Morning Mayday

I let my yonderly soul drift 
Through the holy emboss
Crucify my sacrileges
Upon the blest Cross
And when my
Morning Mayday moans
I relinquish it with finesse
Facading every facet poss.

Oh My Savior, the Son of God
Why art thou hiding in the cloister
Of my brain?
What maelstorms dost thou have 
To bestow me with?
I have pulverised 
All that tried to collapse me
And in the light of thy aura 
I will vanquish every tempest
With your heraldry.

Broken Wheels Lament

Behold the beauty
The universe seems all 
About tulips and lilacs
About fresh green cover
And the deep blue sky

Cartwheels- The
Unsung heroes of yester year
Which then ploughed
The barren, sterile lands 
Complementary with the Herculean bull
Lie wrecked on the Elysian Fields

The rest of the world can’t hear
Broken wheels lament

Rat Race in The Corporate World

Rat race is an endless, self-defeating and pointless pursuit. It conjures up the futile efforts of a lab rat trying to escape while running around a maze or a wheel. There is no end to it.

In a day, people spend about 7 hours sleeping, 2 to 3 hours watching TV, doing household chores or enjoying some private time with siblings, spouses or their children, and another 2 to 3 hours relaxing or socialising with friends, maybe. The rest of the time, about 10 to 12 hours, is spent at the workplace.

This implies that about 50% of your life revolves around the place you work. So dragging yourself to work every day, dreading interacting with your colleagues and avoiding your boss will get you nowhere. To quote Confucius, "Do not do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you." Change your attitude before you expect others to modify their attitude towards you. This way you can sustain in this rat race.

But looking at this from another point of view, at the bright side, competition breeds progress. Innovative products, remarkable technologies and consumer convenience are just a few examples of how competition improves our lives on a daily basis.
"The trouble with rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat," according to Lily Tomlin.
If you love being a rat, do it.

I MATTER

I'm not air

I'm not water 

Neither am I food

Nor a desire that you long for

No, you don't need me 

And can definitely live without me

But darling, i do matter.

I can feel the air blowing for me

My heart pounding for me

The Sun propagating light

The Moon beaming and

The ants crushed beneath my feet dying 

FOR ME

Ego is your nature

Nature is my ego

And as i tread past the eternal lake

Which contemplates my mortal anatomy

Birds chirping over me

And the calm sky gazing at me

I whisper to myself

I Matter. I do.

Miscellaneous Stuff By Mahak ツ

It Was A Rainy Day

EPHEMERAL

PHOSPHENES

Optimism B)

Kanan & Biswa though :3

Hello! xD

MASOCHIST

Astrology

Aparajita - The Undefeatable

The queue appeared to be boundless. The selection process was way more efficient at the city contest. And all the pretty women were arguing to get into the waiting room with those high heels in one hand and anti-perspirants in the other. A while later, my name was called out and I was provided a name tag labelled as ‘AUDI11625 Aparajita Desai’ and brought inside the waiting room.

The scenario at the waiting room was very different from outside. All these sophisticated ladies were nicely seated under the air conditioners, sipping coffee, overdoing their make-up or messaging their mates. Probably, I was the first one who seemed so simple and unornamental. We weren’t affluent enough to buy clothes from those big fashion stores, so my mom got my dress stitched by a tailor who worked in the basement of our building. My mom was my real hero. My father used to go on big tours so we rarely got any time to spend with him but my mother was always there to caress me and my little sister. She never let us feel the absence of our father.

By this time, a crowd of aristocratic ladies had gathered at the help desk and were appealing for the withdrawal of their names from the contest. I stopped one of them and enquired about the reason.

“You see that girl seated beside that man?”
I replied with a nod.
“She is Ayesha Oberoi. And that man is the Managing Director of the Times group.”
“Isn’t she the girl who appears in those television advertisements?” I enquired.
“Yes, and she’s also auditioning for the contest and everyone knows that the jury will favor her and she’ll win for sure. That’s the reason why so many of us are dropping out from the contest.”

I was in a dilemma if even I should drop out like the other girls. Ayesha was more attractive and beautiful than I was, and moreover, she was famous. What was I in front of her?
But then I was called for my interview and at that moment, I decided to just give it a try. Surprisingly, I was selected among the 30 finalists for the contest. But still the fact that I won’t be able to win, kept pestering me. Two days later I was to leave for the contest and I was still unprepared.

The day before my flight to Mumbai, my mom came and sat beside me. I opened my heart and feelings to her and she listened to all that I wanted to say without interrupting.

