Priceless

They say some of the most priceless things are often found in ruins. Perhaps, that’s why Vincent poetic gift of words would often get lost in his macabre melancholic outlook towards life. His dark perspective towards life was paved by his traumas & insecurities that impaled the most innocent fragments of his tender soul. Though his mother tried her best to sustain his happiness, since childhood, while dealing with financial vows, Vincent’s innocent dreams were often crushed under the burden of responsibilities. He always wanted to be a poet, but to support his family financially, he chose to be a banker. All his salary used to go towards the household expenditure managing the monthly expenses.

Vincent was a quiet gentleman, who always had a storm of emotions swirling in his soul. He preferred to write rather than speak as a way of expressing himself. Every fortnight after completing his shift, Vincent used to take his poems to publishers, but the ignoramus publishers were prisoners to their limited paradigms & hence they failed to comprehend the beauty of his mind, which was splendidly drenched in darkness.

Perhaps it was this constant rejection from publishers & the sense of deprivation of dreams that made Vincent obsessed, he began to lust over the thought of getting his book published. He knew he had the capability of transmuting his nightmares into symphonic arias of faith for others. He wanted to bleed his heart out on the pages of his book. He wanted to galvanize the souls of many silent suffers like him. He wanted to be the voice of the voiceless. He wanted to be heard, he wanted to be understood…

In the wake of destruction, recovering from a depressing day at the bank & another frustrating rejection from an imbecile publisher, Vincent decided to meet Sonja at twilight.

The world always saw Vincent as an emotionally complex individual. To some extent, Vincent also saw himself as an agathokakological animal, for he knew the saints & sinners that swam in his soul. Yet Sonja was perhaps the only person who cwtched Vincent’s storms with a heart full of unconditional love. Sonja truly was the light to Vincent’s darkness. She was the beacon of hope that healed his aching soul with her kindness. Every time they met, their hearts connected & conversed a language of love that was more than words.

As the night unfurled its splendor, Vincent & Sonja laid down on the green grass looking up to the sky that floated like melted blue sapphire, inflamed by the fire of countless stars. Sonja noticed a tear drop from Vincent’s eye, she knew that he was a man who would take his grief to his grave rather than cry in front of others. Hence out of concern she asked what was bothering him. In a dreary voice, Vincent said “It’s rather tragic something priceless lies within me, yet I can’t attain it”.

Wiping Vincent’s tears, Sonja motivated him to save from his salary to publish his book rather than rely on some senseless publishers. She inspired him to dream again. It was the sincerity of Sonja’s faith in him through which Vincent dared to dream again of publishing his book.

With a renewed sense of belief and a resurrected vision, Vincent decided to save money by skipping one meal a day in order to fuel the fire of his desire. In time, he managed to save a little for himself. He did overtime at work to get extra money. Sonja was deeply moved by Vincent’s will power & had searched for a suitable publisher who was willing to publish the book for a fee. After doing the calculations, he realised that if he continued this way within five months he would have saved enough money to publish at least 200 copies of his book on his own terms.

Starving in order to feed his obsession, enveloped in the eye of the storm, Vincent used to close his eyes and witness the days & night silently pass by. As the wheel of time carelessly moved on, seasons changed the beautiful summer sun was replaced by the frail winds of autumn. Apart from the season a lot of things, within Vincent changed fundamentally as well. As Vincent struggled, survived & evolved in this self-assigned journey; subliminally he went down the memory lane & was able to understand how hard it would have been for Rosemary, Vincent’s mother, to save money to meet his childish demands. He imagined what she would have gone through to make the ends meet.

