The disproportionate ombre

The disproportionate ombre

Do we always need to correspond to the mulishness of nature?
Does the gradiation of our vigorous action from dawn to dusk determine the eternal outcome of our life?
Is blending of colour from light to dark in a singular day equivalent to the process of our whole life?
Does the day start to achromatize like our life?
The hustle bustle, the commotion, the flurry, the whirl!
We pack quite a punch in one day.
Does the early bird get to literally lick the cream in the twilight.
Dawn is akin to infancy.
Day cognates to youth.
The contented evening.
The tiresome night.
Why do we need to adhere to the draconian sequence in the castigation of nature?
Why are we expected to be disciplined in the ascending order of our life?
Why cant roles of each zone of our life be inter changed?
Why do we tend to loose our innocence in our hay days?
Why cant we wake up to a lazy day and gather momentum in the evening?

Lets demolish this astringent way of colouring our life.
Lets glory in our personal condonation of irregular shades.
Lets relieve the innocence of our infant dawn at the caliginous time of our life.
Lets throw our austerity and indulge in a peppy, youthful salsa in our tenebrous era.
Lets for once be infidel to our mundane routine.
Lets nap it out intermittently.
Lets dance in the twilight rain.
Lets fight out the eternal laws of nature.
Lets not pay a heavy price for our "disproportionate ombre".

Purvi k

Unidentical Twins

Unidentical twins

Our two naughty kids.
Recession and boom.
Recession leading to boom. 
Boom spoiling us for recession.
We end up pampering boom.
We are always enraged with recession.
We need a face off with both.
Lets look into the eyes of recession.
Lets keep our gaze down in boom.
Why do we blame recession?
Why do we overindulge boom?
If not for our affordability in recession,
We cant be armed and well equipped for boom.
Then why is boom so arrogant and recssion a leveller?
Recession is a speed breaker.
Whereas boom is in an attractive guise but actually a car breaker.
Lets walk hand in hand aiding each other in boom.
Lets uplift each other in the unexciting recession.
Lets drive carefully through the storm of recession.
Cause the path leads to the much awaited boom.
Let boom learn some humility from recession.
Let recession borrow some much needed self worth and pride from boom.

Recession and boom.
Two naughty kids.
Leading to each other.
Lets own our unidentical twins.

Tandav in Tandem

Tandav in tandem

Is our life becoming an unending rhethoric?
Do we procreate balance in our sanity and demolish unstability?
Why is our precious peace so pricey?
Do we need to clear some cobwebs in our mind?
Is our life a misty mirage?
Are the optical illusions making us delusional?
How long does our status quo survive?
Are we in the process of a transformation?
Why cant we be in siesta mode when the tornado strikes?
Why cant we wait for the storm to recede?
What actually defines our identity?
Are we victims of identity crisis?

Arent we tired of enacting multiple roles?
Born a girl.
Metamorphosing into a woman.
Faced with strings of encumbrances.
To be an adept, competent, cracker jack of an entrepreneur.
Treading with caution the precarious and complicated but extremely soul wrenching world of motherhood.
Trying to be an amalgation of a partner, friend and companion to be a desirable spouse.
Be harmlessly gossipy yet non judgemental coffee mate.
Securing the bonds of the blood.
Playing matured confidante to our little brother.
Taking timely whacks frm the elder clans.

Multiple chains attached to our waists.
Dancing to the loudest music of the lot.
Lets swirl to this tandav in tandem.

By Purvi K

Liberating 40's

Liberating 40s
From walking a thin line between forgetfullness and amnesia,
From sneaking to our toilet to shave our chins,
To accepting our stubborn bulge....
Lets embrace our 40s

From skipping small fonted messages on our phones,
To getting hooked to the zooming lens.
From wearing thin framed sexy glares,
To wearing bifocals with aplomb.
Lets embrace our 40s
From faking a migraine heachache,
To proclaiming a big NO.
From mimicking an orgasm,
To finding comfort in bluntly denying carnal gratification.
Lets embrace our 40s
From being emotionally violent,
To taking a halt for an emotional menopause.
From verbal diarrhoea,
To switiching to being mute to make a point.
Lets embrace our 40s
From being loyal to tele serial, "friends",
To not being ready to accept "game of thorns".
From prudently still choosing to see reruns of "desperate housewives" over "the madam secretary"
Lets embrace our 40s
From staring at our grey strands,
To accepting salt/pepper look with some panache
From wearing undersized apparels,
To settling for oversized attires
Lets embrace our 40s
From forever getting attracted to the four earthy tones,
To finally going for bright, chrome colors.
Being known as an avid olive green lover,
To being associated with the purple clan.
Lets embrace our 40s
From always being accustomed to adding inches to heels
To now being confined to adding inches to bed height and potty seat height.
From getting used to the perennial spondylolysthasis
To being graduated to spine arthritis.
Lets embrace our 40s
From being embarrassed about lack of self presentation,
To wearing a bad hair day crown with confidence
From being anal and meticulous about any professional task,
To coolly skipping important to do list.
Lets embrace our 40s
From camouflaging a solitary acne on our face,
To being fascinated with our own creases and wrinkles.
From our grey strands reminding of our child's issues,
To creases reminding of our lives crisis
Lets embrace our life story
Lets gracefully embrace our 40s.
By Purvi K

selective optimism

Selective optimism
How I wish optimism was given a fair chance.
Well! Blame it on we getting used to the deadly pessimism.
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How I wish people actually walked their talk.
Well! Blame it on their talk being unwalkable.
How I wish we were not robotic in our existence.
Well! Blame it on the punctual pause wherein we time our breaths too.
How I wish we were not shackled by our schedules.
Well! Blame it on our need to confirm.
How I wish we would devour our transition for just a moment more.
Well! Blame it on it being an empty, lonely spot.
How I wish we could take solace in our quilt.
Well! Blame it on our overwhelming emotion of guilt.
How I wish our hunger was satiated by synonyms.
Well! Blame it on the glorified attraction of antonyms.
How I wish we were not emotional parasites.
Well! Blame it on we finding our solitary rendevouz restless.
How I wish we dont massacre our privilege to follow our heart.
Well! Blame it on the rationalization of our mind.
How I wish we would get lured by the eternal dance.
Well! Blame it on the serendipitous encounters of our life.
How I wish we were not selective in our optimism.
Well! Blame it on the obvious omnipresence of pessimism.
By Purvi K

Orgy of emotions

Are we apprehensive about parading our emotions in order to create a perfect facade?

Are we engulfed with different emotions so much that we can no longer identify our raw self?

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Do we spend half of our life creating a masquerade and other half unclothing it to reach the innermost depth of our soul?
Internal conflicts of our mind and heart.
Which act to be showcased?
Which feeling needs to be hidden?
The eternal parody of our emotions
Each emotion fighting amongst each other to be on the exterior layer of our veneer.
Happiness getting attacked by sadness
Contentment threathened by jealousy
Peace constantly being challenged by insecurity
Manipulation trying to win over innocence
Hatred overthrowing love
Lust seducing our desires
Ego snatching pride from self worth
Lets end this catwalking of the parody of our emotions and be connected with our raw, naked soul for once...
By Purvi. K

Sole of my Soul

Finding its way through the puzzle called life.
Running naked on the barren field
Carrying the burden of our emotional baggage......
Has it lost its sheen?
How tired must be the sole of our soul?

The guilty indulgences of our hearts
The constant aggressive outburst of our brain
Taking a breather only in our transitory spot
In an otherwise active run of life
How fatigued must be the sole of our soul?
Always needing to choose between black and white
Shamelessly getting tempted to go for grey
Taking big, strident steps
With no steady risers
Finding no place to rest on landings
Sprinting towards the unattainable...
How tired must be the sole of our soul?
Making merry at all the unforgettable ups
Grieving at all the unforgivable downs
Trying to overcome fears
Fighting the nasty insecurities
Searching for that eternal calm,
Rampaging through outer chaos
To finally settle for a quiet, serene inner peace...
How fatigued must be the sole of our soul?
By Purvi. K