Talent. How does it look?
Talent is attractive
It attracts people
It attracts dreams
It never lets shape, skin, age
come anywhere in between.
It’s like the nectar of a flower
All the bees just want to hover over it,
and over it, all day long.
They don’t even know its name. They are pulled by its fragrance, its brightness alone.
But did the flowers ever imagine they would want bees all around them?
Talent makes you want things that were never thought for you
Makes you break the rules
It is such a rush, ALL the time!
It wants to come out, all at once!
Even when your mind and body are not ready for it.
It doesn’t care, cause it’s SO RAW.
It’s often brazen, can hardly think for itself.
It only demands
more of you, from you.
Talent. What does it do?
Gives birth to things that were never seen or felt before.
It is SO MUCH FUN
when it’s fresh,
when you have just begun to feel it through your veins.
How CRAZILY you try to make it yours, show it off,
work for it, to not lose it.
But talent is never lost.
It’s either active or dormant.
It depends on how we invoke it
out, from ourselves.
Skills rust, not talent.
Talent is so beautiful that it makes people fall in love,
just like that.
So easily. With a click of the fingers.
Talent is a blessing.
And should be used like one.
Talent is so much more than this, that I need a book with two hundred pages to fill it with. And there’d still be more.
One red and one black too
That new house
Spending money as you blink
Giving me all your time!
Me not an ocean here!
Me just a mug
Can hold it only till the brink
Be it hurt or love
And when you stuff in that extra care,
Me starts spilling hormones everywhere!
So, sweetheart, it’s okay to lemme fall a few times!
Me made of steel
So won’t break like a glass
Me don’t like so much attention
But like to stand first in class
Me gonna serve you with juice in the morning
And with water when you thirsty
Me knows you want me to give you wine too,
Even though you never ask.
but me too ordinary for that…
Me not presentable
Not slender like the other few
Dents here and there, from falling.
Me very simple,
Often afraid of drying and ending up empty someday
So much in love with you that Me knows Me don’t deserve you
So just waiting for you, to lemme down once.
I climb the stairs one by one
Losing my people as I come
Closer to the top
Don’t know what have I become
Is it alright?
At night I look out of my window to see
A peaceful street ever-so-lonely
Much less than my life I bet
Tricked by dreams and debts.
The streetlight suddenly shimmers and I look again outside
A few people just passed by, out of my sight
It’s about to rain and before the night starts getting wet
I quickly grab my phone and switch on the internet.
I position the camera to capture the sky
But since too tired and sick of posting stuff online
So I just capture it and print it and write this story on it’s behind
That when I leave it and someone gets it,
They have my words on their mind.
On their lips, in their hearts|
A little moment I’ll define.
This moment of theirs particularly to me I’ll confine.
I’ll tell them it’s okay to be alone
Well at least for sometime
And that life is huge and people affluent
Surely some good company you’ll find!
Don’t just adjust for anything just cause everything else seems undefined
Give it words
Call the birds
Tell them to tell the world
At the break of dawn
That’s about it. I guess I am done for tonight.
So yet another story? 🙂
Changes are constant. That we have all seen and heard and contributed to.
My friend and colleague who used to sit right next to me moved to a different project and had to shift her cubicle two floors below. While leaving for home yesterday I saw her collecting her stuff and her machines were being transferred.
“So from tomorrow new cubicle?”
“Yeaa”, she smiled.
We said our goodbyes and “see you again”s and I left for home.
A few months ago:
Another colleague had gifted us both an idol of Lord Ganesha each. Happy to receive one of the most beautiful gifts ever, I took Him home and kept it along with my other treasured stuff.
But my friend didn’t take Him home and kept it on the right end of her table. Just beside the metal slab that separates my desk from hers.
I remember when I was small my parents wouldn’t take me so often to the movies and being a movie-lover, I would wait for all the good ones to be telecast-ed on the T.V. Once they had put this cute movie called, “Oh my Friend Ganesha” and since Ganesha being my friend, so every day I would come to office, walk to my desk and wish Him a “good morning” first thing before taking my seat.
Few months later it became a habit, a good habit which brought me smile every day.
While I was entering my office,
“Okay so she would have been gone by now and so her stuff, and now whom am I gonna greet and wish the first thing in the morning”.
I reached near to her cubicle after which was mine. As expected, her desk was empty, the chairs besides were also empty, no one had yet come.
“I miss you Ganesh ji”, I quietly say in my mind.
I come a little forward to keep my bag on my chair and guess what!
He was right there.
On my desk.
She kept Him on my table while leaving.
(I would have written she left Him on my table, but I guess no one gets to leave him, all we get is to keep him.)
So yes, I am happy!
She might come tomorrow and take it with her but for today, I say let’s just cherish the magic. 🙂
Picture credit: https://www.stevenaitchison.co.uk/the-magic/