A Season of Distorted Faith

There’s a lot he wants to say
A lot he’d like to express.
An ocean of emotions that he’d like to ventilate.
No reason for nostalgia or for grimace.
So much he wants to divulge,
Words refuse to befriend.
Silence is his ally,
Though words aren’t his foe.

It is sometimes an outfit for absorption,
An at times for retrospection.
He knows that silence is golden
But is warring to find out if speech is platinum,
In these days of youth he feels like the decaying uranium.

He once spoke of far and near;
Before speaking never did he fear.
He’s not turned timid now,
But words aren’t to him dear.
He desiderates to be with friends
But refuses to let them come near,
He neither knows why the fear.

As the treacherous side of life shows its face
All he whims of is to proceed with grace.
His goal is clear but the path a mystery,
The soul in him wants to make history.

Slow but long lasting he wishes to be,
His world at every stage demands a fee.
He knows there are no free lunches,
But doesn’t know the right price
For his golden bowl of plain rice.
Whacking different ways to satisfy his famishment,
He wishes to seal for something
Which he can hang on to for longer.

Good Night Night

The folowing are a series of SMSs my best friends got subjected to in the middle of a hot night on 14th March '06 just because I slept through the evening. They rhymed n started lookin like a poem so I thought i'd post em here. My sincere apologies to the two affected and thankyou for bearing with me.

"At first I couldn’t keep my eyes open
N now I’m just not getting seep.
This is a long long night
The pain in my head is now not even slight’
No one knows my plight.
Good night night.

The stars are shining bright,
To look at em’ is a delight;
But I’m here having a sleepless night,
Wake up in the morning I not might
No one knows my plight.
Good night night.

When the sun rises I’ll be sleeping tight
Thankfully I haven’t got a mosquito bite,
The season has gone of the kite
No one knows my plight.
Good night night.

The bus to college’l be out of sight
Reach late I might,
I’ve put on weight and my pants are tight.
No one knows my plight.
Good night night.

Both you guys are asleep right?
Yo’l will rise when the sun shines bright
I will then be a weary sight.
No one knows my plight.
Good night night."

Woh Massal

She sat in the library,
On the table opposite his.
When he first saw her,
She was wearing a beautiful smile.

He sat there through the day,
Scribbling block diagrams
She too was into her own anagrams.
A few moments he got of bliss,
When he looked up to fetch his calci
N caught a glimpse.

She sat there, chirpy as ever,
D smile on her face gave him love fever.
With exams round the corner,
He got back to his book,
But at her, every few minutes he had to look.

He knew she was senior to him,
But cmon, a year isn’t a lot,
Her face, he just couldn’t forget.
By now she had noticed him,
His friend besides him said
“She’s been doing it quite frequently”.
His joy knew no bounds,
He was 10 meters off the ground!

And then came the moment of truth,
While he was studying the array of Routh.
As he was admiring his chocolate excess,
Their eyes met,
And he gave her his dimpled smile;
To his surprise, she smiled back!

In her eyes was an ocean,
The deepest one he had ever seen,
N as unbelievably as ants eating rats,
He hasn’t yet even bothered,
To notice her vital stats.

P.S: Who Massal >>English>> The Crush

© Karan Tolia 2006

Nothing Is As it Seems

If you see, there’s a big crowd out there,
If you think, each soul in the crowd stands alone.
If you see, this big city has the population as much as
Of an entire continent in the southern hemisphere;
If you think, there exist souls who are all alone.
The day begins with the cup of masala chai and ends with probably a peg or two,
All in the company of just I, me & myself.
If you see, people here have different species of friends
School friends college friends office friends n even train friends
If you think, one walks home alone after a hard day at work.
The day could’ve been great or the day couldn’t have gotten worse
No one to share the feeling with but one’s solitude.
If you see, one is very popular and can always get his way,
If you think, all equations are fragile as toys of glass.
There is no scale to measure the magnitude of the altitude of one’s solitude.

©Karan Tolia 2006

Transducer

A transducer, converts one form of energy to another,
Electrical to mechanical,
Mechanical to light,
Light to sound,
The energy gets passed around.

The joy of giving
Is greater than the joy of gain;
If only there was a transducer that could harness the energy of pain.
This transducer would surely have the highest gain*,
Not a single unit would go in vain.

For in the journey of pain,
There is no soul on earth,
Without a berth.
The energy crisis forever will be solved,
There won’t be an issue lift unresolved.
The most unwanted equity,
Will then be the most traded commodity.

As I pen this in leisure,
A thought comes across:
Such a device would actually
Convert pain to pleasure;
So what if it’s only material,
It yet is real.
Unlike the smile on your face,
When you’re in disdain.

*Gain – output per unit input. A high gain is a desirable property for an electronic device.

©Karan Tolia 2006

void main( )

The news on the tabloid
Make you feel paranoid
You think there are rules
By which you must abide
To find a place for yourself to coincide
There remains a void
That you cannot avoid.

Smooth or bumpy might be the ride
Pictures of friends, you have on Polaroid
But there may not be someone who can be your guide
Your heart searches for someone
In whom you can confide
Who you can always count on to be by your side
There remains a void
That you cannot avoid.

Think of the time when to yourself you lied
As you search in the circle of life
For a centroid
Since from yourself you cannot run nor hide
Everyday when you step into life
The spectrum before you is surely very wide
Still there remains a void
That you cannot avoid.

©Karan Tolia 2006

A Few Stray Thoughts

There are many things that go to make a complete man, what you wear is just one of them. There are two types of people in this world, one who take the well defined path for their lives, n ones who take the road less traveled. N that’s what makes all the difference. It’s the unexplored territory that makes gr8 people, not the ones which have been conquered before. As we walk through life, we always have a choice. There’s no right or wrong, there’s only truth n power. That’s where you got to make a choice. The choice between strength n weaknesses, between love n hatred, between friends n foes, between good n bad, between honesty n greed, between passion n lust, between life n death. It’s all about the choices we make. We got to know the difference between what we want n what we need. Very often it’s the wants we consider as needs n make our lives a mess. The best of the things come to you when you least expect them. As a popular advertisement jingle says “Moh maya ke jaal mein nahi phasna, the best things in life are kaafi sastaa”
Difficulties in your life do not come to destroy you, but to help you realize your hidden potential. Let the difficulties know that you’re difficult to beat.

©Karan Tolia 2006