InDIRECT Proportionality

Its 2.30 a.m and I am unable to sleep,
I struggled for almost two hours,
Tried reading a book, listening to music, but nothing seems to work,
And that’s when I give up my futile efforts and start writing,

I ask myself why. The answer I get is that I haven’t earned anything today being a weekend,
So I don’t earn my sleep. Strange isn’t it. But somewhere I feel it to be right though.

While I was trying to sleep, a strange thought appeared,
What is directly proportional in this world?
What is directly proportional to a mother’s love?
What is directly proportional to self-respect?
What is directly proportional to faith?
What is directly proportional to honesty to sincerity?
What is directly proportional to peace?
To many more such things you and I can think of.

Nope. No answer as of now.

But there is something which has a direct proportionality, and that is money.
Money is measured, seen, exchanged for materials, actions, skills and sometimes principles (Which I hate to admit).
For the sake of It, we leave behind everything and go where It takes us to make It.
The process of making It is wonderful, It’s a creation, It’s power, It’s an energy,
It’s like a self-recognition to the act you are performing sincerely.
It’s not an end-result, but an on-going process,
I firmly believe that money-making is not a skill but an art.

Many people would argue that money is an inordinate manner to measure,
But there should be something to measure ourselves against,
What else can one be measured against?

Is this called "Love At First Sight"

The first time I saw him, something happened
The first time our eyes met, something happened
The first time we smiled at each other, something happened
Could never understand what it is, but yes I felt some strange connection

Is this called “Love at first sight”?
My mind refused to accept it
What connection can one make with a complete stranger?

Connection of unsaid words, of feelings, of emotions, of desires (may be)
I was unsure about this feeling then, thought he was just another passing cloud,
Thought he was another flirtatious dude, whom I would just ignore after some time
Thought (as usual) guys are JAB’s (Jck As Bstds) and do not deserve any importance
And waited to put this guy also in the JAB category, to prove my theory that 80%t guys are JA, 10% are B, 8% are JAB’s, the remaining 2% are gays...


Thoda confusion ho gaya, sorry fans ;-) Tried my level best to be serious.

Clogged Thoughts

Sometimes I wonder what I should believe:
What I see?
What I hear?
What I think?
Or what I feel??

Combine all the possibilities, only to see confusion,
Never believed the existence of negative fusions,
But how much to avoid, a world filled with naysayer humans,
Trying to ignore every aspect of such situations,
Praying to remain untouched by the clouds so superficial.

Everything disoriented, scatter all around,
Where is the time to relay and stack,
Why is the rush, why is the angst,
Being in a mode so restless and lost,
No time to watch what is being done,
No time to catch what is being said,
Blinded by craziness, reproach and egoism
No time to appreciate, the beauty of another human.