Loving an object.

Isn’t it easier to love an object,
Than to love another person,
Because whatever happens,
The object won’t say a thing,
Nor would it complain for emotions,
And yet, it won’t say what’s in it’s heart,
Or what it went through during the days.

But isn’t it easier to love an object,
One which is much easier to chase,
As it doesn’t walk away from you,
Nor would it do anything to frustrate,
And yet thinking back I go realize,
That it won’t make you smile or cry,
It will be there just like you want it to.

So then why not love the object,
It will remain there forever in time,
Whether you are angry or sad,
Or you feel happiness or joy,
It will always stand their firmly,
Without blinking an eye or dropping a sweat,
Just like the senseless fool it’s supposed to be.

But then how can I love the object,
When I know that it can’t reciprocate,
Knowing full well that it can’t even try,
And help me talk out when I am annoyed,
But how would it know if I do exist,
And how would it even remember me,
After I leave this world but not the moments.

– Siddarth

A way.

If there was a way,
To hug you so tightly,
With a genuine heart,
And kiss your head lightly.

If there was a way,
To ask you out politely,
As my chest tightened,
While I waited a reply wisely.

If… there was a way,
To look at you nightly,
Calming the storm inside,
Because you make me lively.

If there was a way,
To do all of that timely,
And win your heart,
That’s what I want, precisely.

– Siddarth

You. An art.

If they could just show appreciation,
From the depth of their heart;
For the things that are done,
Rather than blaming for being apart;
And focus on understanding the other,
Hitting the right notes from the start;
That would be a wonderful thing,
And the actual partner’s part;
Because ..at the end of the day,
You. This moment. That smile is an art.

– Siddarth

Late night thoughts 🤔

Water?

The Night.

This night, it’s just beautiful,
Filled with all the silence;
You hear the sound of heartbeat,
Or the rattle of your soul’s fence.

You pour out your thoughts,
Examine your days content;
What was right or what went wrong,
Pushing hard to earn each cent.

And then nights are full of emotions,
A moment to talk to someone you like;
Because at this time all you hear,
Is the genuine words, not a disguise.

Often, people stay up to wish others,
Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary;
Or even the beginning of a new year,
Or ‘Incidents’ when people end up married.

Some use the night to study, or work,
These are the ones that try harder;
The ones who want to change the world,
And dream about that successful startup.

While there are some who just sleep,
Exhausted from their day’s chores;
They look for the opportunity to lay in bed,
And forget the
numerous daytime lores.

But night is young as well,
For people who want it to be;
Or they binge watch that series,
Netflix and chill is better for me.

Yet, night is full of darkness,
Often portrayed by scaring scenes;
Because anything can happen then,
Incidents caused when you are too keen.

This, and so much more is the night,
Coming and going every single day;
So which night was it for you yesterday?
And which one are you wishing for today?
😉

– Siddarth

Humanity

Has humanity really gone to tatters? Just what is wrong with this world and some of the people living here. Why can’t we appreciate other people or other animals. Why is this simple thing so hard to get through? We are in 21st century, fighting amongst ourselves, blaming each other whether for the pandemic, for the poor decision making, for inequality and more.

Why can’t we all come together and stand united? How does the color of skin matter? You learn and understand people as you talk to them, get to know them. Can you really tell what skin color or what religion the other person is while talking on the phone? No. You can’t. You talk to everyone equally, be sweet with people who talk nicely, be rude to people who are abusive.

So why can’t we do this face to face? Where does the religion or color card come in. Are you stupid?

And then the worst people are there who harm creatures that don’t even have the ability to speak. Just read the article below… I mean how can anyone do that? 😔 Incidents such as these are heart wrenching.

Fucked up news.

At the end of the day, it’s the responsibility of each and every one of us to educate others. Help others. And then who don’t listen, they need to be dealt with.

Change

Everyone I see has a story,
Whether big ones or small;
Some are lost in the way of life,
And some enjoy with us all.

So I met a person, who is the latter,
While I live being the former;
A person who enjoys helping,
And one who speaks up for the right.

I would rather stay away from this,
People are an annoyance, fake shine;
But when you look at this person,
You can’t stop changing this time.

Someone who gives, and donates,
Tries his best to work all year round;
Yet more interested he is to share,
All the rewards with people around.

I wonder if that’s how it is,
Is it something I can easily do;
Because the smiles and wishes,
Always multiplies happiness by two.

Thinking this, and much more,
A little lost though with a goal;
I go around all the time, and,
Write the perfect poem for my soul.

Hesitant steps.

It’s distributed in levels,
The love I have for you;
Hesitant to take every step,
Is the next one already due?

What if I take the next step,
But all there is just darkness;
Will you be the light to guide me,
Or leave me longing for some brightness?

I really want to climb further,
If you would allow me to;
Else there is nothing I can do,
Please just give me a clue?

I think we can continue on,
Without thinking about the future;
Just live the present and move,
Wait, I shouldn’t care if I am the suitor?

Perhaps the time will come,
The truth will, slowly, show;
If the path is made of roses,
Or this will be another blow.

Thoughts.

Whether it’s our parents, or the friends,
We hardly show gratitude for what they do;
And yet everytime a stranger helps us,
We smile at them and say ‘Thank you’?

Perhaps even I am such a person,
And maybe, even you are too;
What we could do is support each other,
Living alone can only be done by few.

Then again, stranger things have happened,
At times like these, even more so;
When people are isolated even from family,
Or they hide away, seeing others as a foe?

Indeed, it is a tolerant world out there,
Running around, trying harder for money;
Which is good, everyone has preferences,
But who do you live for, this or your honey?

We fear the stumbling of economy,
Rather than the number of people lost;
What exactly are we going to achieve,
If the person whom we started for, goes.

– Sid

Haphazard Life

In this haphazard life, we lost,
We lost the way that we once saw;
Why was everything clear earlier,
Who made us forget what once was raw.

We leaned on each other,
Without much battling an eye;
But have our egos grown this much,
That truth is less spoken than a lie.

Where then, did we lose our way,
Going through this haphazard life;
The way leading to riches and fame,
Moving forward without pointing a knife.