The Coffee Song

On lonesome mornings after sleepless nights,
You're missing someone you love,
Thinking about all those fights,
When you never held out the dove.

Serve yourself that brown-lil mug,

Of freshly brewed bean,

The aromatic steams will hug,

Yeah..you're adult or a teen.

Lazy long afternoons, you want to make that call,

When you're off for a meeting, until night,

You're always there in the meeting hall,

Always end up doing wrong, when you wannabe right!

Serve yourself that brown-lil mug,

Of freshly brewed bean,

The aromatic steams will hug,

Yeah..you're adult or a teen.

Uninteresting lectures and boring bards,

Trying to teach you physics in school,

Why don't they ever think of art?

Why...oh why..is the system so uncool?

Serve yourself that beautiful mug,

Of freshly brewed bean,

The aromatic steams will hug,

Yeah..you're adult or a teen.

Happiness you will get with time,

Company or purpose,

Singing along with me this rhyme,

You will never call this life a curse.

So,serve yourself that beautiful mug,

Of freshly brewed bean,

The aromatic steams will hug,

Yeah..you're adult or a teen.

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Training

The training must go on,

One difficult situation after the other,

From each heaven is a hell born,

All this on earth, makes me shudder.

The joy is in a string of special moments,

Sorrow, an unending maze,

Just when life seems to have low rents,

Starts the sub prime crisis phase.

The eyes go so moist most of the time,

Trickling tears on the cheeks quick,

Receiving punishment for a noble crime,

Haven Happiness shatters brick by brick.

And then some time passes by,

For us to only see the dawn,
The distant rays, a relieved sigh,

Finding a teary-eyed overwhelming morn.

Thinking of what happened and why,

Suddenly not wanting to lose the moment,
Forgetting the sorrow, looking at the sky,
Orange-red fruit for bearing the training torment.

Kahaan ho?

Sometimes life puts you into such situations, that boredom is inevitable. Moments, evenings, days and even weeks pass by. But there is nothing to do, other than what you are supposed to do. There is nothing new, nothing exciting and nothing which makes you want to live. You just live because you are alive.
I am going through one such blank, empty spaced phase of my life. This is because I have the 'yellow fever' i.e. Jaundice. By the way, I do not have Yellow Fever. Yellow Fever is something completely different. I have Jaundice. I am just calling it 'yellow fever' because my eyes, nose, face, hands and legs are yellow and I have fever.

My mind nowadays is super idle, so I am filling it up with sitcoms, books, movies etc. Also, a lot of thoughts gush in. Thoughts about graduation, about friends who I miss so much, about all the food I cannot have, about friends who meet me often nowadays, about past relationships and finally, the category on which we all get stuck, "Myself".

I am sure most of you will agree with me that we, in highly contemplative moods, don't really know what to do with ourselves. We do not even know if there is anything to say or do. We are just stuck, waiting for life to move on.

I too, am waiting for life to move ahead. It seems to have come to a standstill. It's like I am trying to push an aeroplane, hoping for it to move so fast that a take off would be possible. When days are to be spent without doing anything, it's killing. Sometimes I just lay on the bed looking at the clock. A second seems the longest in such situations. Thankfully, I am recovering quickly now and I can divert my attention to making productive efforts just like this one.

As I write to you, I figure the logic of God/Nature/Universe, whatever you want to call it. We all go places in the journey of our lives. And what I mean by that, is that we fly to places. Currently I have reached my next destination, but it's just that I don't have landing space which is why I will have to wait for the signal from the the air traffic control officer.  So where are you? Flying to your destination, just landed or taking off?