rajathtirumangalam

Category: poem

  • Chasing Away the Monday Gloom, Bengaluru Style

    The alarm hums its familiar tune,
    and for a moment, the world feels out of tune.
    Monday, again? The thought itself can sting,
    a gentle tug on the soul, reluctant to sing.
    Outside, the city stirs, a symphony of horns,
    a distant murmur of a day being born.
    Bengaluru mornings, sometimes a cool embrace,
    other times, the sun is already setting its pace.
    But wait. Take a breath, deep and slow,
    feel the city’s pulse, a vibrant, hopeful glow.
    That little sigh? It’s just a passing cloud,
    a leftover shadow, whispered a bit too loud.
    This isn’t just another Monday, my friend,
    it’s a fresh canvas, where new stories transcend.
    Think of the filter coffee, warm in your hand,
    the promise of ideas, blossoming across the land.
    The hum isn’t just traffic, it’s innovation’s beat,
    a million dreams stirring on every street.
    Remember the green spaces, the gentle, soft breeze,
    even amidst the rush, find a moment of ease.
    Your energy, your spark, they haven’t gone away,
    they’ve just been napping, waiting for today.
    This isn’t a battle, it’s a gentle, new flow,
    a chance to plant seeds and watch your purpose grow.
    So step out, brave heart, into the light,
    this Bengaluru Monday is shining ever so bright.
    Let your spirit unfurl, like a morning glory bloom,
    there’s no room for shadows, no space for gloom.
    You’ve got this, truly, in every single way,
    make this Monday the start of a beautiful, strong day.

  • Me-volution

    Who’s my rival? Just the old me, it’s true!
    Got no time for others, only me and you!
    Critique? My mirror, keeps me honest, no lie,
    But my own spirit? That’s what makes me fly!

    Gonna be the best, from my head to my toe,
    Working in, working out, watch my greatness grow!
    They can talk, they can whisper, let the rumors just spin,
    ‘Cause I’m building a masterpiece, from deep within!

    Like a shadow artist, crafting piece by piece,
    I’m unique, I’m different, finding inner peace!
    Might take a year, or two, or three, who’s to say?
    But I’m shining brighter, come what may!

    Gonna be the best, from my head to my toe,
    Working in, working out, watch my greatness grow!
    They can talk, they can whisper, let the rumors just spin,
    ‘Cause I’m building a masterpiece, from deep within!
    No competition, just my own grand design,
    The best darn version, truly, gloriously mine!

    Yeah! The best me! Coming soon to a life near you!

  • The Alphabet of Life’s Delight

    Always aim for the stars, even if you’re afraid of heights,
    Believe in yourself, like a cat believing it’s a knight.
    Chase your dreams, though they’re as elusive as Wi-Fi,
    Don’t trip on your ego—it’s as fragile as a pie.

    Expect the unexpected, like finding socks that don’t match,
    Forgetting where you parked? That’s a universal scratch.
    Grow like a cactus—spiky, stubborn, but strong,
    Hope’s a rubber band, stretched but never gone.

    Ignite your passions, like a microwave with too much time,
    Jump into challenges, even if you can’t rhyme.
    Know when to laugh—it’s like duct tape for the soul,
    Life’s a messy painting, and you’re the splattered role.

    Make mistakes, like pancakes—flip ‘em, it’s part of the fun,
    Nap if you must; even superheroes need one.
    Open your mind, but not your fridge—keep it cool,
    Prioritize joy; it’s the golden rule.

    Questions are keys, but sometimes they jam,
    Remember, confidence is like jazz—just wing it, damn!
    Smile at your flaws, like a toaster with a glitch,
    Try new things, even if they make you itch.

    Underneath all the chaos, wisdom’s hiding like a cat,
    Victories are sweeter when you share them with a brat.
    Wander a little, like GPS lost in the mall,
    X marks the spot, but the map’s just a squiggle on the wall.

    You’re a masterpiece, even if you’re a hot mess,
    Zoom out sometimes—life’s not just about success.

  • Nectar in the Night Wind

    The dusk, a hesitant, violet sigh,
    And you, a sudden starlight in my eye.
    My heart, a parched and waiting, thirsty land,
    Where you, like rain, arrived, a gentle hand.
    No sooner here, than fragrance fills the air,
    Like nectar spilled, a sweetness beyond compare.
    The wind, a lover’s breath, carries your grace,
    And every glance, a sacred, held embrace.
    This fragile evening, let it softly stay,
    A moment stolen, where my soul can play.
    Revive this heart, a flicker in the gloom,
    And let me drink, your love’s ethereal bloom.
    No words exchanged, no sound to break the spell,
    Yet understanding, deeper than words can tell.
    The stars, like diamonds, scattered in the night,
    The streetlamps glow, a soft, ethereal light.
    And though the darkness whispers, “Time to go,”
    My soul implores, “Just let this moment flow.”
    Don’t rush the night, don’t hasten its release,
    Let me find solace, in this heart’s sweet peace.

  • The Pretty Puzzle

    They say the pretty are always winning,
    But beauty, my friend, is just the beginning.
    Like a cake that looks divine, but inside’s all crumbs,
    Some folks may dazzle, yet success never comes.

    “Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” they say,
    But the mirror never told them life’s no buffet.
    You can have the looks, the charm, the grace,
    And still be outrun in the success race.

    For money’s a trickster, with pockets so deep,
    But it doesn’t always come to those who count sheep.
    “He who has gold, makes the rules,” they shout,
    But what if his heart is a house with lights out?

    Some people are rich, like kings with no throne,
    With pockets so full, yet so alone.
    Their hearts as tight as a miser’s grin,
    Counting their coins but never letting love in.

    Then there’s the kind ones, with hearts of gold,
    Who’d give the shirt off their back, or so I’m told.
    But when the wallet’s thin, and the rent’s past due,
    Kindness alone won’t get you a view.

    As they say, “Money talks,” but sometimes it mumbles,
    And those with the biggest hearts, often stumble.
    They’re rich in love but poor in cash,
    A diamond of a soul in a plain ol’ sash.

    So here’s the moral, with a wink and a grin,
    Success isn’t always about the win.
    For beauty fades and money can burn,
    But a kind heart? Now that’s a true return.

    They say, “All that glitters isn’t gold,”
    And in this world, that’s a truth so bold.
    So if you’re pretty and not successful yet,
    Just remember, life’s a mix-and-match set.

    And if you’ve got heart but no money to show,
    You’re rich in a way that most folks don’t know.
    So keep smiling, keep shining, let your kindness grow,
    For in the grand scheme of things, it’s all a great show!