tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-189471492024-03-13T06:30:59.451-07:00A Neonate's ReflectionsAbsurd Contemplations....The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-70658870069430459332016-02-15T23:28:00.002-08:002016-02-24T01:34:30.429-08:00About me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The distant peak where<br />
cattle and clouds graze,<br />
is my home that I will<br />
never return to.<br />
<br />
Jealous of the joyful,<br />
I stalk them;<br />
to smear my sorrow and<br />
steal their smile.<br />
<br />
Can market my scars<br />
to get laid.</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-17109661868965097982016-02-12T06:34:00.000-08:002016-02-12T06:34:13.051-08:00Next Step<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A fresh start is<br />
just a step away<br />
from the cliff.</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-89250696138926773402015-10-12T08:52:00.001-07:002015-10-12T08:53:42.898-07:00Neither here nor...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have come thus far,<br />
wading through unknown paths;<br />
the journey hardly pleasant.<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />I can labour on or<br />circle back to the life<br />I know and detest.</span></div>
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I have come thus far<br />
many a time, knowing well -<br />
on the yonder side,<br />
awaits the boundless.</div>
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The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-90347397127990643282015-09-24T00:00:00.002-07:002015-09-24T00:00:41.883-07:00Woohoo!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, I cannot contain<br />
my boundless joy.<br />
<br />
I walk,<br />
hands in pocket,<br />
a heavy smile pasted on my face,<br />
but I don't mind.<br />
<br />
On a sunlit road,<br />
I struggle not to dance,<br />
but step on imaginary patterns -<br />
a couple forward and a step back;<br />
a brief pause appended<br />
by a side step.<br />
<br />
I shriek an old tune<br />
landing on the wrong pitch,<br />
snip some lyrics<br />
and add my own words.<br />
<br />
I tip my hat, now and then,<br />
for a thirsty mongrel.<br />
<br />
Tempting it is,<br />
to loop my hands with strangers<br />
and have a quick goofy dance<br />
or try a prank on clueless victims<br />
and flee the scene.</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-85941253911136058932015-08-07T00:19:00.002-07:002015-08-07T05:46:04.846-07:00On the edge<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I wish to be perched<br />
with stretched legs<br />
on an ergonomic rock<br />
at the edge of a cliff.<br />
<br />
The most urgent task<br />
would be to watch<br />
the distant shepherd<br />
enter and leave my visual frame.<br />
<br />
Nothing moves.<br />
The only sudden movement<br />
would be the scurrying chameleon,<br />
when I throw a stone.<br />
<br />
While I suck in the stillness<br />
into my head<br />
I shall resurface from the trance<br />
only to check if I still breathe.</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-65183169299409504312014-11-11T08:48:00.001-08:002014-11-11T08:48:13.939-08:00Craving the Unknown<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Spinning globe,<br />
familiar landscapes,<br />
lost in trance,<br />
hazy images of<br />
nations and names,<br />
I close my eyes.<br />
<br />
The search is on,<br />
but I know not<br />
what I lost!<br />
Behind a holy rock or<br />
beneath a wishing tree<br />
in a blessed land<br />
that pilgrims flock<br />
will the spinning globe<br />
show me what<br />
is worth searching for?</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-59953929496156149082014-05-26T05:08:00.003-07:002014-05-26T22:33:06.245-07:00Force of Habit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
An undying thirst for the unknown,<br />
the sea water promised plenty but quenched none.<br />
Is this life made of impulsive doing?<br />
Or does it carry a glorified meaning?<br />
Who am I and from where did I start?<br />
Lined with grieving bricks,this heart<br />
can't house misery more.<br />
But,even after spotting the distant shore,<br />
and soaked in grief laden breeze,<br />
why do I still circle the dark seas?</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-59025833375783267492014-05-15T11:19:00.002-07:002014-05-15T11:19:20.070-07:00One starry night...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lets make<br />
a happy story<br />
out of the night sky.<br />
Lets pick<br />
a faint sulky star,<br />
farther than any,<br />
that pretends<br />
to look away.<br />
Lets give her<br />
a name and<br />
make her the<br />
star of the night<br />
and watch her<br />
get her glow back.<br />
Lets wink at<br />
other stars<br />
and line them<br />
up for a<br />
fussy autograph.<br />
Let us admire<br />
the reluctant<br />
smile on her face<br />
as it breaks<br />
into a<br />
full blown laugh.<br />
Lets take the star<br />
by her hands<br />
and dance on<br />
the tallest terrace.<br />
Lets make coloured waves<br />
in air<br />
to keep her interested<br />
in our goofy song.<br />
Lets find cold pebbles<br />
for her feet<br />
as they dance.<br />
Lets try not<br />
to fall into a trance<br />
and lose<br />
a moment to kiss.<br />
Lets put her<br />
in dreamy sleep<br />
and draw a smile.<br />
Lets make her<br />
