Confession

I love it when that distant noise is your voice,
I love it when those sound decibels resonate to your giggle.
I love the same old air when filled with your presence,
I love that boring silence whenever you are just beside.
I love that breeze that carries your scent,
I love that sand that engraved your footprints.

I love it when you peep into my place just to find me there,
I love it when you worry knowing am not there.
I love it when you secretly grab a bite from my plate,
I love it when you envy someone because you hate to see me with them.
I love it when you try to convert that stare into frown,
I love it when you try to hide your love from me and still get caught.

I love it, even when it is a silly and stupid thing about you,
But I hate it to confess them all in front of you!

Productivity

A long time ago I have read something so fascinating that I recollect quite often till date.
That was back in 1920’s when an experiment was conducted by a behavioural scientist to increase the productivity of industrial workers.

Among many revelations that came as an outcome of the experiment, something really interested me.
As a part of this experiment, all the workers were asked to voice the problems they faced at work. They were assured that the management would not know anything of this discussion.

Most of them shared the difficulties they faced at work which could be addressed to help them contribute better. Some of them spoke extensively about hindrances they faced at work.
A few months later, it was time for findings.

“The workers felt so relieved to have someone to listen to them. Though most of the problems were not addressed, the productivity increased significantly”
This particular finding engaged me for a while.
True that it is not just about work and productivity as in the experiment. This valuable finding holds good in most of the cases.

Sometimes, we all need to be heard. Though it is not going to solve the problem, we need someone to listen to our problems. And at times, that solves it all.

So, listen. Listen to someone who wants to be heard.
You might not have a solution to their problem but your time could do magic for them.

The Trap

Sometimes I get stuck in a web of thoughts,
Trying to force myself out.
The harder I try, the difficult I find to escape the trap.

I try breaking and shattering the web.
And I mess it up much more.
I then calm down and allow some time to relax,
And then try again to untangle myself.
Yet, I feel arrested and locked up.

Being depressed, confused and clueless,
I start penning down all that’s weighing me down.
I am a writer,
And this is where I sometimes need to be.
Suddenly I feel the web transforming itself into a paradise.

You are not where you are, for no reason.
You do not meet people for no reason.
Be patient and give things, time.
And change the way you look at them.
Life is beautiful.
Allow yourself to feel it.
You are not born to live in misery and pain.

Love

I crave that endless love. 
The limitless one, the honest one.
One that’s never exhausted, 
One that’s never drained.

Why not?
The ocean can never have enough water.
It always craves for rain.

Solitude

Sometimes, I need myself more than anyone else.
To hear deep into, to yell at, so loud.

To scrape into, to dig into.
To revisit myself, to reinvent myself.
To answer myself, to confront myself.
I want to discover in me, those lonely pockets of calmness,
Those scary unattended apprehensions,
Those insecure heaps of questions,
And those exasperating confusions.

I sometimes badly need myself.
For otherwise, I’d feel choked and I’d feel like dying.
And at those times, only a huge dose of solitude can save me.

A Compliment

We are all those famished creatures with a hunger for appreciation, compliments, rewards, and accolades.
Sometimes, we are so starved that we feel tired and restless.
We seem so malnourished and deprived of energy, in spite of our routine intake.
We feel drained, we feel depressed.

Ever wondered what a genuine compliment or a heartfelt gratitude could do to a person?
It could, sometimes, transform the way they look at life.
It could, sometimes, give them a ray of hope when they have decided to give up.
A simple positive gesture could do a lot beyond one’s imagination.

So, compliment if you feel like, and appreciate if one deserves it.
Never underestimate the power of positive energy.
It’s like a boomerang that would come back to you.

Testing Time

I put in all my sincere efforts every single time.
I try to pick up all those broken fragments of myself and mend them all into a whole again.
I try to stitch the rugged parts of my soul and weave it to completion again.
I try to heal the withered wings of my dreams so that they can fly again.

Every single time,
I gather all my might to build myself again, one more time!

Every new situation is being a challenge.
Every new encounter is being a riddle.

All that keeps me going in spite of the odds is my heart’s content filled with satisfaction of truthful efforts and the strength of rectitude.