rajathtirumangalam

Tag: 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.

  • 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.

  • Echoes of Ambition: A Song of the Brave

    Amidst the rolling hills and whispering trees,
    Where the soul of nature sings melodies,
    In the embrace of dawn’s ethereal light,
    Echoes of ambition take their flight.

    Beneath the vast expanse of the endless sky,
    Where dreams take shape and hopes soar high,
    The courageous heart, with spirit bold and bright,
    Dares to challenge darkness with its might.

    Through the tempest’s roar and the thunder’s cry,
    And the trials of life that pass us by,
    With unwavering faith and steadfast grace,
    The brave soul finds its destined place.

    In the tranquil moments where peace abounds,
    And the beauty of life in silence surrounds,
    Contentment may dwell, serene and free,
    Yet, ambition’s call remains a symphony.

    So let us heed the call of courage’s song,
    And to the rhythm of ambition, we belong,
    For in the heart of every dream we chase,
    Lies the essence of our human grace.