the star of our life.</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-40212724475535553192014-05-08T05:13:00.002-07:002014-05-08T05:13:49.771-07:00Salty tears can sing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sadness, like a pinch of salt<br />
glued to your fingertips,<br />
has an alluring element.<br />
A melancholy thought<br />
turns you inward and flows<br />
as the indelible ink<br />
in your pen. </div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-47785344321875062692014-05-07T11:09:00.002-07:002015-06-01T01:57:14.399-07:00Guided by past<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I run my life with a rear view mirror.<br />
That's all you need,<br />
when you run backwards.</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-17257495154211161222014-05-07T09:56:00.000-07:002014-05-07T09:56:34.377-07:00The downward spiral<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I love flying.<br />
So, moving head on into clouds,<br />
grimly dark although,<br />
(with a gathering sense<br />
of undeniable deja vu)<br />
stood for progress<br />
and fleeting objects I crossed<br />
were smugly tagged as fancy milestones<br />
that others were denied.<br />
<br />
<br />
But the illusion of progress<br />
was diluted initially and disturbed later<br />
when my own tail emerged<br />
in the corner of my eye.<br />
For, when you are suspended<br />
in a viscous, slow moving and shrinking vortex,<br />
your next milestone can only be<br />
having your tail between your teeth.</div>
The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-16045295898154047382010-10-25T10:59:00.000-07:002010-10-25T11:00:23.789-07:00Sadness<div>A melting avalanche moves inside</div><div>promising a liberating deluge </div><div>of past misery, settled as</div><div>deep furrows between the brows</div><div>but just a drop rolls out.</div>The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-55938486724026795052010-05-13T02:54:00.000-07:002010-05-13T02:57:01.053-07:00Regressive growthIn the splendid randomness<br />of a starry evening sky,<br />I bring upon myself,<br />the misery of shapes and patterns.<br />Having traded off open curiosity<br />for the burden of crippling wisdom,<br />this life will know again, the<br />futility of limiting the boundless.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-74834078641915317412010-01-04T03:29:00.000-08:002010-01-04T03:33:49.205-08:00Acquired MoralityThe hypnotic moral pendulum sways -<br />right and wrong.<br />Sometimes you chase the guilty shadows away;<br />sometimes they swallow you.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-62164089957413356842009-09-01T23:47:00.000-07:002009-09-01T23:52:07.621-07:00ForgivenessOne Idyllic afternoon,<br />an assembly of assorted<br />roses, lillies and other magicians<br />tried many a trick on me,<br />to convince.<br /><br />I sat there unmoved.<br /><br />A flash of nonchalant glance;<br />I saw them plotting in a huddle.<br />When the gentle rain,<br />seated on affable breeze<br />(unleashed by them)<br />decended on my face,<br />I couldnt help, but,<br />forgive this world of all its sins.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-12462479178873266972009-07-23T10:07:00.000-07:002009-07-23T10:09:28.607-07:00Being a leader.....This is the era of employee empowerment.<br /><br />One day all top guys in my company got together and decided to empower us. You know only too well that these are the same guys who have been sleeping on the concept of succession planning (literally) for over a decade. The youngest of the senior lot has spent two years in the company post retirement thanks to extensions. These extensions have been nicknamed “service unto death” pacts.<br /><br />So, one day I found myself travelling to Hotel Sea princess to attend a training programme on Leadership. I had told myself that if the program was going to chew on the dead rubber well masticated spit of a topic “Difference between Leadership and Management” (that I had to put up with many times during such occasions earlier) I’d throw something at the faculty. Her lucky day that it turned out to be, she escaped unhurt.<br /><br />I initially was active hungrily pouncing on conceptual errors in their presentation but soon gave up. I was then settling comfortably into a trance (lectures always do that to me) that carried my mind beautifully over the well recorded and often accessed memories of my darling’s nautankies when Mr.Pandey* suddenly raised his tightly clenched fist and announced, “I have the power”. The lady who had been eloquently lecturing us on leadership was stunned by the intervention and another faculty who had thus far been a quiet observer erupted into loud laughter but quickly stifled it. But the lecturing lady quickly gathered herself to follow the training protocol, clause 1 of which reads that if someone acted silly or oversmart, he has to be encouraged. This incident left others wondering if they should do something as nauseatingly pretentious and earn brownie points.<br /><br />See, I don’t really mind becoming a leader. Just don’t put me in the company of such people!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Names haven’t been changed to intrude privacy.</span>The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-3133388901703787862009-01-30T23:56:00.000-08:002009-01-30T23:58:54.361-08:00NostalgiaDated Albums<br />are reminders;<br />of our perpertual divergence<br />from happiness.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-86390679999738629182008-11-03T08:56:00.000-08:002008-11-03T08:58:00.350-08:00RipplesSometimes,<br />talking to you<br />is like throwing stones<br />into a still pond<br />and watching the ripples<br />in me.