My first ever Haiku (??) :P

Penned the following and want it to call a haiku, quite desparately.

"Die"logues
Offed Monologues
Graveyard Silence

Hmm.. but for obvious reasons this can't be a haiku. The quick reasons for that are:
1) Haikus supposedly picture the nature and set off the emotions involved in it. Whereas what I've used is an individual experience rather than a universal portrait.
2) I'm not very sure if experiments like "die"logues are allowed.

Just as a broken sentence doesn't make a poem, a few worded three liner isn't a haiku. Nevertheless, for anyone who have been there would know what I meant in those three lines. For the rest, my best wishes that you'd never be there. :-)
 

How to think?!

You have a problem, you gotta get the solution and to get that, you gotta think about it. So was I, thinking, thinking and THINKING! The thoughts were straying, they left no mark untouched on the scale of optimism. At a moment, it seemed no problem, forget about resolution. Sometimes deciding that which seems is really a problem turns to be a herculean task. All of a sudden, it looked like I was in a gutter like never before. Because the problem was the first of its kind for me, was caught in the thought, "Am I thinking it RIGHT?".  God! It was pain of some kind, so new to me, and very consuming.

I guess, my theory of "balance" works to perfection. You can't be low or high ALWAYS! Soon after a low, there would be a definitely a high in the wait. No fool would put in special efforts to traverse from high to low, but every optimist out there would try to get on the top, when going gets tough. Not denying any appreciation to the efforts, I wonder if it really requires it at least in special cases. A low would be followed by a high, you have sometimes nothing but to wait. Or a simple gesture can get you out of the mess. That said, I'm now even wondering, what's low?? Hmpf!

Well, the last paragraph was just to drive to the point that when all was going so bad, I could get out of it from an unexpected corner. A nice chat at a coffee break has lightened me up, though there was serious stuff in it, what matters is how I felt at the end of it. Light as a feather! Dialogues help you, and when you try and kill them, it takes a toll on you. Anyway, as a part of talk, got to know about this book called, "TEACH YOURSELF TO THINK." I've decided to grab a copy soon!

But what I really look forward is a book based on "How not to think" or even better, "How to stop thinking?" Blessed are the people who go through the phase of "thoughlessness". I, very surely suffer from thinking! Or atleast excessive of it. Hmm..

Sticking to the Guns..

After a self prepared heavy dinner, with soothing music pleasing the ears and the soul deliciously enjoying the platter of Tagore's words, why on earth did I remember him? No clue!

Okay.. now that I can't refuse to acknowledge the fact that though momentarily, the thoughts shook hands with him, I had to reach out quite shamelessly. (Yes, you can call it so!)

Now since I'm the one to approach him, my BIG FAT EGO bosses him to continue the proceedings and enthrall the gal. He almost does that for me, almost! Before I go on to spoil the party..

He says (or rather sings).. judaa ho kar bhi.. tu mujh mein kaheen..
And I sing along (or rather say, makes sense!).. jindaa ho kar bheeee...


The main intention of accompanying him is anyway ruined, but the spot of bother is that of the EGO. By no means does it want to back off, forget about admitting the mistake, it now wants to stick to the guns. "jindaa ho kar bhee.. haa.. ho kar bhee.. what?? Javed Akhtar, wanna try? Any other takers? Oh, yes.. please..

Meanwhile, I hang on with the thought, "jindaa ho kar bhee" for a li'l longer than required, just to get acquainted more. Something of it starts impressing me and I decide to flirt with it, only for a while though! And new fond love aka love-kinda-stuff starts occupying me enough.

jindaa ho kar bhee.. tu.. okay, save hindi / urdu! Lemme spout it out. jindaa ho kar bhee.. you've lost the "you" in me. You may seem to be full of life, but your thought in me has already been dusted. Nothing of you touches my inner chords. You can't tune them, you can't play around, "you" have been nothing but a kind of void. jindaa ho kar bhee.. tu mujh mein kaheen kho gayee hai.. that it's not even worth a tiny space.

I know that's crazy, sounds crap and you wanna call me names for being such a demoralized soul. Hang on! Aren't they "n" no. of people who walk into us, literally daily and just vanish off forever? We don't remember every single soul, do we? They continue to exist, it's just we aren't bothered. Hence, the flirting wasn't that bad an excercise.

"C'mon, you don't write verse or sing for such fluff?" might be your challenge. Agreed, that's the reason I neither wrote a poem nor sung it for you! Ahem, that's some justification. I know!! Living upto my reputation of being just too good at self-defence. :P

Well, Atif! Thanks dude, it was a intriguing half an hour, the one that just passed off! :) YOU ROCK!!