Rosemary was an angel in disguise of a human being. Due to the financial struggles in the family, she herself had to sacrifice a lot on her aspirations in life. Yet with her limited resources she never failed to make miracles for Vincent. When Vincent was small & there wasn’t a stable source of income, there were nights when she slept with an empty stomach in order to ensure that her child had proper meal. Often just to satisfy her sense of fulfillment she used to wear a fake Swiss watch, perhaps that illusion of luxury made her humble heart dance with joy. She was a dreamer who often found herself in moments where her aspirations would wither away. Yet rather than lamenting about dying dream, she used to silent smile; for she felt its better to hide some heartaches behind a smile, rather than explain them to others.

Vincent had managed to save the money required to publish his book & this process of going the extra mile for the sake of his dream had resulted in emotions that now erupted in his heart like lava from an active volcano. Vincent hadn’t forgotten Rosemay’s selfless sacrifices; they might have been dormant memories, yet they were bone-deep memories that were engraved within his being. Rosemary’s birthday was around the corner, & so before Vincent went out to meet the publisher (to fulfill his priceless dream), he asked her “What do you want for your birthday, Mom?”. Rosemary who was looking for her fake Swiss branded watch turned to him & replied with selfless grace “I just want to see you smile, your happiness is the greatest gift for me.” Upon hearing this Vincent’s heart melted with delight, for a moment it felt as if time had frozen; for that was the most poetic emotion that he had felt in ages.

Sonja was restless that afternoon, she had received the message for the publisher that Vincent never arrived for the meeting. She was both perplexed & concerned & she wanted to know what caused this change of heart. When Vincent arrived he was greeted by Sonja’s endless questions to which he smiled & said you’ll know all about it tomorrow. He handed the bag to Sonja and requested that she doesn’t open it. Vincent also asked Sonja to give the bag to Rosemary, without telling Rosemary that it was from him. Sonja was intrigued but respecting the bond that they shared & agreed to abide by Vincent’s request without much questioning.

The next day, Sonja went to meet Rosemary. Vincent called Rosemary as he preferred to view the scene from a few steps away. Rosemary was pleasantly surprised that Sonja came to meet her on her birthday. Sonja offered the bag to Rosemary, Rosemary pulled out a leather case with a tag that stated: “Because you are timelessly priceless.” As soon as, Rosemary opened the leather case, sparkles from a shining original Swiss branded watch streamed in Rosemary’s eyes. She was speechless, as tears streamed from her eyes she embraced Sonja with all the love in her heart.

As Sonja hugged Rosemary, she saw Vincent, the Mozart who orchestrated this magical moment. Seeing him smile, Sonja comprehended the epiphany of Vincent choosing to fulfill the life long dream of his mother, over his personal goal. She realized that his heart was freed from the desires of this materialistic world. Vincent now valued the visions & aspirations of others more than his own. No paper, no book & no words were capable of capturing the poetic paradigm that streamed from Vincent’s heart. Sonja clearly saw the light of kindness & humility that now beamed in Vincent’s soul. For he was the man who had discovered & attained the true meaning of priceless.

Note: I’ve always felt that it’s only when we live for others rather than ourselves when we understand the true meaning of life. It is when we are willing to contribute to someone’s smile, rather than selfishly trying to work solely towards our own happiness that we discover the true meaning of joy. Teaching my loved ones to dream again by fulfilling there desires is something that gives a priceless feeling to me. It’s a feeling that I can’t describe in words. This short story intends to highlight that sentiment that there are emotions which are more meaningful that most of the materialistic things in this world. At the end of the day we all will be reduced to a memory in someone’s life, so do your bit to do something priceless for them so that they remember you as a good memory. A special thanks to Leslie with the editing for this post!


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A Hopeful Heart

There comes a time when everyone feels a bit lonely & yearns for that special someone in their life, who could light up their lives. So this poem highlights that hope for that special someone. 

A Hopeful Heart

Forgotten by the world, I here sit alone
With my heart motionless like a stone.
My isolated heart  has an ambition
To be at your feet is it’s sole mission.

Someday to be yours’, it aspires
To be loved by you is what it desires
As sure as the river meets the sea
Someday in your arms my heart shall be.