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-41721730789251780922008-09-19T23:56:00.000-07:002008-09-19T23:59:38.762-07:00A FlashbackNow and then, I take her<br />on a walk back in time,<br />holding her velvet hands.<br />As the gears move the reel<br />of my life, she chooses an<br />age, quite distant.<br /><br />The day he learnt butterflies<br />were to be held gently and<br />the captured ones, tightly<br />held on to small stones.<br />All the jars in the shelf<br />had been explored, his tongue<br />had taken tamarind’s brown.<br />As it grew dark, the full moon<br />had left fewer than hundred stars,<br />each one was touched and counted.<br />Then, slumber had swallowed curiosity.<br /><br />Now, as she presses his<br />sprouting fingers to her lips,<br />she strokes his unkempt hair,<br />he curls up in her lap,<br />trousers wet.<br /><p>P.S: Happy Anniversary, dear. Many more happy ones to follow.</p><p> </p>The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-1514420491518406532008-07-02T06:00:00.000-07:002008-07-02T06:01:16.641-07:00TremorsOf late, calamities<br />mark my day.<br /><br />An avalanche of cheer<br />wakes me up.<br />I get washed ashore,<br />now and then<br />by a deluge of delirium.<br />Or a whirlwind of euphoria<br />toys with me.<br /><br />But, I’ll remember<br />that day for the tremors<br />she brought.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-38242492146178509222008-06-17T13:12:00.000-07:002008-06-17T13:15:22.128-07:00You belong to meI have said enough.<br />Now, my dignified silence<br />will keep us company.<br />So, a fleeting glance,<br />most endearing,<br />or a tentative touch<br />(followed by an unfelt apology)<br />should mean,<br />I love you most.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-21697130046402799042008-05-27T10:39:00.000-07:002008-05-27T10:55:55.879-07:00That sinking feeling....The last few rays<br />of gloomy crimson recede;<br />like a friend who has<br />given much but cannot<br />anymore dutifully so.<br />I am the begger, who<br />never had to ask.<br /><br />Its going to get dark,<br />very dark.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-30717418725851366492008-05-17T10:50:00.000-07:002008-05-17T10:54:58.501-07:00Awaiting salvation<p><span>A morning, tranquil and pleasant<br />in the garden,<br />one cannot help but<br />notice and assume that<br />the butterfly, blithe and bright<br />still glued to the flower<br />by slumber, must have<br />hovered over its choices,<br />(like my hand does, over<br />a multiple choice question)<br />to choose from a multitude<br />the bloom right with,<br />a colour that matches<br />well with its flaps' hues,<br />a scent that brings love,<br />and a stunning view of<br />the romantic light.<br /><br />To spread gloom over<br />this amusing imagination,<br />almost in the same breathe,<br />the mind does waver<br />to ponder over the scene's<br />impermanence, of decrepitude<br />and death, of the cruel paradox<br />of extreme level, that life is.<br />Or apparently so.<br /><br />That, a reason drives everything,<br />(though hackneyed and banal)<br />does seem to suggest that<br />the hologram that life is,<br />offers a meaning<br />for the right sight only,<br />apparently.<br /><br />Lets hope some dawn<br />will bring light with it;<br />even if not a halo o'er my head, brings<br />Unbound compassion sans the suffering.</span></p><p><span>P.S: Thanks to <a href="http://twoglassdoors.blogspot.com/2007/12/deaf-orator.html">this post</a></span></p>The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-91320402234055202552008-05-14T02:15:00.000-07:002008-05-15T05:54:39.284-07:00Growing up II<div align="justify">When you wake up with a bad mood, the whole damn world conspires against you. And you spend the day returning people's smile with an impolite nod or a blank stare, being reticent and being excessively aggressive in the TT room. And the mood follows you like a terrible stink wherever you go.<br /><br />Its strange when you look back and realise that your very meticulously planned actions seem to be nothing but a fool's handiwork now. The merit of the actions are now suddenly absent. But unfortunately somebody has already judged you in the light of what you did. Its like the wrong answer you give in an Interview room with all confidence only to realise it the moment you step out of the room. You cant really do anything now, can you? Except, of course, an incisive catharsis.<br /><br />Wisdom usually dawns upon you at the unlikeliest moment. Today, when I had a mouthful of rice and curry, the moment of realisation came - <em>When you find an expensive show-piece, keep away from it.<br /></em><br />Lesson learnt.</div>The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18947149.post-22640637176522728352008-05-08T22:08:00.000-07:002008-05-13T10:43:19.148-07:00MirrorOne mirror, many reflections.<br /><br />They sit on extreme corners<br />of the personality map.<br />Different people;<br />Intimidating Winners<br />with flamboyant styles;<br />Abominable hunchbacks<br />bearing the burden of the past;<br />Romantic young men<br />with winsome smiles;<br />Diffident eyes<br />that cant meet yours.<br /><br />I meet them all everyday,<br />just looking into the mirror.<br /><br />One life, many lives.The Regular Joehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15336962686894390449noreply@blogger.com2