When shall this dog have his day?

3.30 PM on an idle Wednesday afternoon. I am sitting in my office, cursing the IT department for not fixing the server thats been down for hours now. After a stroll, a nap, a few games of spider solitaire, and some Coldplay tracks, I'm out of options to amuse myself. I cast a casual glance outside my glass window and catch sight of a stray dog having the heartiest time rolling about in the lawn. It makes me snigger.

 

The dog looks so very happy and content, without a care in the world. I cant help but envy him. I wish I could just lie flat on the amazing green lawn and let the blades of the grass scratch my back, without attracting any attention of course. I laugh at my silly thoughts.

 

But it gets me thinking, when did happiness stop being about rolling in the grass, catching butterflies, shouting contests, and Sunday morning Duck Tales on Doordarshan? Mmmmmmmm ...

 

Whooops, my sweet stroll down memory lane is rudely cut short. Server is back up. Snap back to reality. Buhbyee doggie (you lucky *&^%$#). Its back to business. 
 

 

Hrmphhh

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I MOVED MY CHEESE

Another time, another place,
I’ve come somewhere far away.
Leaving all I knew behind,
New avenues hoping to find.

It was cozy, warm and familiar,
But there was a hurricane brewing somewhere near.
The comforts made me restless and stricken,
The familiarity reminded of treasure lying hidden.

So I tossed away my bean bag life,
Donned my sailor cap and took my stride.
“My New World awaits”, I said to them,
“Columbus didn’t stop at India” and I went.

Now the New World feels like a different planet,
It’s conquered but why did I ever want it?
Home feels like light years away,
Did I have to insist on holding sway?

While I was busy, cursing and questioning,
Clear as water came the reasoning.
What doesn’t move, will sit and rot,
But a rolling stone will gather no moss.

Unfamiliarity is always intimidating,
Give it sometime and it will sink in.
The alien wind will become your own,
The novelty will go and this will be your home.

AFTER THE SWAN HAS SUNG

Close your eyes, say a prayer,
You can’t see me, but I’ll be there.

I’ll be the feather that floats with grace,
I’ll make it there to brighten your face.

I‘ll be the smile in your happiness,
I’ll be the light in your darkness.

Every time you visit my grave,
I know you wonder if I could’ve been saved.

If I could have been saved, I would not die,
Please, my beloved, do not cry.

It’s late for regrets, I had to go,
Wipe your tears, and let me go.

And when I move to a higher plane,
I will still feel your pain.

Every time you feel alone,
Believe I’m there, I haven’t gone.

I know life is sometimes hard to take,
But death is harder, don’t make my mistake.