Sunday, October 27, 2013

The Crowds



The crowds mill around me, swishing past with swirling colors.
They leak scents and leave a bread-crumb trail of stories,
Unspoken words, unseen emotions, incomplete sentences and frantic typing.
Each is a world out of place, half a world away, in their own worlds.

Scrambling for survival, numb to the world,
Reveling in servitude, motivated by false hope.
They labor on, endlessly, silently, seemingly tirelessly.

Some head to drown their sorrows, some to drown their spouse,
Some head to kick back and relax, some to burn the midnight oil.

But all dream, some in vain, some in hope, of a better tomorrow.

 - Aviv Nair
16/Aug/2013

Always Yours



I wish I could say how much I miss you,
I wish I could say how much I love you,
I wish I could say how much I care.
But now, you miss someone else,
Now, you love someone else,
Now, you care for someone else.
You belong to each other now, someone else,
But although you stopped being mine,
I never stopped being yours.

- Aviv Nair
26th July, 2013

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

I asked a Programmer



Don’t you get bored,
Staring at code?
All those variables and tags,
And operators and flags,
Elements and arrays,
And nesting and tallys.
You can never relax,
Until you check syntax.
Code for web and mobile,
You have to sit and compile.
All that Java and .Net,
And the rest which I forget,
Day in and day out,
It’s “First-In-First-Out”.
I ask, don’t you get bored,
Staring at code?

 - Aviv Nair
4/2/2013

Sunday, February 3, 2013

The Risk



I take a giant leap, I step into the wild,
I make a move that many think unwise.
Along with the big boys, I step in as a child,
Perhaps I’m trying on shoes too big for my size.

Perhaps I will fail, perhaps I will fall.
Perhaps I’ll be crushed, being too small.
Perhaps I’ll be tricked, being too naive.
Perhaps I’ll be caught in traps I can’t perceive.
Perhaps I won’t even be given a chance.
Perhaps I’ll be frozen while others dance.
Perhaps I will never learn.
Perhaps I will crash and burn.

But then again,

Perhaps I will bloom and quickly grow.
Perhaps I’ll be fast where others are slow.
Perhaps I will succeed and win.
Perhaps I’ll be heard above the din.
Not just a song, perhaps I’ll sing a Raaga.
Not just a story, perhaps I’ll write a Saga.

I think it’s worth the risk.

Aviv Nair
3/2/2013

The Rat Race



I sit with my legs crossed,
Arms behind my head,
Happy with all that was done and said.
For I have gained, not lost.
I bask in the glow of contentment,
Surrounded by an aura of peace.
The end of a predicament!
Not a frown or a crease,
A soft, happy smile plays upon my face,
Finally! I am out of the Rat Race!

Aviv Nair
11/1/2013

The Daily Grind



The bright sun beats down on the window,
In the blue sky, the clouds move slow.
I watch as the dust of Nature swirls,
I watch as the smoke of Man curls.
I sit here, in a large box,
Breathing air cooled by a box,
Wearing clothes that came in a box,
Eating a meal, packed in a box,
Earning my living, working at a box,
Not outside, among the green trees,
Not outside in the cool breeze,
I sigh and get back to work!

Aviv Nair
21/12/2012