Where do you want to go?

Where would you rather be?

The all-powerful machine

That rests on top of your head

Where do you want it to take you instead?

In the woods far away,

Walking in solitude

Or maybe at a banquet of delicious food?

Would you rather be at a beach,

Or would you give up the excel sheets

For a chance to teach?

Or would you use this machine as a time travel device

To travel through time and space,

Somewhere where your heart lies?

Maybe with a loved one departed,

Maybe back to where your story started.

To try to change the course of your story

Or to escape from memories, dark and gory.

Picture yourself in the South of France,

Or in a studio where it’s just you and your dance.

Or a library full of dusty books that are your sole company

Or just to escape from the exhausting monotony

Somewhere where the music, sings your hearts symphony.

To live an alternate life with possibilities endless

To somehow avoid, life and all its mess.

Wherever you choose to go,

You only just need to close your eyes.

For all you delusional adventures,

Just a vivid imagination would suffice.

 

© Sneha Pathak [Rights Reserved]

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The perfect couple

Pretty as a picture

Their life seems so rosy

To the world outside

They seem to be living warm and cozy.

For the music at their parties

Drowns out the screams

Their smiles are so perfect and dazzling

No one seems to guess

The reality so very troubling.

For they play the perfect couple

Of martial life, beautiful without a ripple.

But the storm underneath they manage to conceal

Their tired, swollen eyes, they give away how they really feel.

The scars on their body

Well hidden my seams

The scars on their heart

Well what of them?

For they follow the whims of their heart,

They had promised to stick together

Till death do them apart.

(C) Sneha Pathak

What do you know of heartbreak?

What do you know of heartbreak?

You don’t get emotionally invested

Your eyes have never been tested

For the number of tears, they can dispel

Your lips, for the number of apologies

They can propel.

You can walk out of love like it meant nothing

You, forget people like children forget old playthings.

You thought the song under the stars was a childish gesture

My love, my care, my loyalty, do you realize they are a treasure?

You dismissed the cards I made you,

Staying up all night

You go to your parties, right after a fight.

You see no emotions in the poetry I write

You don’t fear losing your love,

and waking with a fright.

You say you’re stoic and unemotional

I say you have never known love and devotion.

I say you haven’t felt the pain I feel

When I see her every day

When I wonder why do people like her get their way?

I say you haven’t felt the crushing weight

of someone’s lips as they part with a final kiss.

I say, your heart has no one to long for, no one to miss.

I say that you have not felt the burning flames of love

Of a feeling so intense that it consumes your being.

Neither have you felt the pain of an indifferent lover

Because you are the first to walk out, even before it’s over.

© Sneha Pathak [Rights Reserved]

Your momentary mediocrity

Today you woke up

Perfectly ready to conquer the world

Be the best version of yourself and to shine unparalleled.

But as the moments trickle away

You decide to be mediocre instead.

For today is such an ordinary day

People keeping their heads down, going their way.

The breakfast is the same as always

The coffee is just regular

The commute to your 9 to 5 is exasperating, as usual.

The different faces you see each day,

Are still the same, sheeps with their heads down, going one way.

How supremely better am I than this kind

Wonders your potentially exquisite mind.

The world doesn’t feel ready

To witness your potential today.

So you work ordinarily

No less no more than the day before.

You make small talk with your coworker

You wanted to the conversation to sparkle some more

However why waste your knowledge and skills on this ordinary being?

So you indulge in those meaningless moments fleeting.

You go about the day, like the sand on the beach

Pushed around by waves, back and forth

Without any sense of self worth.

You write a poem, a simple ordinary verse

Avoiding depth of thought and talking superficially about the universe.

For the exemplary work of art you can create in a moment

Isn’t ready to be shown yet to these masses, who can’t comment.

It will go unnoticed, unadmired

For their little minds can’t appreciate your genius if they tried.

So you live in mediocrity, ignorant and at bliss

For today too, a day has gone by

And the opportunity is missed.

But you know today wasn’t the day to be better and to live upto your capacity.

So today, again, you settle in your perpetual mediocrity.

(C) Sneha Pathak

She wants to be the star

She wanted to be like the stars

Not for the way they sparkled

Even in the darkest nights

Not for the joy

They bought to people’s eyes.

Neither for their omniscience

Nor for their luminance.

She wanted to be like the stars

For they were indifferent

To the opinions of the humans.

They shined bright,

Positively assured in their own right.

To see them in a dark, cloudy sky

To really see them true and clear,

One needs to travel to the mountains

Climb high and up, keeping aside fear.

Only those deserve to see them,

Who take the effort and pain.

For a starry sky, is not just beautifully vain.

She wants to be mystical

Like the stars that make you wonder

About the magnitude of the universe

Of your life and purpose.

She wants to make you think about existence,

She wants to talk to you, of life and its essence.

She doesn’t want to be a passing notion,

She wants to be the thought that keeps you up all night

Of questions that make you reach higher

For answers that are not easily found

She wants to be a star,

Not to make your wishes come true

But to stand apart from the crowd

To be born each night anew.

(C) Sneha Pathak

A gaping pit

Silent screams,

Even when the skies are blue.

When in the crowd around you, ears are few.

They say loneliness is like a dark room,

I say the darkness is a friend, for the lonely mind.

For inside this gaping pit, they learn to hug their knees

when they cry, they learn the virtue of being kind.

They learn the warmth of their own hands

holding them tight, encircling their being

holding it together

all the broken pieces, all their loose strings.

They try to crawl out and seek some light

they seek support from those outside

But the footsteps near, grow faint and fainter

As their hope fades away.

Soon, even when a hand comes in to pull them out,

they begin to cringe in fear, and their intentions they doubt.

For they have tried to blend in, to fit in, to belong

They are left wondering what they are doing wrong.

Even the closes comrades, seem to slowly pull away

for who wants to be with people who aren’t always gay?

Soon, they accept their fate and decide to stay aloof

To live a life with their constant companion, under their solitary roof.

(c) Sneha Pathak

Patience and Kindness

I gave a part of me to people and things

And when they left,

I kept feeling something is amiss.

My balloons of joy, tied to another

Stayed weighted near the ground, going no further.

I let others hold the rein to my joy and sorrow

I lived in suspense, wondering how they’ll make me feel tomorrow.

I let things external to me, define my being

I kept focusing on trivialities, the bigger picture I was not even seeing.

What they thought of me, defined my day

What about what I thought, didn’t I have a say?

One day I woke up, and decided to listen only to one soul

The girl in the mirror, she will play the lead role.

I decided to let go of emotions that were holding me back,

Ghosts of past, worries of future I tied them all up and threw away the sack.

I focused on smiling a lot more than I did

Of my demons though, I wasn’t yet rid.

I drank some warm tea and listened to soulful songs

I tried to find joy in little things, not worry about what could go wrong.

I gathered around me people who made me feel warm

I had to shut my walls to those who had caused me harm.

I read some poems and ate some good food

I tried to actively focus on the state of my mood.

Everyday I thanked someone for being there with me

Of the burden of unrealistic self expectations, I tried to slowly break free.

I can’t say I have conquered my mind,

But one thing I learnt, is to be patient with myself and to be kind.

(C) Sneha Pathak