Why me?

 I do not know the  answer, but then if there was no purpose I would have been gone long back. So whenever my body goes immobile, something moves in my mind, I call it the latest update happening in me. Beware, it's a new version of me.

Sree.....

Last night i didn't sleep a single minute..... i can find lot of reasons... but i don't want to crib about it...so i got up today morning and i am determined to make today so fruitful that i' ll fall asleep

Dead line

This is about the pressurised work culture in the private organization sector in India, especially the banks, We need to earn luxuries in life. So one does not folllow his/ her passion, rather to achieve more get into the life of  an employee, agreeing all terms and conditions of the employer. But many of them are at their maximum potential at the start itself and once their life is set to the pace of meeting the current targets, the targets increase. They run here and there, somehow turns leader and now they help the management to set the criteria.But could not change the way its been set because the real culprits here are the employees itself who agrees to the management.

Heed not to need, luxury we all strive 

Passion waits to take over, post all fine   

Born a rooster, but lay eggs to survive
Meet deadline, left with the only lifeline

Not in me, still felt attainable the target 

Set the routine, nicely picked up the pace

Life easy not, new performance criteria set 

Lay ten eggs!, realize elsewhere my place

Frantically ran, made senseless the phobia

See not any difference, travelled the world

Out of reach remain the deadline, the criteria

Swam alone and discovered paths, acted bold

Turned leader, can't hide the face in a mask

Said ok to the deadline, targets one can't let go 

Do rooster's lay eggs?, not a question to ask

About to say no, but roosters said, "yes we do"

Sree....

The weak body

Remember those days the pristine 80s and 90s. All lived with fear of God within ... There was God present in each one of us.... we all were divine... So could not commit bad deeds. The poem opens up in the current world and this guy started hearing voices in him . Unlike the people in the 80s  and 90s, these days people can't recognize the god within, godliness waiting for a reason to leave humanity. When they start recognizing the divinity within, they start a friendship, but unlike those days, they started competing with it and force godliness to leave the body  … A body without divine presence isn't good for anything and cannot live without an assistance..

The Week Body

Some voices I hear from deep inside of me
Started communicating, soon the best of friends
Normal human I was, divine the friend in me
Both designed solutions- meet the life’s ends
 
One body one soul, the life happily moving on
Worked, enjoyed together could not ask for more
One fine morning, my idea: keep a comparison
Instantly knew my friend; agreed to track the score
 
Body had options two, mine and my friend’s
Presented my solutions, required that extra work
His ideas, solutions superb, nothing at backend
When conversed, felt insecure, feel being a dork
 
Decided to move apart, but no ways to implement
Split the workload together -but single they exist
Disappeared the godliness, our actions we lament
These days the body suffer, soon require an assist
 Sree…    

Saala, “ yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN.”,

This is a crime, you are wasting the precious sleep time which could repair your system, Sree please don’t work against nature, please sleep. Yeah, I could have slept, if found solution to one answer,  Saala, yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

So cold I feel from inside… I can feel my heart, lungs, liver, kidney, all of my organs turning cold, I had finally accepted failure and was ready to give up, but I couldn't feel my left hand. I couldn't die without finding it. I asked myself,  saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHA HEIN?

I asked my parents on recreating myself and they said: don’t worry we know how to create you … will do it once again.  only thing you have to do is Sleep... rest leave it to us. I go off to the bed, laid down and thought,  Saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

My left hand is the organ which can cause me a brain fade… yes...  my brain is terrified of it and can never let me think of something else. The only organ which can hijack my brain from this is my brother’s brain, now on the other side of the world. Though researching in geophysics, his main concern is the EMI he pays for the loans he took in India. My brother’s brain  always leaves me confused, suddenly I hear the doorbell. Sir amazon… a fully paid delivery for Mr. Sreekanth. I took the packet, but all what my brain now thinks is- why don’t he pay his EMI?. I call him.. he picks up the call, and talk to me in a low voice” I am taking classes, but why are you awake? I tell him about my left hand. He disconnects the call, suddenly the doorbell rings.. Sir amazon, a fully paid delivery for one Mr. Sreekanth. It was basalt, exclusively for my left hand… 

The most complicated thing in the world, the human brain... unfortunately no human knows what to do with it… I thought myself as an intelligent guy until this question came along

saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

Sree.....

     

The Selfish

Last time when left alone, I lost my health
that was when I tried to excel our wealth
this time, sure my love- can take no longer
but, pay no heed, time to excel- your career 

What if the roles were reversed?, I think 
sure, not have spared you an extra blink 
so wonderful, the present life we live
Me- the perfect nothing out of we five 

Painful nights, sleep not- self I hold back 
mornings, cherish the drop- I move by luck 
YouTube videos, hope fast the time turn 
rest the day, looking for yours' return 

Evenings, come off the room, in couch I sit 
managed till now, pull myself out the pit, 
bit more time, looking at each of our fish
and blaming all of my thoughts selfish 

Sree....

Crazy Driving

Voices in me said "concentrate- observe"  

"Slow down son!, before the next curve"

Stopped the car with just a body swerve 

An inch away was a bus, I held my nerve

Driving discipline, we never really learn

Tactfully blame each other, the real concern

Mess the process, law keepers who govern 

Mannerisms too much for us to unlearn

Enter the road like a monkey let out of cage

Honk, hobby for many, stop not even with age

Insane drivers, everyone on a different page

Know not- the most, driving is just a privilege

Adhering to rules, puts one in lot of doubt 

Do what all else do, just go in and freak out 

Learn to put the head out and learn to shout 

Driving, adventure sport in here, no winner out

Sree....