Just Dance

Dance dance... Dance in the rain... That shall make you forget the pain... Dance till you last... Forgetting sins of the past... You make those moves... Which will tighten all the life screws... Forget and dance Forgive and dance... Dance so that there is no blemish of pain Nothing too lose and only to gain... No past no future... Just memoirs that make unicorns out of mortals Just dance !

I Wish we could get real

I remember simmering aroma of coffee use to fills my room,
The pleasant morning breeze use to sooth my soul,
My deep dive in morning daily Flipping the crisp pages of city,
Wondering what's gone wrong to our planet, But Now,
I just scroll, up and down,
Exploits of the midnight town,
Endless selfies and fake smiles,
Tweets retweets and those unlikely likes, Strolling scrolling and trolling celbs,
Filter less photos with hashtags, Virtual wishes and sad emoticons for mishaps, My life encapsulated in a 5 inch box, Emotions, joy outrage all exhibited with touch on my pad, I wish those days were conversations were real, No buzz, pings, and no share no dare, I wish things could be more real, The real big fear I have of a battery drain, Cutting of trees, dieing of whales is that pain ? I wish I could get more real, Flip flip I get a notification on my cart, 50% off the End of Season Sale, I pick myself and click few links, Wallah I have again bunch of things that I really don't need !, I wish to break free,i wish to break free, Ohh gosh do I miss the nineties, The excitement of scrambling to a movie hall, Now it's just fingertips booking the show at just one go, I miss those days when I picked up the receiver took efforts to dial a stranger, Now I just have a button to tap, Though convinent this is a lazy trap, I wish to get real I wish to get real

Unfinished Business

There he was reborn, ruthless, sharpe, Street smart ,opportunist, practical and a smart cookie baked in fire of bad experiences.
It were the bitter experience and slaps he had received from life made him what he was.

Ohh yes he was nice caring humble a bit timid and God fearing, but circumstances only had played a magic trick to transform him.

But there are no free lunches the bad experiences gave him valuable lessons and carved him into an indispensable force at a cost of eyes that had sank deep ,hair which once was lustrous black now had shades of grey spayed like depiction of aftermaths of rain by an ameture artist on canvas.

He stood tall but, circumstances had taken a toll on him,but what had not changed is the smile,he  could illuminated horizons and beyond with it.

I was about to meet  after half a decade and was  excited and nervous both, excited to meet old friend nervous because of his meteorical rise a professional.

He is now  anything but fun, but I have butterflies playing pogo in my tummy knowing the fact I shall be meeting the Mr. Mehta, Founder CEO of one of the fastest growing unicorn!