That glorious moment fate shall dictate
Till that day my heart shall wait.
My isolated heart beats again, in your memory
Thinking that our union shall be something exemplary.

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Dreamer: The Fantasy Explorer

Sometimes in life, we get caught up in the wicked vicissitudes of the materialistic world  that we forget the importance of our individual creativity & imagination. It is at this juncture in life that we must close our eyes on the outer world in order to connect with the world that resides within us (our personal creativity). Yes hard-work is important in life , but one must not be so caught up with reality that he/she loose their ability to imagine & embrace the creativity that resides within them.

Dreamer: The Fantasy Explorer

My heart holds an imaginary ecstasy,
I explore a world which seems like a fantasy.
In my world i love to explore
To discover something new, is what i adore.

People think that I day dream
while my mind continues to flow like a stream
The world regards me helplessly insane
As I continue to  wander in my fantasy lane.

To the world this dreamer has one advice,
That imagination can be a blissful paradise
So close your eyes, in order to see
realize, how glorious your imagination can be.

Don’t let the materialistic world corrupt your originality
Let your creativity nurture your personality.
Fly freely in the realm of time,
Enjoy your fantasy in it’s prime.

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Ode To The Enemy

Sometimes our rival (enemy)  gets the best out of us by feeding us with a sense of competition & negative motivation. This poem of mine glorifies various aspect of a rivalry.

Ode To The Enemy

I’m like a helpless silly clown
On whom you always shout & frown.
Treating me like a dog you expect me to smile
As you continue to corrupt my lifestyle.

Against your oppression I was once weak
But now the fire within me shall unleash.
Our rivalry is the essence of my fire
To outlast you is my obsessive desire.

My friend, you always question my ability
Against you I’ll exhibit my true capability.
In my heart for you I have respect
As your hatred shall drive me to my best.

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A Bleeding Heart

This poem deals with the corruption of emotions in a love bond which resulted in separation of two lovers & the thought process of the lover who was emotionally victimized by the cruelty of the bond.

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A Bleeding Heart

I worshiped you with my love
Until you said, you’ve had enough.
I had put my heart before your feet
You stomped it & it started to bleed.

My heart bleeds & is now numb
It’s a victim of the diabolical things that you have done.
Even though our bond has ended now
Someday in-front of my love, your ego will bow.

Don’t expect me to accept you then
For love in my bleeding heart can’t reinvent.
With my bleeding heart I now bid farewell
As I withdraw from your illusional satanic spell.

 

 

The Wounded Warrior

I personally feel that  this world is no less than a battlefield where we all have to fight & struggle for turning our dreams into reality. This poem of mine talks about the spirit of fortitude with which one should move forward in life even when various rivals and adversities of life try to run us down. We all fall in life but it’s the way we rise after that fall that defines our existence.

The Wounded  Warrior

Fallen on hardships I lay on the battlefield,
Knowing that my wounds won’t be healed.
Fate has brought me down to my knees
While misery consumes my life, like a disease.

Blood dribbles down my wounds, igniting a fire
To accomplish my victory, is my sole desire.
Although I lay with a stigma in my heart
I’ll battle again to make a fresh start.

Pain invaded my body, but not my pride
My fortitude is indestructible, it’ll never subside.
I know I wasn’t born for embracing defeat
To confront my demons i stand again on my feet.

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Tomb of My Dreams

Tomb of my dreams is a symbol of depression & agony that settles in when our dreams & aspirations are broken by the wicked vicissitudes of life. Demons/devils are the fears & hardships that constantly try to harm us in some way or the other. We must not give up in life & let the depression take over so that it dictates it’s terms to us, instead we must move forward accepting whatever life has to throw at us with open arms & a smile on our face, because we all are greater than our hardships in life.

Tomb of My Dreams

Life opened my eyes to it’s brutality,

As my dreams were crushed by reality.

My heart was once filled with dreams,

Now it’s haunted by their helpless screams.

