Let’s Create an Experience !

It all Begins with the Brain,
Capturing all around before chewing a Grain;
The Face, the Fragrance, the Sound, the Touch,
Great is the creation of God, a Human with a mechanism Such…

The more we Capture, the more we Grow,
The tougher the Rapids, the faster we Row;
The more we See, the more we Be,
Each droplet Adds Much to this expanse of Sea…

The Heat, the Warmth, the Cool, the Chill,
The Anger, the Love, the Experience, the Thrill;
Each has In Us a Role to Play,
Without it we are Nothing more than a Structure of Clay…

In the early days before we Speak,
Our capturing is believed to be flagging over the Peak;
As do the days pass Overtime,
We tend to ignore the nature’s Rhyme…

We tend to settle within the same four Walls,
We stick to be with the same – tumbling over True & False;
We Change our focus – Ignoring the Beyond,
We get accustomed to swim in the same little Pond…

Let’s realize this Inertia & Stagnation,
And push ourselves towards Salvation;
For the Growth remains with the ones who Crave,
Not with the ones standing still - even though Brave…

Let’s die to capture beyond our Sight,
Let’s dream beyond we always Might;
Let’s travel beyond the peaks we See,
Let’s continue to Create Experiences –
to Unleash our Limits of – What More Can We Be!

Let’s speak to people we never Thought of,
Let’s feel the pain we never Dreamt of;
Let’s watch the truth we could have never ever Seen,
Let’s continue to Create Experiences –
before asks our last Sigh - What More Could have I Been!

Are we #Connected?

On a Day we Accomplish – a much awaited Dream,
On a Day we Party hard – not hearing our own Scream;
On a Day we Need someone – to just hold our Hand,
On a Day we wait on the Shore – washing away gets the Sand…

Do we crave for Love or for the Abundant Likes,
Do we Adore people only with Tattoos & Spikes;
Do we know to Speak – if not how to Tweet,
Do we know to be Kind – if not to look Sweet…

On a Day she Accepts to Marry,
On a Day Together we see a movie Scary;
On a Day we miserably Fail,
On a Day we see a cute small Snail…

Do we capture the Moment – even without a Cam,
Do we look Around – or are busy clearing tablet’s RAM;
Do we crave for a Hug – or prefer going Offline under the Rug,
Do we taste the Coffee – or stare at the Selfie stuck on the Mug…

It’s Time we get off our Eyes – Out our Phone,
It’s Time we Laugh Now – than to later Moan;
It’s Time we Respect the Human – behind the Username,
It’s Time We Start Living – before running Out of Lives in this very #DigitalGame…

Wishing you a Digitally Enabling 2017...

Let’s Be Positive !

Being Positive – Is a dream for Many,
Quite more than a Penny;
Can never be attained by – drowning in a glass of Feni,
Neither can be borrowed from a close friend Any…

It is a Way of Life,
With or without having a Gf or Wife;
Which makes us see through the glasses Tainted,
Enables us to see even a cracked wall – as delicately Painted…

It is like an elevated Line of Metro,
Railing above the traffic & gazing Retro;
Untouched by the rushing – hawking Street,
Making you reach on time – for that very special Treat…

It is like a glimpse of Light,
When nothing is seen On-site;
Which makes you avoid the wrong from Right,
Which brushes off the dark – smudging each patch as White…

It is like that grain of Wheat,
Which you crush & Beat;
After it reaches you surviving the scorching Heat,
Still nourishes you within each bite you Eat…

Let’s recognize the value of thoughts so Wise,
Let’s refine it off the scatter & Flies;
Let’s think about the sun – hiding behind the blanket of Cloud,
Let’s hear our conscience – while we stand among the people so Loud…

The Way we Think,
Determines whether we Float or Sink;
The Way we See,
Determines What will we Be !

We Should !
We Need To !
We Will !
We Want To – Change ! – Let’s Be Positive !

The Unknown Turn

Turning our heads to English,
Pushing the rest to plead;
Chats, Blogs, Mails so many,
Non-English is just a broken bead...

A parent feels proud of her baby greeting Hello,
A villager feels proud of his son addressing Dad;
A boy feels proud to answer a firangi fellow,
A girl feels asking "wassup" is a fad...

The text books & the apps,
The T-shirts & the caps;
The places & the maps,
Every corner perhaps...

We see, we show, we honor, we bow,
We speak, we feel, it's on the menu - every other meal;
We raise the bar & leave others low,
We hear, we deal, we approve, we kneel...

There's too much without English,
Left by us to die;
We are Quite Modern Now,
To forget the few who cry...

Please help it survive the last sigh.....please !