The Lost Dragon

People use masks to hide from the world Many use masks to cover their true selves Some uses masks to hide what’s underneath Almost everyone uses masks over their faces You can tell that people are wearing masks by looking into their eyes Their eyes are glazed over in broken spirit Their eyes are dulled from the pain Their eyes don’t hold any spark of what they had before Their eyes is like eye of a corpse You can tell that people are wearing masks By being their friends When you watch them its like watching a robot When they smile it doesn’t reach their eyes When they laugh its like a mocking cackle Their movements are cautious and lithe Their body language responds to every sound, and touch Whatever they do, it matches the mask they have on The main masks for people to use are: Happiness, because they don’t have it Alertness, because they don’t want to endure what they’ve been through again Shyness, because they fear others The most common mask is: Blank, nothing, no emotions what-so

I feel like I am not anyone's first choice. Neither their favourite. Even if people tell me I'm important to them or I mean a lot to them, I know there is always someone they prefer to be with. Someone they chose over me. And that's hurt... a lot.

Lynx today showed me a video of IIMA which showcases the infrastructure and facilities and life and social culture of IIMA. Its truly a wonderful video and the Alumni folks who prepared it did true justice to it. Kudos to them to for taking time out of their busy schedules to think and present something of this sort. They actually make time for it by bunking some lectures and dedicated night outs for it. Congratulations to the entire team for a job well done and a truly deserved one. (I will link the video here when I have it handy). But then, this is my blog and not a single perspective till now. Going off the topic here, but I will surely agree with Samar that he ignited fires of perspective and philosophy in our hearts and today we are really getting good at it. Sorry if that makes you feel a little insecure and I would always be thankful and grateful for this precious gift among so many others. OK, back to perspective. After seeing the video, a simple straight question came to my

Happy birthday, my friend I hope you have a happy one One filled with love and happiness But I know that you are missing someone Someone special to you Someone who you wish is there with you now So I give you a gift A simple one, really But I know that a gift you'd really enjoy Is to be with your special someone But this will have to do for now This mere piece of poetry But if you think about it Contemplate it deeply Think it through Looking into your mind Around every corner You'd see it The many gifts you receive Each so valuable and precious Tenderly given to you As if taking your hand And placing their heart Into your palm Indeed, that is what it is Their hearts to you From far away they give They give their emotions Their feelings And their minds They think so fondly of you And they hold your feelings Like a treasured jewel And what they give... Love, care, affection ...is more precious than what I can give

Deep in thought, Not really there. I wonder why people don't care. Wondering why they just stop and stare. Sometimes I think it isn't fair. They Look at me like some kind of freak, Every time I go to speak. They love to chat, they love to glisten, but when it comes to me they just don't listen. like I"m a ghost, like I'm the wind, They ignore me like I was sinned. ~ sweetydusty

This poem here has a lot of resemblance in my life and I feel the poetess went through exactly the same, as I just went recently. Signing off with the friend with it. I guess I too should move on. What ever happened to the good old days When we used to be the best of friends? We would have fun and hang out. But it’s true what they say, All good things must come to an end. I was always there for you, And you were always there for me. We shared secrets and told each other everything. But now all that is left are the memories. I don’t understand why we lost contact, I don’t understand why it’s been over a year since we hung out. Don’t make the excuse we’re always too busy And that our schedules don’t work out. I feel left out! I feel like my best friend died. Was it really because of busy schedules or was it over a guy? I know people change and drift apart, But if something is important enough a person will do anything to work it out. So apparently you’ve moved

Shackles, I feel shackled by laws, rules, fear. These shackles restrain my actions, I am told its for the best, they prevent me from doing wrong, and keep me from wandering astray. Shackles protect me from danger, as I am not the only one chained, others are bound by shackles, their reach to me constricted. I dare not break these shackles as some bound are vicious beast, however others are gentle creatures, who's kindness the shackles hide. Their kindness I cannot see, they are locked away by shackles, and I realize, so am I. Chained by these shackles for ages I grow weak, locked away in this cellar I become naive, I cannot face beast that have broken, and I shun the kindness from the others. I feel uncomfortable with these shackles, I realize they are so tight they hurt, the chains spiral around, entrapping me. With these shackles I am stuck, drowning in an ocean of cowardice, I suffocate from fear, I feel I can't do anything, I decide, no more, no more shackles, I wish to br

Disclaimer: When you are reading this keep you mind open and think from the perspective presented. Your perspective is not wrong, but just agree to disagree because mine too is not wrong. Its lynx's bday and god knows how much I looked forward to it. Nothing better celebrating your sister's first night cake cutting ceremony and that's why its more special. And due to some unexpected scenarios it all got delayed. Everyone were disappointed, but nothing matched to my disappointment levels. And I am a big time jackass to take things in a bit too harsh way. Its either this way or that way. Binary is my most favourite language. But its good for computers, not practical life. So when Sam once said to me I being too straight at times is a blessing in disguise, I knew exactly what she meant. And when I feel disappointed, rather than being manipulative and presenting a better and middle path, I kind of blurt out. And mostly it happens I say things which make things worse. And t

It's Holi today and yes, of course, Happy Holi to everyone. But for me, I don't like this festival. I just hate it anything. Agreed its color of festivals and you need to forget the differences between people. Just like colors when brought together makes a great artwork. But the colors need to be in appropriate proportions. And an artist when creating masterpiece, balances them well and in a discipline. I am sorry, but the meanings of the true Holi have lost their significance, entirely. Yes entirely . Today, its all about, how to behave in the most weirdest and craziest way possible. The more, the better. Try to color someone with such a color, that it lasts longer than anything...eternity. Or it's an opportunity to color a girl whom guys look through the backgrounds. Is it an occasion of meaning or just an opportunity to have a crack at a girl; a day when somebody thinks why did he played holi and with what color he played; or a day of another holiday. And so I don&#