I swear – iPod is the best invention of this decade. Undoubtedly, it is the best of all the gadgets that I have. iPod is too good but at times, that itself becomes a problem. The following poem (not sure whether it really is a poem) is an outcome of my frustration on an insomniac night….

In search of sleep....

It was another weary day

I lay on my bed

Trying hard to rest my brain

Too many problems thrust upon

Eyelids refuse to kiss each other

In search of sleep, I scuffle

I finally decide to switch on my iPod

Sleep comes on click of a button

A perfect example of how mechanical

My life has become

Music makes its way to my ears

I enjoy the pleasurable sensation it creates

In search of a better song, I browse

Too many choices to make

Not convinced on one,

I keep hopping from one song to another

It makes me impatient

Yes, man’s soul is a monkey

Realization happens again.

I decide to give-up the search for song

And get back to the search of sleep

The struggle continues….

Too many cooks spoil the food

Too many choices spoil the mood

A poet in me

This is my first attempt to write a poem. I know its very uncharacteristic, but yet...

Here we go....

"CONFUSED"

It feels worlds heavy
It feels aloof
Mind becomes void
When I miss you…

Where were you when I was broken?
Where were you when I was shaken?
Where were you when I needed you?

In search of your shoulder,
To rest my head,
To shed my concealed tears,
To cleanse the wounded heart

Never will fight with you
Never will upset you
Never will behave grumpy
I want you to believe me this time,
Just as you do every time
Lets be this the last time.

Your silence kills...
Wistful to hear you talk to me
Waiting to see you walk towards me
I stay alone here… for you
With all cherished memories