 

I sit here in the tomb of my dreams,

As devils and demons fly above me.

My soul cries tears of blood,

As my dreams are buried in mud.

 

My dreams were murdered by my fate,

But one day they shall reincarnate.

On the grave of my dreams I shall wait,

For their resurrection which I’ll someday celebrate.

 

In life we fall, we rise,

Sometimes we die a bit inside.

We must take hardships in our stride,

So that our existence is justified.

 

Although the night is deadly dark,

In darkness shines the brightest star.

Tomb of my dreams gave me a scar,

But with a new dream on my journey I’ll embark.

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Shaun: Serial Slacker

Note:-  This poem highlights how the laid back attitude of a person can have a negative impact on the organization as well as on the life of a trainee who is inspired to learn more.

Shaun: Serial Slacker

 

In work I give my 100 percent

yet I get a feeling of torment.

People can’t hear my silent lament,

Monday office is a disturbing event.

 

Shaun my supervisor is a slacker,

who doesn’t work but loves to blabber.

He is a jerk who goes berserk

& creatively makes excuses to avoid work.

 

He roams in office like a horse,

for his irresponsibility has no remorse.

when work comes he loves to delegate,

while we are left in a helpless state.

 

Our learning gets badly impacted,

as from work Shaun gets easily distracted.

Thanks to him our learning curve never expanded,

& with workload we are always stranded.

 

Moving forward in life I pray,

if I am made a supervisor someday,

unlike Shaun never from work I’ll stray away,

with dedication I’ll complete work everyday.

The Fakir

It was a cold winter evening, twilight was ushering in the splendor youth of the night. The last train slowly approached the station. As the train halted on the station, so did some of the anxiety that was rumbling in Ajay’s heart, for the past 14 months he had worked like a dog, work seemed to be a form of escapism, through which he got rid of his worries in life that had haunted him in the past. But now after 14 months of slogging at the office, he finally got a well-deserved promotion and decided to go on a vacation, to explore a new place before the bigger responsibilities of office invaded his peace of mind again. As the train stopped at the station, Ajay jumped out of the train, he wore his stylish leather jacket and with a spring in his step, walked on the train station in his prime, he felt like he was the king of the world.

As he was walking with his swagger on the railway station, he saw an old fakir sitting in a dark corner. The fakir sitting in the dark was a brown lanky old fellow wearing a ragged pant, he was so thin that one could count his ribs by merely looking at his upper body. The fakir was in a degraded state, deprived of food and proper clothing, yet for some reason he had a contended smile on his face. He was poor, but he had a certain charisma that intrigued Ajay.

Seeing the old man’s plight Ajay’s heart filled with a sense of disgust. Ajay saw that the fakir was a victim of starvation so out of pity for him Ajay arrogantly threw his uneaten sandwiched towards the fakir and moved on. As he was walking past the fakir, the fakir in a deep yet gentle tone said “Thank you sir for you act of kindness but human is an emotional creature, feed him with food and his stomach shall be content, but if you feed a man with your love, then his soul shall be imbued with a feeling of gratitude towards you and in his heart an ever flowing river of respect shall flow for you. He shall remember the bliss of your kindness with every breath he takes.”

Upon hearing this Ajay’s pride was hurt, his young blood boiled in anger and he replied in an aggressive way “Old man, I took pity on your helpless state and gave you my sandwich, in return I get this judgmental lecture from you? No wonder you are in such a poor state no matter how much we give to people like you, you guys still beg for more.”

Hearing the harsh words of the angry young man the old man said “I am not at all disgraced by my poverty, my poverty is my biggest treasure to be honest.”

Ajay was perplexed hearing this and he mocked the fakir “How can you regard poverty as your biggest asset? Your ability to think in the right way has obliviously been affected by your age.”

