Do you see yourself as a leader?
I am a leader
If I have a follower
It’s in the eyes of the followers
That I should reflect
That is where
the acceptance lies
…
But yes,
I have the will to lead
The charisma, dynamism and character
My followers can’t give me that
Just like a magnet
It’s magnetism, is seen
in the iron fillings
that get attracted
Yet the magnetism lies in the magnet
And not in the filling
…
What’s your favorite word?
A word
That erupts
Not thought of
But felt
And that
Which resonates
Spontaneously
…
That one
What are you doing this evening?
If you call
I will come and see you
Else you can drop in
We will do whatever you want
Well, it’s not a proper plan
But it’s a plan
Clouds darkened my day
Rain poured and got me all wet
It was a bad day
But it gave me a rainbow
I love sunshine even more
#tankapoetry
Bad things happen to you, to remind you to count the good things.
So bad isn’t so bad after all.
It’s all good
Eventually
#haiku
The restaurant
Had soft music
Wafting through
…
It muffled, well almost
the poking of the forks
And the scraping of the knives
It muted the thoughts
And accentuated the smiles
…
In the pictures
It all looked good
The tall one it claims
Exists within a puddle
Yet proclaims glory
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
When a prompt
Masquerades as a survey
The answers
Must also masquerade
By the time
I am in the 90s
I will know
Which restaurant is good
Which one I should avoid
How much food is just enough
How much, I will end up taking home
Where we can share a plate
Where, they insist
on a separate order
Which drink to order
A fresh juice or a Cola
Espresso, single or a double shot
Yes a Single shot, is never enough
A simple Cappuccino
or the milky latte
The indulgent Frappe
or the thick hot chocolate
The breezy outside
Or the airconditioned inside
I guess
I will figure it all out one day
I am exploring now
I haven’t made up my mind yet
I will wait
for all of the little pieces,
to fall in place
When I am a little older
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
The fingers touched
Accidentally first
And then prodded
By the beating hearts
They probed intentionally
Aware of the touch
That tingled the mind
And the erogenous spaces
Lying deep
in those burning synapses
And then
the hearts take over
And the mind surrenders
Then it flows
Down the path
Furrowed in the mind
Till the touch spreads
beyond the fingers
And till
It reaches the soul
In that
One ecstatic moment
My Tales Within