When you dislike someone

It's a funny emotion
this feeling of hate
like when you dislike someone
too much that you disregard
that the person is human
or even more - a girl.
The stereotypical mindset
plays action.
Tries to judge
character and nerves.
Mind judges IQ
and gets disappointed.
Heart checks EQ
Shruds with the dark sight.
But why hate, I wonder.
Coz, I am not bad enough?
Or I am not smart enough.
She uses fools to make her ends meet.
Manipulates some. Dominates some.
Makes use of her mind.
If I can't be like her
isn't it my weakness.
Probably I have
the same self inside.
How else would I have
understood her design then.
But like that
I also understand
so many other things
Light from dark
Liquid from solid.
Isn't it the work of my senses
and later the rationale.
But wasn't it my belief
that there is nothing
like right and wrong?
That it is all an illusion.
It is all about perception.
Can it be
because I have good intentions.
And they are not understood.
Maybe.
But why am I bothered
about her then?
Shouldn't I be only limited
to making maximum efforts
to get my good intentions
conveyed.
Fie! Do I even care?
He is a fool.
Trusting wrong people.
Getting the platform doomed.
But how can I say that?
I don't know them personally.
Isn't my judgement
out too soon.
Guess it is more about instincts.
How I observe
each sunrise
every moon.
The biased part comes out
pretty loud.
So do the senseless
irritating
breaths and her bosom's swoon.
Aaah! She disgusts me
for it is not work but
her ugly craft
that is her boon.
Imagine she managed
to affect me so much
that she became a character
in my mental bloom.
Guess things will be out
at their own time.
When either she will
simply leave
leaving the stage in doom
or maybe she gonna keep dancing
with all her masks upon her face
till one day the stage will
break open
and she gonna eat it all
from gigantic teeth
and dumb mouth.

The spirit was free

She was a vegetable once
until she shrilled an outcry
there the world smiled
the fair and lovely
new born child
She was taught to talk and walk
loved so much
scolded in some runs.
Sensitive and sensible 
she grew pretty well
but the spirit was free
it was a different gel.
She was shown the shiny moon
when she was aged 2
at 20 she wanted
to taste nature's bloom
her dreams were of flight
she loved elemental boom
with wind and rain
she conversed
with thunder 
she felt delight.
Her mother knew
she won't be able to hold her long
for despite of her love
her freedom was further strong.
And one day she out-stepped
the fairy fort
the fate so secured.
For she belonged to the gypsies
those different from the crowd.
An artist, a free soul
a mysterious spirit was she.
Through forests, mountains and rivers
glided she so free.
But she missed her home. 
Missed those that gave her entity.
But she loved her freedom.
This being wild in immensity.
She was made of extremes 
and she knew it.
She couldn't be kept inside.
She drooled on it.
Time and again
when the world was rude
she thought of all the love
that her mother always outpored
time and again
when the things were so fine
she missed to laugh
along her family 
dancing in golden rhyme.
But she had her own journey.
Road on which
only she was supposed to be.
For even if she missed her home.
Somehow it is in journey
she found her vision of Om.
She often wondered
why was she doing it 
why the world ruing it.
At times she felt happy
wherever she went
at times she felt everywhere
something is missing
From point A 
point B seemed better.
At point C
Point D seemed bitter.
Life seemed like 
a pendulum at times.
At times a group of crossways
many options - every time.
At times even decisions 
seemed burdensome.
At times to take her own decision
was itself a struggle.
But her freedom ensured one thing,.
The free spirit 
never did things unlike her wish.
For she followed her heart
in every turning.
She focused on her concise
in every spring.
So she had no regrets.
every decision had been her own.
Every repercussion was 
from her own stem.
Except sometimes
she felt sad.
for the things that she lost
for the things she must had had.
But her freedom was intact
even if her wings
now seemed black
But she was still waiting 
for her giant flight
only she wished
she could have taken 
her people alongside.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

To be free

While I trek through these unknown ways, in sunny rays, hilly ways; I wonder about the crouching heat, the people in need. Some reactions uncalled, some fractions on fall. I walk and walk, helping one and all. I wonder and I wonder again. The immense beauty, the hilly game. The entire night spent in moonlight. The bright and happy morning sunlight. And the time keeps changing - in cycles - enraging. 

I travel through boundaries. So far from some, so near to many themes. I drink the wisdom from rivers through centuries. I stare in the water I flow through it's immensity. And at times it feels I go forever - like that river shivering beneath. 

I sit in a boat the round one - on float. We go round and round like a mountain goat. Far to the islands far off to that land. Across the river. so near those mountains, We treble in moss, We walk by moss.

And there I sit along with beautiful souls, the spirit of forest in eyes on shore. I glide inside the natural jacuzzi in the heart of snowy water bubbling and streaming with joy so pure.

There I reach a vast lonely island. In the sky twinkle numerous stars. upon those waves shimmer star fishes. It seems magical - this moment alone. I feel so aligned to the cosmos to the core. I feel like singing to the wind, to the shore.

