Scrolling Up My Feed

Scrolling up my feed
I started my day liking few tweets
Then checking my own likes
To the post I shared last night
I drove up to my work - just a few lefts and two rights

Scrolling up my feed
I was waiting for the clock to chime
Thoughts Sprinting past the time
Checking my daily mails
and just replying-
"Yeah! I'll take that up next week some time"

Scrolling up my feed
I was driving back home
Atlast no more chaos and no more to roam
Just a few rights and two lefts
I'll be off with my day's dues and debts

Scrolling up my feed
As I was zooming past the day
There was a slight change of plans mid way
A sharp angular pit out of nowhere on the road
Bushwhacked my car and myself aboard,
Blurring me out in that scene
Ultimately putting a pin to the routine

And I still wondered what went wrong
Scrolling up my feed all along!!

Work above all

There are days

when we do stumble upon some unwanted situations

which inhibit our abilities and cause sudden stagnation

The other times situations tend to stumble upon us

Just to empathize with all the agonizing fuss.

However,
don't be a scapegoat to these situations
by letting yourself seek for remuneration

but a yardstick for your capacity

to work no bounds and change the prophecy.

Your efforts are the currency

you spend with optimum efficiency

for it confers your precious value

and no situation can call it off

i tell you

Yet, after a long tyring stroll

when you think you are done paying your tolls

and you are dying to get an overhaul

prioritize!!!
and again place your work above all.

REJUVENATOR

Suddenly it got so very still
this desolation was about to kill .              
watching someone I stood transfixed ,
in the emotions that were awfully mixed.

With the dewy eye        
I heaved the sigh,
the vision turned little hazy
as I  was carried away by the glimpse
into my  memory.

Recalling how I used to tune into every beat
ambling about every street
Carefree looks and carefree stance
not missing the ecstasy even by chance.

The summer time days
with mid-day lemonades,
sun kissed and sunbathed,
the long hours we played.

Waiting for the clock to struck 5
and we were off to take a dive
in the free air floating the frisbee around
mystique was the realm in which we were bound.

My insides started resonating
with whatever my mind was streaming
and with the goosebumps which I felt
rejoiced my every single cell.

I shivered back to my present
with the feeling inexplicably pleasant 
It was me watching myself in the mirror
which turned into my best rejuvenator.

INTOXICATION

One day,
You find yourself shambling down the road
with millions in hand but still broke.
Following a forsaken path with dropped jaw
resuming with the same awe.

Few bucks do not seem to turn you around
when regret is just a hollow thud like sound.
Then a few gulps from a small lot
wouldn't mind even if its not worth a shot.

Drinking to the pains, drinking to the agony
drink till the date it folds into many.
Now smoke all the guilt
and wait for some 180 degree tilt.

Then, just a few more pleasure puffs
till the day you get some grandpa coughs.
When you're done with all the dopes
then you are free to lose all the hopes

We are too much into awareness spree
yet missing wood for tree.
For young blood and a proud young nation
has already been flushed with intoxication.

'Tear' Apart

It wasn't an early morning yawn,

nor did the harbingers even mourn,

just a cloudy dawn.

But a tear welled up.

As I watched through the tear
for all the emotions did it bear.                                                    
Still trying to adjust the cross hair

It suddenly flashed back                                 

It was cold for me!!

The deal was at the minimum catch

yet the doors of opportunity were still latched
for it already closed under another hat.

not even  an inch closer to success-

since the beginning

For like third time in a row

I was unable to repay the debt I owe.

With faded might 

and almost faded smite-

for the dreams that were shattered

I headed back in the car

wanted to go real good far.
Put my hands on the wheel
thinking nothing could heal.

Despondency was all over my senses

veneer of calm tore apart all its fences.
I cursed the accelerator till it's far end
waiting someone more to offend.
                                      
Thinking how worse it can go
then there was it!!

Screeching the tyres to make a stop
it was already too late to abort.
Crashed into a thick barked tree
that had fallen off due to bad storm
and raining spree.

In minutes the crowd gathered around
the tear that welled,rolled down.
As nothing more was left to act upon
I was just hoping to see another dawn.

PANIC

Panic we generally take
an involuntary sudden state
assuming the mind at inertial rest
when already an external force is set.

Heavy breathing and sweat in hands
adding some hallucinating shams
aggregate to form some sources
which react  to mysterious forces.

Manoeuvring it's way through the nerves
the force accelerates around the curves
gripping the whole body by a  helical layer
actually the mind is focussed at its cross hair.

As soon as it reaches the brain from toes
parasympathetic part tries to compose
while sympathetic mind prepares to act
even Libra can not balance such an agitated fact.

By now heart pumps at the rate so high
you lose the sight of stars in the sky
as the vision gets so damn narrow
you find no way out from this sorrow

Every coming second is the slave to your prejudice (fear of failure)
every second passed was paying it's price.
Shackled by the two forces in this two second flick
Eventual release from them is what really a panic.

PREDICTABLE DEJA VU

No matter how certain you remain in some task
there is always an ambiguous mask
for fear,flaw ,failure or whatever it maybe
has rooted in your implicit memory.

'What ifs' start popping up in your head

expectations get you so obsessed.

the dictionary of life misses out opportunity

between opponency and opposability.

Therefore the mind gets primed
by the snapshots undenying
failure when once embrace
it keeps on haunting every stage

In spontaneous split second

Matrix of the brain some how
factorizes the equation by now.

guess what?  x = depression's punch
what you call a bad hunch.

since the things go below the conscious level

you didn't even know you set another upheaval

for the road you walked so far 

was perpetually paved by your thought.

Just after the moments few
you see your thoughts coming true
cause you'll  find mondays still blue  

it was a predictable Deja vu.