“Remember that day, when you were selected among the top 30 finalists? I didn’t wish you luck or praise you that day. You know why? Because I knew you would be selected. When you participated in all those childhood contests, did you feel this anxious about yourself? That time you were super-confident and that made you win all of those, isn’t it? Look at all of those certificates and trophies. Even you have something to be proud about. What if she’s famous, give it your best shot baby.”

Her words have got some kind of hoodoo. They always light a spark inside me. I should focus on my specialities rather than shortcomings. I don’t have quite exquisite a smile but I can play with eyes very well. So I’ll wear a heavy eye makeup and contrast it with nude lipstick.

It was my first travel in an airplane. My mother had given me instructions about the journey and I stepped into the plane with mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness. The land converted into green patches and then slowly diminished. No, it wasn’t the end of the world. I was flying in the midst of the clouds. It felt as if I was in a utopia.

We were provided rooms and every day we attended various practice sessions along with the routine ramp walk session. Meeting the famous fashion designers, beauty technicians, nutritionists, health specialists, models, actors and chefs was no less than a dream come true. And attending the personality enhancement sessions provided an edge to our personality. And as time passed, we transformed into confident and beautiful women. The shyness and fright of walking the ramp faded away and those stilettos didn’t bother us anymore.

It was now that the competition seemed fair enough as all of us had attended the same sessions and all seemed equally capable . And all of us were waiting only for the final day when one of us would be crowned Miss India World. We all knew that Ayesha would be among the top three but that didn’t make us diffident. We were far more stronger and braver than those girls who backed out after hearing about Ayesha taking part in the contest.

On the final day, there were plenty of e-mails, letters and messages from my relatives, friends and admirers wishing me luck and praising me for my efforts but one of them shone brighter than all the others. My mom had sent it.

'To my beautiful daughter.

You’ve made me really proud, sweetheart and I love it when people praise you and recognise me as Aparajita’s mother. All I want to say is that today is your day and do make it memorable. Not only for yourself but also for the nation. Put in all that you’ve learned and show your Miss India potential to the world. I want to see you wearing that crown, princess.'

My mom never really praised me but today when she did so, all I wanted was to show how capable I am, only for her. And to-day is the day.

Two days later, I reached home. I wasn’t yearning for all those praises but only for a nice little hug from my mom. She had cooked my favourite dish and after the lunch we sat together to watch the re-telecast of the contest. And at that moment, I made her wear the Miss World crown. She would always remain my queen and I her little princess. 

MASOCHIST

There was a time
When we were young
And used to live in an orphanage
And had nothing to hold onto 
Except each other.
Remember that time?
I don’t think so.

You were fragile
I supported you
Bore all your troubles
I was a sieve
And you, the vessel beneath me.
I got all the bad 
And you got all the good
And you thought
You were the good in my bad
And I, the bad in your good.
But was it really true?
I don’t think so.

But that’s how you made me think.
Counted my flaws 
When I concealed yours.
I know you baby.
Now I know you.
You loved me ’cause
I was useful to you
Or maybe it wasn’t love at all.
But having grown up
My well built body
Seems to be of no use to you
Now that you’ve got
That other girl to love 
That slim, slender, svelte and chic.
Do you need me anymore?
I don’t think so.

You probably thought I was a masochist
Thought I could bear it all
Just like I bore your difficulties.
Thought I won’t feel hurt
Because I was strong enough.
Thought I won’t be affected
Because I loved to take that pain.
Yeah, maybe I was a masochist
To risk my life for you
To love you 
To let you go with her.
Maybe I loved that pain, I muse
As I hit the sandbag
For what seems like the hundreth time.
Stripped knuckles, dripping sweat
And I still think about you 
Gazing at my protruding muscles.
You are my best memory
And the worst one.
And now I lay exhausted
Rejoicing in my loneliness.
Yeah, now I believe I am a masochist
Still reminiscing you after all these years
When I know it will just hurt me.
Baby do you miss me the same?
Ha. I don’t think so.

PHOSPHENES

Ever wondered what 

Those random dancing patterns you see

After rubbing your eyes

Or after sneezing are?

That light you see

Without light entering the organs of vision?

They’re all around you

And inside you

Omnipresent

Like the Gods resting in nirvana

Unseen, unknown, unacknowledged

Yet booming in screaming colours.

The iridescent colours fostered by aquivering lights

Triggered by a fondle.

Steering you out of darkness

Though not affecting the slim shady

In you- the darkness in your soul.

How can words

Describe their ineffable splendour?

Close your eyes

And see a new world come to life!