It's a happy feeling. This singing my heart out. It's so joyful - this raging to the tunes of divine. And here I reach so near to my family. In the lap of my mother. Being caressed by her smile so sweet. She caresses me gently. With her palm beneath. With watery eyes she praises me to be free. She knows me inside. She loves my inner zeal. In each dream or reality of my life, she is always there with me. 

And there in her lap I find peace. i find peace. She hugs me another time. And makes me have a long deep sleep. I wake up again in yet another dream. Some figment from past maybe. O r who knows a new river - street.  

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Disoriented

It's a disoriented feeling
Like I don't know what I want
I feel affirmative at times
that at least the direction is right
while I wonder
about those burdens that are there
but I can't see
I feel so free at times
and yet those stares
they question my peace
my inner rhymes
I wonder
what's the right way
How to make the difference
of one way from another sway
everything pulls me
everything kills 
at the end of the day
how I try to keep to myself
all my emotions
all my rays
and yet I am human
and I need humans
So I choose a particular way
without expectations
with a single say
to walk together a common journey
as far as we can share the same way
and thus I meet
a spectrum of spirits
so many colors
so many shades
some embrace my entity 
with all their glory
some try to utilize
me in their games 
and yet I keep moving
in an unknown direction
in an abstract way
and it feels so pointless at times
it feels so weird some days
when my old ways call me selfish
and my roots cry cursing my fate
and amidst it all
I feel caught
a cosmic spirit
looking for her way
all I want is so much at times
that it can't be seen in a material way

Written by - mystical Wanderer

Need to replace

Imagine a time

where even to express

you need a sham

a metaphor

a set of words

to replace

what you have inside

and that is how

life works

replacements

and replacements

I think 

The biggest fear

the prior most concern

you can't speak

what you feel

or if you do

well

beware

the repercussions are grave

some sit on your head

some kick you out

some try to convince

till the point

you loose your mind

and that is how

it keeps going

replacements 

per replacements

that is why we keep craving

replacements

per replacements

you don't like something

replace it

You should not like something 

replace it

it is as easy as

an object of plastic

Probably Life indeed

has become Chinese

or if not that

then definitely

a replacement trick.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

 

The new profile

This is a new experience for me - this going to different companies, pitching for my company. Each time I go for a new meeting, I always get curious - both about the new client plus our own doings at rest. For I am new you see, for me , both sides are new parties. And after listening to those two sides, I feel I can take out a similarity. There the mind functions to build a platform, to align two goal sets and make it a larger brand. But amidst it all - I often wonder - It can't be just communication or Business knowledge. Why it requires so much of me.
Understanding a client's psychology, getting into their shoes - understanding their ideology, thinking from their side and coming up with a strategy. It feels like you are entering a video game at an unknown level. There you have to be quick with your plans and strategies - as if it's a war and you are managing an entire force.
You have to quickly estimate the client's requirement size. You have to analyse what best you can offer from your side. And innovation is a must for every client .For now it's a world of uniqueness, a world where every entity is a brand - a unique ride. There bubbling with so many ideas, you may feel all happy for finally a platform/ a fertile womb for your potent Embryo. Well, there is difference between said and done I tell you. So they may judge you upon your uniqueness, but expectation level never rises from traditional.
Now comes the most curious time. For the norm goes in a contradictory ride. Revolutionary ideas you may provide. But the client's experimental realm is also hand tied. So the established brands have narrowed their own dimensions. They have an image to carry - to try out random exceptions. Start ups though are free that way. Yet for them risk factor comes on it's way.
What I feel is that these are not necessarily barricades. It's like you have a small house and you can't buy another house or increase it's walls or change it's location all together., Yet with whatever the resources you have, you can still redo it's interior and give it a new aura - so unique that it's small size becomes it's selling point.
So I guess that's about it. In past 10 days of this new profile, that is what I have realised. Apart from some of the most amazing corporate experiences of my life.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera

Entangled yet free

Uncalled hollowness amidst

glittering, sprinkling, dim lit life

I try to find myself

I just see a tiny light

shining in the upper centre of a white wall

illuminating images of rise and fall

and yet all I see

is a plain blank expression

 of possible regrets 

and imposed collaboration

of dignity and integrity

of possibility of anarchy

of constant escape from

a circle

into another circle.

I wonder at every cross-way

is this really the right way

and I consult every passer by

for the first time

or at least those who matter 

they know 

what's going in my mind

and I am flowing with the flow

only more concious

still this foggy smile

still this misty strife.

Celebration indeed

for I am at a step ahead

Is it the right direction

oh this but is

supposed to be met

blind cheers again

to disillusioned games

nets of political strings

or those cunning lovely rings.

I float

to the blues of the sea

far off from my soul

far away from my entity

and I miss you nature

the river the ether

or maybe now

you are too imbibed 

inside and around me

only now 

that I can't see

for now I am inside that sea

dark and suffocating

entangled yet free.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer