When your life is miserable,
Temporary is the condition.
When the expected change does not happen,
It may take a while, but don’t get disheartened.
All may be on the other side,
Be proud to stand all alone.
You may be left behind for a reason,
Make use of such situation to prove your power.
It’s you who can determine your strength,
For no one has the right to judge you.
Study your enemies’ motive,
So, their next move will not be a surprise.
Surprise them with your power to stand strong,
As they may expect you to quit.
If you don’t quit, you prove yourself,
That you are a one-man army.
Saw him pop a pill to calm his nerves,
As I threw some questions, nothing out of the box,
He turned red and seemed visibly shaken,
Felt him nervous as his tasks were incomplete.
He took another pill which alarmed me,
A warning signal that he was unstable,
His movements were strange,
The fear that surrounded him was strong.
As a human, I had to pacify him,
For he may not do well but is a normal human,
Struggling for an identity that may be difficult,
As too many compete with him.
God knows how many are in the game,
But not every one is smart to win,
The winner is always the best,
A strong willed fighter of course.
Stay away from the sick mind,
That manipulates and tries to stop, scare and destroy you,
As the evil, incompetency spreads like a moss;
Or like a parasite that invades and feeds on you.
Stay close but be far to mask your anger,
For it will drive you nuts,
Let them not know your move,
As they wait to play games with you.
Anxiety is their problem as you have nothing to do,
Wait and watch them fall, as no one escapes karma,
Pathetic is their effort to win you,
As they fail again and again,
Just to see you stand so tall. Kavitha Patchamalai
Cool is the ride on the road at night,
As it is calm and with no big fuss;
So are we who remain silent,
As the wheels take us on a silent ride.
Soft music penetrates and soothes the mind,
That has lots of deep never-ending thoughts,
Silent night ride on the road is therapeutic,
For it puts our mind to deep sleep.
Lights flash throughout the night,
As the other vehicles become our travel partners,
Chasing one another just for fun,
For we stay awake to see the race. Kavitha Patchamalai
If one is out and else together,
No big smiles but a gloomy look,
As that one too comes in,
Lights burn till midnight.
Mother will be busy in the kitchen,
Where others chill out in front of the television,
As the dog joins us on the sofa,
Wagging its tail for the joke we crack.
We plan for a trip as the clock never stops,
We do execute the plan but not always,
As each chose a different destination,
End up on the sofa giggling all day long. Kavitha Patchamalai
As we get, set go on a road trip,
Our spirits soar high undoubtedly,
Far from the stressful reality,
To explore the unknown new routes.
Lengthy roads often lead to new destination,
Different flavors of food, a treat,
Flashes in my mind to go back again,
Mysterious are some endless routes.
Time ticks away like a sudden rainbow,
On the black road, lies the colorful memories,
Like a canvas splashed with different colors,
That gets imprinted in mind forever.
Refreshes the system that begs for change,
Out I go, feel it in my veins and min,
Stress buster is the road trip,
With the luscious nature throughout the trip. Kavitha Patchamalai
Got to do it immediately, but let that not be later,
For if the moment passes, would be too late;
Chances are slim and may never happen,
Immediate action is a smart move.
Then and there, is the right time,
For I don’t see any plan that works,
Will be lame and outdated,
As it gives you no solution.
Day in and day out, I see sloths,
That move in a pace too slow,
As one would die watching it,
Better don’t do if you don’t love.
It will be a clumsy one,
That deserves a place in the trash,
As smart work is what expected;
Hard work lost its color long back. Kavitha Patchamalai
Let not the burning fire smoulder,
And make you a prisoner to the comfort zone;
Monotonous will be the outcome,
That may hinder chasing the fire.
It is grave and silent with all lousy,
Zombies that come and go,
With no fire but smoke,
That suffocates me.
See great ones with passion,
As it keeps me going on and on,
Else its claustrophobic and pathetic,
As I search for the one with fire.
Thus I wonder their purpose,
For I see them void and blind,
With a ladder that is broken,
And can never be fixed. Kavitha Patchamalai
Feel so fresh and born again,
As I came out of my cocoon;
My dormant period, a learning phase,
Helped me scheming and dreaming.
As I spread my wings to fly,
Saw a beautiful flower filled with nectar,
Did I know that I would find you?
For you are so sweet and pure.
I saw some just like me,
But in assorted colors, searching for flowers,
Amazed at their patterns, not so similar,
That would distract any one on earth.
I kept flying from one flower to the other,
As each one had a unique fragrance,
To quench my thirst, had to move fast,
For the others may take their chance.
Never knew my strength and beauty,
Till I flew high and had a glimpse on a glass window,
Saw a pair of eyes with bliss and joy,
As I flew away , they continued to watch. Kavitha Patchamalai
Until the desire becomes a regret,
It’s a dream that needs a push.
Push with all your strength,
But do not wait for the right time.
Some dream and never step up,
And live with the burning desire helpless.
Expect no one to kindle your dream,
For it’s you who must make a big leap.
Wait for none to climb the ladder,
For you must take it one by one.
One may go up and one may not,
Yet there’s nothing wrong to try.
It’s doesn’t matter if you reach the top,
But it does if you don’t climb.
As you grow old, may have regrets,
That you should have chased your dream. Kavitha Patchamalai