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

Oscillating Contradictions

Oscillating Contradictions

Why are pseudo high-brows obsessed with metaphors when similes are easier to decipher?

How important is applause from a world full of people with immense self-doubt?

Why is there an inner turmoil to become like Howard Roark while somewhere we end up a bit like Peter Keating?
Finally we decide to blame it on Ayn Rynd for making us feel guilty of being dual.

Is ethnic indianisation giving jitters to oh so modern and sauve, globalization?

Is the past like one's wide backside which perpetually becomes other's frontal problem if they decide to delve deep into it?
But remember they are behind the back.......

Is getting wrapped in a time zone ruining our much needed comfort zone?

Why does the darkness invite nocturnal dreams whereas dawn lets us welcome reality?

Do we oscillate between contradicting views to please people?
For once why can't we be comfortable in being self pleasers?

Blog by Purvi K.

Being Pointless.....

Being pointless.........

Am I being pointless 

when i feel that writing is as therapuetic as talking to a therapist? Finally we all want to be heard however nonsensical we sound.

Am I being pointless
When I feel that my purpose of being is as nameless as a dateless page of an adventure called "life"?

Am i being pointless
When I stress about having a strong spine being important when am born with a twisted spine? How mean is being spineless in a world thriving on being boneless to the core?

Am I being pointless
When I cringe about gender bias becoming primitive in our thought process and the nation still believing in compartmentalizing people?

Am I being pointless
When I start to wear my twilight zone mantle a bit too sharply and start looking at the sinister nite in the eye?

Am I being pointless
When I descend from my throne of a drama queen with elan and poise and realize harshly that being mute makes a greater point than getting your point across?

Am I being pointless
When drama ceases to excite me, when quiet conversations with self soothes me and when getting my point across is pointless

Blog by Purvi K.