Scrambled Egg

Want this ,
Want That,
But get not what I want,
Sometimes, It’s tit-for-tat,
Or simply brick-bats,

Crib on this
Fuss on that,
I eat more and get fat,
I never “have” but always “had” !
Good sometimes, But mostly bad.

Jealous of this ,
Envious of that,
He has this, he had that,
Keep consoling I was better,
But still come out a cropper.

Life is like a piece of cake,
Only too many things at stake,
Or too many mouths for the only steak,
God ! please give me a break !

Somebody give me the answers I beg,
Coz all I’m trying to do,
Is unscramble my scrambled egg.!


You Can’t unscramble your scrambled Egg !

Gyanban's thoughts -

I thought about this at the breakfast table one day,when my scrambled egg wasn't done well,I tried to fix it at first,

put some butter,added some pepper,still no good,toasted some bread,still not enough perfection,garnished it with

some coriander,I thought maybe the look and smell would make it different.

It occurred to me..this is exactly what happens in real life.We try to over work the solution...but - hey there isn't one sometimes.If you have screwed it up..you can't unscrew it.what is done cannot be undone.We chase perfection all out lives , yet many don't die happy....similarly, some of our actions and deeds once done, cannot be undone no matter what the measure.

Therefore,peace of mind will be in acceptance,then realization,and then making sure

you have learn't something from it. History will therefore never repeat it self.

Enjoy the bite !

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Looking glass

I look through the looking glass,
the world I see is a farce,
filled with hate and corruption,
giving into unreal devotion,

a farce where hypocrisy prevails,
and true identity is under veils,
Vexed are those who dare,
lie in a dark corner bare,

Bare your soul to none,
with no where to run,
you 'll cry alas alas,
and just wish there was no looking glass...

Gyanban's thoughts -

an imaginary world,duality is the order of the day, it's everywhere..within and outside..it is ingrained in our system

how are we going to find our soul guide?

Forbidden dreams

Dream away to glory
vegetarians feast on chicken curry,
affairs last forever,
marriages break every quarter,
colleges are always on strike,
and canteens are forums to write,
where people never get a pay hike,
The forbidden dream is such,
you won't understand much,
you can't feel it,can't dream it but live it instead,
as you wake up realizing you re already dead.

Gyanban's thoughts -

a small poem if you will, some lines really to highlight the ironies of life with a dash of humour,

I think when I wrote this,some of these things were happening in my surrounding...

and in some sense they're still happening...

Port of Mystery

Will you take me away to a far off land,

gently walk on pebbles ,dews or sand,

where the flowing river touches your feet,

where the blowing wind whispers sweet,

Will you show me the way,

to swing dance and sway,

Will you walk with me to sunset,

to the land of mystery
where there is death only of misery,
where no unborn is slaughtered,
where no soul one is murdered,
where there are no smoking guns,
where innocence is not on the run,
where no danger lurks in the dark,
where no terror awaits you in the park...

is there such a port in history ?

or is this the port of mystery ?