The old man smiled again “Poverty has evolved me into a better human being, it has taught me that like seasons, people and circumstances too change. Poverty has taught me the ability to take setbacks in my stride and evolve as a stronger individual. My poverty has made me master the art of receiving, be it a sandwich or judgmental comments I receive them both with utmost humility and pure emotion of gratitude towards the giver. I am a free man, I have no house, I roam as a wanderer and I consider this world as my playground. Now I ask you sir, has your rich lifestyle enabled you to master the art of giving? Can your rich lifestyle ever enable you to embrace life in the way I do?”

Ajay’s pride had been shattered by the questions that the fakir, asked for the first time his rich life style seemed so shallow to him. His ego bowed down to a poor man’s humble question. He realized that he was wrong in belittling the poor man. He held his head down in shame and he apologized for his harsh behavior.

The fakir continued in a humble tone “In life materialistic thing don’t matter, you are blessed with the ability to give the needy. Make sure to wipe the tears of despair from the eyes of the helpless people around you, leave them with a smile and not tears, for tears are like diamonds. Tears aren’t mere salty water from the eyes but instead they are powerful emotions oozing out directly from the soul. While giving, give a fragment of your soul to the needy this way you will not only touch his life but his soul as well. Life isn’t measured by the number of breathes you take it is also measured by the number of souls you touch in your lifetime. While giving, give like a rose that spreads it’s fragrance without any expectations of joy or pain in return. Don’t be biased while giving for the sun doesn’t differentiate while giving us it’s light, it’s integral existence depends on shining and blessing us all with the treasure of it’s light in the same way. Don’t let your soul be intoxicated with pride like the tides while giving, for tides are bound to come crashing down, instead give with a smile as big as river Nile exhibiting unconditional love and the kindness of your heart.

As Ajay pondered & understood the very essence of the art of giving, the old man stood up gently smiled and humbly thanked Ajay for the sandwich. The fakir then went towards the dark porch of the railway station to sleep. As Ajay saw the old man going away towards the porch, his introspection forced him to reflect that he had given the fakir a sandwich and in return the fakir gave him words of wisdom; he degraded and mocked the fakir’s plight while the fakir gave him the true meaning of life; he felt like the king of the world on getting the promotion while a fakir owned something far more precious, the treasure of poverty. Ajay had a rich lifestyle yet was cursed with stress from various aspects of his life, while the fakir being blessed with poverty relished a stress free life. Ajay had come on a vacation to explore a new place after getting a bigger status in office, but he ultimately ended up exploring in life how shallow his thinking and life condition really was.

Judy & The Judge

Introduction:-  this poem deals with the stress which students these days have to deal with. Raising a voice against the oppressive education system that is stern bent on draining out the creativity & uniqueness of a student.

 

Judy & The Judge

 

Judy went to the judge one day,

The judge thought she came to play.

Judge asked “how can I help you dear?”

Little Judy smiled & came near.

 

She wanted her teacher in jail,

where she hoped he would cry & wail.

The judge was perplexed as she complained

Judy continued with her case & vividly explained.

 

“Stress from my teacher replaces fun

I can’t go outside to enjoy the sun.

As the flowers beautifully bloom,

With homework I feel trapped in my room.

 

Various points my teacher wants me to memorize

but the stress I deal with he doesn’t realize.

With every page of the book that I turn,

I feel like I’m turning into a book worm.”

 

After hearing to this the judge realized

that life of the student was getting compromised.

The education system surely needs to be questioned

whether it leads to a student’s depression.

 

Gone are the days when creativity was glorified,

now due to  stress the student’s brain gets fried .

The cruel system kills a student’s originality,

by causing stress, it corrupts their personality.  

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My Angel

Through my poem I wish to emphasize the fact that love can infuse limitless optimism in a depressed person’s heart , thus enabling him/her to overcome his/her depression in a very splendid way. In this poem I have aimed at glorifying love & present it as a source from where optimism overwhelmingly originates.

