective, I could call my state;

Upkeeping this desire is tantamount to logicless annotate.

May be, I could have been blinded by desire,

All I could confess is that my love is pristine;

Repeatedly i would say this desire is what I destine;

Signing off ... adding that the above broken heart is mine !!

The Unrequited Love...

Meera - My alter ego !! In search of eternal love !!!

Me & Meera

An ode to a poetess; comparing my current fascination;

Baktha Meera – a mystic lover with eternal passion.

All the while we both know our respective lovers are beyond reach,

But our heart yearns for celestial heights only our minds beseech.

Undue diligence could best describe our fervent zeal,

Keen is Meera’s passion which evidently her songs reveal

As a tantamount to her songs, my write-up is too with undertone

Rhetoric words are just a façade to my deep rooted feelings for my loved one

Undying spirit and perseverance fuel this pursuit which translates as my text

Peak is my happiness when the intended person senses that underlying context

Pity thy Meera !!  We both live and love, though anticipating an assured failure.

If the physicals are for mortals; our feelings are immortal with eternity assure

Again we both pursue our passion despite the multiple times we face accusation

Happiness would be it’s pinnacle on one fine day when we get our respective lover’s attention!!

To a special friend .....

To my smiley friend....
Been a long time since I wrote a blog

All this while many issues had made me slog

But came this person as a God sent solace;

Utmost was the pleasure when we did embrace.

Keeping my feelings for myself, yet they overshoot at many instance.

Around I go, looking out for every opportunistic circumstance;

Replenishes me with boundless joy, this person’s mere thought even at my hard time

Unsure of the inappropriateness, I am deep in thought. Tring !! it’s  a Chime !!

Picking my phone every other time with an expectation,

Primarily to check if there is a new message notification

Immense is the happiness when I really find one – Sigh!!

All I could say “Let the time and this person decide”, with my mind aweigh

However I confront this, my obsession now is nothing short of sky high!!!

My Night Shift

My Night Shift

Whilst others were busy packing by the end of the day,

I was entering my workplace with sleepy eyes at bay

In a few hours from now, I was going to be alone;

The usual chores and calls had the monotonous tone.

Touchwood! The day seems to be pleasant;

No critical mails to make me repent.

The vacant seats were growing in numbers,

My cubicle by now, was devoid of members.

Even the slightest sound of typing a word,

Seems impossible to be left unheard;

Quite frequently, I was glancing at the time,

Dinner time was the most anticipated chime

With frugal choices in the cafeteria, I settled for a light supper

Wondering how Mom’s cooking was always better

Back again to my workplace

Oh that time !! moving at a snail’s pace

Things were quite in order, nothing much to bother

Having finished my work, no waiting further

The moment I was out from the cozy underground parking

Came the chill December winds almost striking

A traffic free road was indeed a pleasure driving

Caught my attention were a few sighting

Nightshift watchmen all wrapped up

Fast asleep not bothering to get up

Street dogs staring at me as I speed my bike

Late night travelers still waiting for their buses with dislike

Atlast I’ve reached my apartment and unlocked the main door

Every nerve of mine craving for sleep.. there I go.. snoor ! snoorr!!