Blinded by Love

Blinded by love
She forgot the people who helped her
Stood for her...
Her virtual love just remained as an existence
Not once did she bother to check if there was life ticking on the other end- The actual sound of a heart beat when you place your ear hard, against the chest. 
She delightfully strutted around, without care
She listened to no fret
Her eyes just met the virtual him all the while
Until one day she realised, she was just used. Plain and simple - just used...
The words of her 'actual' friend then just echoed- so loud 
That a sense of regret brought a gush of tears
Trickling down her cheeks
Tasting the salt of the tear drops,
She said: How could I have not taken notice of you, my dear friend?
You were there all the while...
After all, I spoke to you more often than I did to the 'insignificant' other...
Thank you, she whispered- teary-eyed.

The Emotional Icon

A compliment coming your way...you so want to acknowledge it, yet don't want to really fall for it, a smiley or emoticon in return would just do the right trick. It is simple and safe. Saves  all the trouble of having to put together the right words and yet being judged for the way you speak. 

Emoticons have invariably become a way of communicating. An animated smiley that just new how to smile ; to begin with : Nothing, but a plain wide smile, which still is pleasing to the eye and mind. Since then, the way smileys have evolved and influenced our conversations is a gratifying experience. 

The thumbs up sign is a classic example of a life saver- almost always. When you don't really desire to continue with the length of the conversation- The thumbs up emoticon pops out as an emphatic symbol of agreement... The veritable 'y' in braces (like this- (y)) instantly sticks out in the timelines and windows of Facebook; so much so that you sometimes just wish that you could extend the same to Microsoft Outlook too; just when you are in conversation with your bosses or colleagues!

A birthday or an anniversary wish for that matter- what would otherwise look plain and undressed- when peppered with some flowers, party hats and balloons...makes the wish look animated and zestful.  With the world of social media witnessing convenient entrants by the hour, EMOTICON, derived from the portmanteau words of English- emotion+icon, is certainly a virtual blessing!

From symbols that express love, anger, dismay, good luck, to symbols that represent coffee, flowers, fruits, sandwiches, virtually just about everything that is part of verbal communication gets covered without a single word being uttered! Whoa..! Just a variation of sign language this looks like...! What's more, we have more stickers on Facebook that are much quirkier than their watsap counterparts. The recent Chumbak and kitten cartoons make for some interesting conversations with these characters popping out with a  cute animation!

Come to think of it, we've actually been innocuously using these symbols for most part of our lives. Remember those cartoony images that come to you in the form of stickers? Haven't we done a whole lot of our letter writing using these stickers?! And of course a host of designs that come as freebies with biscuits, energy drinks, bubble gums and what not! Especially, back in school days, when you'd want to impress that secret pen friend of yours... we would have the best of stickers saved up for that precious, handwritten letter! 

It is amazing the way communication goes through so much transformation- in every sense and now, even the manner in which one emotes! There is so much accentuation with these little punctuation marks and alphabets- ; , : ) :P ... Perhaps, this is what I'd call the rich text!!

Death bed

Having the luxury of choosing one's death bed

Is a definite gem that one could treasure

While knowing the reason for death lends a certain sense of freedom,

Knowing where one would die, is even more liberating.

Unlike sifting through what restaurant I want to dine at,

Or even where I want to shop for clothes,

A cessation of breath if pre-decided, lest it's a suicide,

Brings in a gush of internal satisfaction.

Knowing where I'd die?

Ah! that will help me live life- enjoying every nuance;

Making way for happenstance moments all the while;

Until I die, and even after...

A song in memory of every dear one

A song in memory of every dear one
Could there be such a thing?
Yes, why not?
Would it not be liberating?
Reminiscing and remembering,
One at a time,
Enjoying freedom with the memory of just one;
Yet being able to switch over,
As though wired with switches!

Justify

Emotions in packets;

Carefully sealed

Fitted into the right pockets of the brain and mind

The user knew exactly when to feel and sense each pocket

Something as easy as blinking, that’s how easy it was

Yet there was a problem;

That of Justification...

The hands slipped into each pocket with great ease

Yet the memories lingered and decided to taunt;

Demand justification:

One is better than the other- that could not be declared

For the bond was varying.

There was then a mad scurry for justifying herself over and over again...

Strands of hair

Brazenly blazing past the corporate floors

Walking back and forth across levels

She spread a certain air of cheer around

It’s a man’s world out there- fully!

Suddenly men seemed to be all around

Until now it never mattered

But now, she saw strands of hair

On the gleaming corporate floors

The strands belonged to her

She’d silently whisper to herself

And move them aside with the sole of her footwear

Or even safely clasp the strands in her hands

And bin them when no man is seeing...

The strands of hair have almost become her insignia

Marking her presence in the cabins and floors

Like bread crumbs in the story of Hansel and Gretel...

Talking

What a dicy affair this is. Loads of judgement unwarrantedly infused. Of advice on how one could have bettered the conversation and all the gobbledygook that ensues. A bloody prejudiced society we live in. Of all the acts, talking is the stickiest and trickiest. Mincing words, walking the talk, talking the talk and what not? What the hell is wrong in being oneself? But yeah, there is a defence for this. Reticence. Yes. Reticence takes the cake! At least then I’ll be called a woman of few words! Smiling and being genial is a problem too. Oh wait. Then you’d be termed ‘extrovert’ and would be pushed to a category of people who have a placard nailed on their forehead that says- “Hey you know what, you can woo me into anything!” Yeah? If that’s what smiling denotes- then damn- Smile shall be served only upon request and not be wasted. 

Oh boy- there’s one more to be mentioned- whilst one talks- whether you got your grammar right in elementary or not is secondary. If only you get the subject ‘I’ wrongly placed, that’s it! It’s the end of story! I and We get interchangeably used according to the whims and fancies of an individual. If only you get that concept straight- you’re saved. Else, keep battling with yourself- I/Me/Myself or We/Us/Ourselves?!

Ending with a quote of mine- “Hypocrisy is a word that I like of late, for I could be hypocritical about using it!”