 

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 My Angel

 

In depression, I went to pray

earth got an angel that day.

As she descended on the ground,

she sprouted purity all around.

 

When we met face to face,

I realized she possessed eternal grace.

As she gently wiped my tears,

depression vanished, so did my fears.

 

She’s the answer to prayer

who came to decimate my despair.

With her I experience immeasurable bliss 

I’m delighted that she’s my granted wish.

 

Our First meeting was something divine,

while our souls mutually combined,

I proudly proclaim that she’s mine,

together may our names forever shine. 

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Love’s destiny

Introduction:- I personally believe that love is a multidimensional concept , it can’t be rigidly described just in the form of a lovers’ bond , it exists in various forms like between a mother & her child , between friends , between a master & a pupil & hence varies accordingly .Keeping this in mind through my Poem(Love’s destiny ) I wish to convey that initially in a love bond hurdles like hatred, jealousy & envy tend to pop in every now & then. These un-called for emotions tend to corrupt & ruthlessly dismantle the precious bond, but regardless of these undesired adversities if we continue to have faith in that love bond, then someday that bond is bound to blossom in it’s prime glory. Metaphorically speaking a love bond is like a diamond which has to undergo various processes/hurdles before it’s true priceless existence is established. So to capture the core essence of true love I made a short little story & tried to present it in the form of a poem as well.

 

Story:-

One day in God’s backyard, all the emotions decided to play hide & seek. Madness was to seek while the rest had to hide. Love hid in a thorny rose bush, while on the other hand the other emotions weren’t able to find a good hiding spot for themselves. As a result, Madness found every emotion except for Love. Love was God’s blue-eyed-boy & God held him in high esteem, being the fierce foes of Love; Hatred, Jealousy & Envy couldn’t digest Love’s superiority (even in the game). Hence they revealed Love’s hiding spot , on knowing Love’s secret spot Madness jumped into that thorny rose bush & made a loud noise .The loud noise caught Love off-guard & because of the sudden shock Love banged his eyes against the thorns of the rose bush & ended up being blind. As Love lost his vision, blood dribbled down his eyes, he experienced a searing pain & he lamented his lungs out in agony. On hearing Love’s painful cry, God appeared. On knowing the details of the incident, God felt sorry for Love’s handicapped state & criticized Madness for it’s insane nature. As way to compensate for his cardinal sin God ordered Madness(who himself was haunted by a feeling of remorse for his act) to hold Love’s hand forever & be Love’s guiding force till eternity.

Ever since that day this notion has emerged that Love is blind, Madness always accompanies it & Hatred, Jealousy & Envy work as a team to harm Love in some way or the other. bleeding_rose 

Poem:-

In the Garden of Eden one day,

all the emotions decided to play.

Hide & Seek was the chosen game

& Madness was the seeker’s name.

 

Other emotions hid to the best of their ability,

& tried to be away from Madness’ visibility.

Love hid in a thorny rose bush

where he hoped that madness wouldn’t look.

 

Madness found every emotion except for Love

as Love was hiding like a quiet dove.

Enemies of Love; Hatred, Jealous & Envy

revealed Love’s hiding spot shamelessly.

 

In the rose bush, Madness jumped with all his might

to infuse in Love’s heart a feeling of fright.

This caught Love by a sudden surprise,

Love’s eyes hit the thorns & he lost his sight.

 

Blood dribbled down from Love’s eyes,

Jealousy & Envy smiled with delight.

In pain Love helplessly lamented & cried

God appeared & stood by Love’s side.

 

Seeing Love’s plight, God had sympathy

Madness was criticized & pleaded guilty.

Madness had immense remorse for his sin,

he held Love’s hand & became his kin.

 

Even today it’s believed, Love has no vision

it’s still regarded like an insane obsession.

Madness still triggers true Love’s every motion,

they remain inseparable like the sea & ocean. 804d212eee33f96cbe225fb1c2c537fa