ReeAn Writes

I sit in my room, so quiet, so still,

Time drags along, against my will.

Waiting for something, delayed and late,

I sit here stuck in a patient state.

Sometimes I talk to myself, like Fight Club’s lead,

An inner debate I don’t really need.

Life feels monotonous, stuck in a loop,

Same tired cycle, no way to recoup.

They say, “Relax, it’s your time to rest,

Enjoy the pause, you’re truly blessed.”

But I see them laughing, out in the sun,

While I’m stuck at zero, they’re racing at one.

The loop keeps on spinning, the silence won’t fade,

Every plan I attempt ends half-unmade.

So now I just smile at this comic delay—

That day, with so many people there,

You called my phone from your quiet chair.

Just a short walk, but still felt bold,

To go and talk, like a story told.

You’d tried before, in subtle ways,

To chat, to laugh, across the days.

I missed it then—but not that night,

When words came easy, and it felt right.

That one day, it just felt right,

We talked, we smiled into the night.

I forgot why I had come, it’s true—

Maybe I was just meant to meet you.

You felt safe to speak your part,

That meant more than a head start.

And though later I did mess up somehow,

Thanks for the biryani offer (still laugh at that now).

Too shy to ask you face to face,

So wrote it down—a quiet place.

You kept that note—it’s still with you,

That says a lot, more than I knew.

I still recall—how cute you looked,

Like time itself just paused and hooked.

We'd hug each time, I'd wait, then drop you too—

Those little things, I still quietly miss you.

Now distance stands, long and wide,

But still you’re there on the other side.

You say “don’t try too much, you might get hurt,”

But this—this doesn’t feel like work.

Getting to know you was a lovely surprise,

Now I’m just waiting for part two to arise.

It’s just two people, sharing days,

Finding comfort in simple ways.

And if someday your patience ends,

Feel free to throw that “chappal” then.

For now, we laugh, we text, we wait,

Gray, beige and white,

All blend together under the fluorescent lights.

Clicking and clocking,

Everyone's fingers are tapping,

Over the mouse and against the keys,

A glowing blue screen is all you see.

Blank stares and tired eyes

All make up the official life.

Cubical spaces and chairs,

Trapped in a room with empty minded stares.

A place where white wall suffocates you to death,

Bland furniture that has been copied and pasted over and over again,

Where all imagination is buried alive or dead,

All you need is facts and statistics gnawing over your head.

I'm fine with sitting, staring,

My mind is humm of nothing.

I like to feel myself, my world, buzzing in the corners while what might be outer space, but is,

In fact my office bustle and chatter around me.

Coffee becoming an everyday meal,

Barely having any time to feel.

Work, work, work

What the hell is there to live for,

Work to live,

Live to work.

It doesn't matter which you're on,

You're Batman, I'm clown,

You're a hero, I'm a frown,

You're an adjective, I'm a noun

Why so serious,

I got two- take one Ha-Ha-Ha

Becoming the joker, as I'm not Bruce Wayne.

Defination of chaos,

Gotham's only queen,

A criminal most wanted,

Her name was - Harley Quinn.

With planet earth facing it's worst danger yet,

Six heroes emerged to contend with the threat.

One swam, and one ran,

And one wasn't a man.

One dressed like a bat, one was half tin can,

And one may have died, But he'll come if they can

And if you need any help, you just need to say

Destiny was written,

And among many odds

Were some evens.

With zero life began,

Minus and plus,

two paths were given

It will go and anyways,

decided on decision taken.

From there every decision

was a geometrical design,

Based on acute, right and obtuse thoughts,

and efforts assigned.

Numerous people came from,

Hundreds to tens to unit's place

But few were simply of prime race,

Unique, undivided, and worthy of praise.

Was a phase when composite people

were at every gaze

With them time was like a maze.

Matrix of feelings,

Got complex with increasing age

Salving it always ended up in rage.

Cardinal dreams in ordinal society,

is a sign of duality

Need a stubborn ass to not let the dreams

fade in reality.

Everything in life is a numerator,

With love as a common denominator

Intersection of two hearts with a linear line

Should grow old like wine,

intoxicating the world with it's charm fine.

Only a solution

to all the confusion,

Is to bring mind, body and soul,

Are terribly good

At pretending

When things just

Really aren't right .

They will smile through

Eyes that hold sorrow

And pain and laugh

Till quietly out of sight .

Then given the chance

A crack will appear

And tears they will

Rise up and brim.

Sit softly and talk

Listen closely and see

There's room for your

Story with me.

But we need to drill the stereotypes in their head

So he can lead the next generation

Don't leave a room for him to think

But let him sink in his own world

Believing he can't cry

But lie

Look there's a way.

All men were boys once

Wide eyes, big dreams and a warm heart

All boys will be men someday

What if life is only this?

Tired college days,

Forgotten sun rays, And

Missed Miss?

What if life likes the maze?

Piled problems,

Lost games, And

Sunsets in haze?

What if life is sick?

Off off medicine,

Studying Fayol, And

Genuinely meek?

What do we do then?

Do we manage life? 

Can we?

Days, those hurt

Weeks, those wear you off

Take extra time and fall in 

Remember Fate is evil

Our chances are thin

Life treats you in minutes

Every single gone by

Draws you to the finish

But they say We get one go

Run, we must

Even if we are slow

For in minutes are moments

And memories and game

Oh the game! 

The game we must finish

For standing at the end.

The end line is drawn 

At different points for everyone

The run won't be easy or sane

And there will be minutes

Of vain!

Oh but vain moments

All the same are moments too

They keep you going

And in the loop

The finish line is drawn invisible,

All we can do is run and run

Amidst the main and vain

Amongst happy and sane

Between real and what seems to be,

Through the fall outs and fall ins!

Hence when we see our sins

They will remind us of mistakes

Of sadness

Of wrongdoings

But, beside Sin, stand Soul

Who will show you your life

In minutes and moments

Memories and game,

And you will be proud of you

Only if for every fallout,