The beauty in humility

If there is one thing that can completely take me in, its humility. 

 

There is something so charming about being humble, about acknowledging that there is a world outside of us, that there are people exceedingly better than us, that everyone has conquered some frontiers - which may not always be external. Maybe the very fact that it has become so rare to find truly humble people is what makes them stand out. Senseless stupid sentences, loud nonstop conversations, boastful sounds from people who are so full of themselves has become such a disgustingly common place thing to me these days. I thought college was bad with stupid immature people unable to accept that there can be anything outside of themselves, better than themselves. Turns out the "corporate" world is worse.

I struggle to find people who can manage to keep their big mouths shut unless they can contribute something useful or pleasurable to everyone who can hear them. I struggle to find people who have discovered the magic of modesty - the haven from where all virtues shoot. Most times, I honestly struggle to understand exactly what a person really wants to say even after he has spoken for almost 2 hours.

The respect I might have once had comes crashing down the minute the person gets vocal about senseless things. If somebody has done something good, the world will figure it out sooner or later. Maybe we can do them a favor and give them a chance to discover it themselves. I have tired myself out asking what drives a person, (who can otherwise be exceedingly excellent) to such idiocy.. I have tried answers like " the proverbial rat race ", "plain insecurity", "serious mental disorders". How most people can be so blind and live in denial about some of the the most fundamental truths will always be a big question in my head.

Gargi

Over confident mind.

What are you so proud about?
What are you showing off?
The castle that you think you own?
with those beautiful pillars on lands unknown..
Or the tomorrow you think you have sealed?
manipulating a million minds, thinking you have it all..

Can you hear the laughter..
directed at the wisdom you are denied
look, the waves are approaching your castle
which is nothing but a mirage on sand
waiting to take away your vain glories, your illusions of wealth
did you say your castle was strong
look closely, the wind is on the other side

Listen there is that laughter again
directed at your assumed arrogance
you think you are an unwritten law, a know it all?
look, the page you were on has just been ripped off
the tomorrow you have conceived is already a yesterday
with the same mistakes and fallen pride just like all yesterdays


what a weird poem, :)
Gargi

Voice of whispering colors

His voice was a shade of light, lazy lavender.. the shade I absolutely long and relish .. the rhythm in the sound sometimes reminded me of softly falling snow flakes on an already snow lush mountain. When he spoke of his ambitions, the warm lavender turned alert taking a deeper, vibrant shade.. The intensity of his words took me to a crystal clear flowing river where an artist had forgotten his lavender smeared paint brush which now lent its brilliant color to the water..

Love turned his voice darker still pushing it into the purple'ish' realm.. Sometimes his naughtiness seemed to mix crazy, ticklish, endearing pink to the already passionate purple. Wherever he went, he seemed to leave a soaring dark shade of satin red behind.. the kind of red that makes people fear when they are guilt ridden and fills them with hope, energy and confidence when they are innocent enough to understand reds.. You could neither love him nor ignore him.. He induced confusion just like how green can sometimes confuse me.. Is it a green filled with envy or is it the innocent green which fills the leaves..

It always managed to break something inside me when his words turned to whispering blue.. But blues didn't last long with him.. he was immune to blue.. I can never describe him in black or white. He has always been an enigma with a tinge of grey that perhaps hides the blinding brilliant gold inside.

Exhibition of love

Can we have an exhibition
of fairy tails?
of the dwarfs telling us their tales?
Can we have an exhibition
of forgotten nights?
reminding us of our dearest dreams
Can we have an exhibition
of stolen kisses?
One given, one bought and one for free..
Can we have an exhibition
of today's hopes
So we can catch a glimpse of tomorrow's promises
Can we have an exhibition
of colorful bangles
And not allow anyone,so I can have it all for me..

Figment of imagination

Is there a pattern to you
or are you just a random stroke
Are you here to carve a niche road
or are you just a wandering soul
Are you for real
or are you a figment of my imaginative mind
or probably of my childish heart..
Are you really priceless
like the pearl inside the ocean
or are you just a fools' paradise..
Do you listen to my silences?
Do you play with my shadows?
Do you understand my nuances?
Do you cushion my falls?
If so, why have you come out tonight?
go right back inside my heart..